In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

30. Omega Drop ( pt11 )

Porchay wasn't awake for very long, no more than half an hour. Once his eyes fluttered shut again, his breaths shallow but steady, Kim carefully slid his arms beneath him and lifted him.

Holding him close. Porchay's head rested against Kim's shoulder, his weight light and fragile in Kim's hold.

Kim carried him down the dim hallway, his steps quiet despite the storm raging in his chest.

Making sure there wasn't any Alpha other than him.

When he reached Porsche's room, he adjusted Porchay in his arms and knocked on the door with his foot, harder than he intended.

The door swung open a moment later, revealing Porsche with a furrowed brow and a sharp comment on his tongue that died when he saw Porchay.

"Kim, what's going on?" Porsche's voice was low, his gaze flickering between Kim's face and Porchay's pale form.

"He woke up briefly," Kim murmured, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "He's breathing more steadily now, and his scent is coming back I think?, but..." His voice faltered as he looked down at Porchay.

"He needs someone close to him. Someone to keep him grounded. And make sure to call doctor after sometime I don't want him to freak out"

"And you're not staying?" Porsche asked, crossing his arms even as his concern deepened.

Kim shook his head, guilt flashing across his face. "I've been with him nonstop for days, Porsche. I haven't eaten or slept properly. I'm no good to him like this."

He glanced at Porchay again, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I just need a little time to get myself together."

Porsche sighed, his usual irritation tempered by understanding. "Alright, lay him down. I'll stay with him."

Kim hesitated for a moment, his grip tightening on Porchay as if reluctant to let go.

Then, he laid him on the bed carefully, adjusting the covers around him.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Kim asked, straightening up but not moving far from the bed.

Porsche rolled his eyes, already tugging off his jacket. "He's my brother, Kim. Of course I can handle it. Go. Take a shower, eat something, get some sleep. You look like hell, and you're not helping anyone like this."

Kim ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. "He stirred earlier," he said quietly. "Called my name. It was faint, but it was there. If he wakes up again, talk to him. He needs that connection. He needs to hear someone's voice."

"I will," Porsche promised, his tone softening. He slid onto the bed beside Porchay, his movements careful as he wrapped an arm protectively around his brother. "He's in good hands, Kim. Go."

Kim lingered, his eyes fixed on Porchay's face. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something more, but the words seemed to escape him. Finally, he nodded, taking a step toward the door.

"Kim," Porsche called out, stopping him.

Kim turned back, his shoulders tense. "What?"

Porsche tilted his head, his expression a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. "What's your favorite scent?"

Kim blinked, caught off guard. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question," Porsche said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You're around here enough. I figure I should know."

Kim let out a breath, his face softening for the first time in days. "Jasmine," he said quietly.

"Jasmine," Porsche repeated, a chuckle escaping him. "Of course it is. You seem like the type."

Kim frowned, his brow furrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Porsche replied, his smirk widening. "It suits you, that's all."

Kim's frown deepened, but he shook his head, muttering, "What is wrong with that?" He took another step toward the door but paused again, glancing over his shoulder. "Thank you, Porsche. For this."

"Don't mention it," Porsche said, his tone light but warm. He looked down at Porchay, brushing a hand over his hair. "Go take care of yourself, Kim. He'll be okay."

Kim hesitated for a heartbeat longer, then nodded, finally stepping out of the room.

Once the door clicked shut, Porsche leaned back against the headboard, pulling Porchay closer. "Your Alpha's a mess, you know that?" he murmured, his voice soft and teasing. "However I think he's good for you."

Porchay stirred faintly in his sleep, a soft sound escaping his lips. Porsche smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his brother's temple. "You're going to be alright, little brother. We'll make sure of it."
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Kim had half a mind to throw a pillow at whoever had the nerve to open his door in the middle of the night, but then a soft voice broke through his groggy haze. "Alpha?" Porchay whispered, standing hesitantly by the doorway, his voice shaky.

Kim blinked at him, sitting up with a frown. "Angel" he replied, his voice rough from sleep. "I thought you were with Porsche. What are you doing up? You need rest."

Porchay stepped further into the room, his brows furrowed and his hands trembling. "You left me," he said quietly, his voice cracking. "I woke up, and you weren't there."

Kim sighed, swinging his legs off the bed as guilt tightened his chest. "Chay, I haven't slept in days," he said softly. "You were safe with Porsche, out of your drop. I thought there wasn't a reason for me to stay anymore."

"There is," Porchay interrupted, his voice trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. "I'd rather be safe with you." His lips quivered as he tried to hold back a sob, but when he blinked, tears slipped free, rolling down his cheeks.

"Chay..." Kim's heart broke at the sight. He quickly stood and closed the distance between them, placing a hesitant hand on Porchay's shoulder. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just-"

"You thought wrong!" Porchay cried, swiping at his tears angrily before breaking into a soft sob. "I thought you didn't want to stay. I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

Kim shook his head quickly, his hands moving to cup Porchay's cheeks. "Hey, hey, no," he soothed, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. "That's not true, Chay. I never wanted to leave you. I just thought-I thought you'd be better off without me hovering."

Porchay hiccupped, his shoulders shaking as he let out another broken sob. "You're the only one I feel safe with, Kim. Don't leave me like that again, please," he whispered, clutching at Kim's shirt as if to anchor himself.

Kim pulled him into his arms without hesitation, holding him tightly. "I'm sorry," he murmured into Porchay's hair, his own voice thick with emotion. "I won't leave you again, I promise. I didn't know you'd feel this way."

Porchay buried his face in Kim's chest, his tears soaking through the fabric. "I just want you," he whispered brokenly. "I don't care about anything else."

Kim tightened his hold, his chin resting on Porchay's head as he stroked his back soothingly. "You have me, Chay. Always. I'll stay with you, I swear."

Porchay's sobs slowly quieted into soft hiccups, his grip on Kim's shirt loosening. Kim gently guided him toward the bed, sitting down and pulling Porchay onto his lap.

"You've been through so much," Kim said softly, his hand continuing to rub circles on Porchay's back. "I should have stayed. I should have known better."

Porchay sniffled, wiping at his red, tear-streaked face. "You're here now," he mumbled, his voice hoarse as he leaned into Kim's chest, letting out a shaky sigh.

Kim kissed the top of Porchay's head, resting his cheek against the soft strands of hair. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Porchay didn't respond, but the way he curled closer to Kim spoke volumes. Holding his Omega securely, Kim let out a quiet sigh, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "Never again," he whispered into the stillness of the room. "I'll never leave you like that again."