In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

40. Happy fucking valentines ( pt4 )

The deep growl of the Maserati's engine echoed as it pulled up in front of the compound.

Whole ride was silent with unspoken feelings, rage tantrums and Porchay's nervous glances. But neither of them talked.

The car jerked to a stop.

Kim shoved his door open with force, stepping out without a word.

He tossed the keys to the nearest guard, who flinched under his cold glare.

Without hesitation, he stalked around the car, yanking Porchay's door open.

"Get out," Kim ordered in his sharp voice.

Porchay resisted, gripping the edge of the seat. "P'Kim, Can you not?"

He thought Kim was going to take him to his own penthouse, where they could talk-where maybe he could explain. But they were in front of the compound.

Kim wasn't in the mood to listen. With a rough tug, he grabbed Porchay's wrist and pulled him out.

Porchay stumbled slightly, but Kim's grip remained same.

Gaurds looked at both of the young masters with worry but couldn't interfere.

"Let go!" Porchay protested, trying to yank his arm free. "PHI LET ME GOT!"

Kim ignored him, dragging him toward the elevator. His pace was relentless.

By the time they reached the office floor, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

The elevator doors slid open, and before Kim could take another step, the doors to Korn's office burst open.

"WHAT THE FUCK, KIM?! LET GO OF MY BROTHER!" Porsche's furious voice rang through the hallway as he stomped toward them, fists clenched. Informed by the gaurds just on time.

"HIA HELP M-"

Kim's jaw tightened. In one swift move, he pulled out his gun and aimed it directly at Porsche. Gesture to tell him go move aside.

Porchay stopped, he started to tremble. Man beside was Crazy. Bloody Crazy.

Porsche halted, eyes wide. "Are you out of your Fucking mind, Asshole?!"

Kinn moved instantly, stepping between them, his own gun drawn.

"Get out of the Porsche" he calmly said.

Kinn's gaze locked onto Kim's with Slight confusion but he need to protect his lover.

"Kim," Kinn warned in his controlled manner "Put. The. Gun. Down."

"JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE KINN'S BROTHER YOU THINK I WOULD BE AFRAID OF YOU?" Porsche Spat in anger.

But Kimhan wasn't listening. His grip on Porchay tightened as he pressed him closer to his chest.

Porchay gasped softly, but the only thing his mind registered was Kim's scent....whiskey and rain.

"Phi" He whimpered slightly. It made his head spin. So ecstatic Even now, in the middle of a fucking standoff, Kimhan had this effect on him. He was half awake. Trying not let put lewd mewl.

"Not now" he whispered, Kim could feel the soft breathing God even he felt the tremor. But he needed to put those feeling aside.

He can take Porchay however he want when he will be free from this mess.

Kim's eyes burned with fury. "I FUCKING DARE YOU," he growled, his voice dripping with unrestrained rage.

Porsche's face twisted with anger. "You Lunatic! What the hell are you even doing?! That's my brother..."

"Brother?," Kim cut him off, his voice sharp, possessive. "Leaving him with a Killer? You call yourself his brother? "

Porchay's breath hitched. "Hia what? Phi-what are you saying?"

Porsche didn't say anything. Khun Korn told him it was safe. Safe. Safe. Safe. Was he really dumb to belive?

Kim's fingers flexed around the gun. "You think I don't know what you two did?" His gaze flickered between Kinn and Porsche. "You think I don't know about the lies, the betrayal?"

Kinn's expression hardened. "This isn't the way, Kim. If you have something to say, then say it without holding a gun to my fiancé's head."

Kim's lip curled. "Funny coming from you, Kinn. Since when did you start playing the reasonable one?"

"Since my little brother is being manhandled by a psychopath!" Porsche snapped. "Let him go!"

Kim's grip on Porchay didn't loosen. Instead, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for Porchay to hear. "Tell me, Porchay, did you ever think about what would happen when you act on your own? When you went behind my back?"

Porchay's heart pounded. "Phi'Kim, I don't-"

"Don't fucking lie to me," Kim hissed. His eyes were wild, dangerous. "You belong to me. And I'm taking back what's mine."

Kinn's grip on his gun tightened. "Kim. You have three seconds to let go of Porchay before this turns ugly."

Kim laughed darkly. "Oh, I'd love to see you try."

"AI'KIM, PUT YOUR GUN DOWN!" Kinn barked, his voice cutting through the thick air.

His arm tightened around Porsche, holding him back from lunging.

Kim's gaze didn't waver. "RIGHT. I WILL," he said, voice mocking, "IF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY."

Kinn hesitated for a fraction of a second. He knew Kim was serious. Dead serious.

Porsche cursed under his breath, his body tensed and ready to pounce.

But when Kim pushed forward, dragging Porchay with him, Kinn slowly.....reluctantly....stepped aside, his hand still gripping his weapon.

The air crackled with transparent threats. And then, Kim smirked. A slow, knowing smirk.

"Smart choice," he muttered, before yanking Porchay and disappearing through the next set of doors.

Kimhan stormed into the grand office, his grip tight around Porchay's wrist as he dragged him inside.

The heavy doors slammed open, the sound echoing.

Behind the ornate red oak desk sat Korn, composed as ever, fingers laced together, his expression unreadable.

His eyes flickered to Porchay for a split second before settling on his son's enraged face.

Kim shoved Porchay aside and, in one swift motion, pointing his gun. The cold barrel pointed directly at Korn's head.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Porchay gasped, staggering slightly. "PHI!"

Korn didn't flinch. If anything, he seemed almost amused. His lips curled slightly, eyes dark with a knowing glint.

He smiled.

"Is this how you greet your father now?" he mused, tilting his head slightly.

Kim's grip on the gun tightened, knuckles turning white. His entire body was coiled like a predator ready to strike.

"You did this," he lets out, his voice seething with fury. "You sold him out, didn't you?"

Korn exhaled softly, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Sold?" He raised a brow.

"That would imply a transaction. But Kim, Little Chay agreed on his own."