In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

42. Happy fucking valentines ( pt5 )

A deafening gunshot echoed through the grand office.

"AHHHHH" Porchay screamed, hands flying to cover his ears as he squeezed his eyes shut.

His body trembled violently, fear wrapping around him like a vice.

And then,

Silence.

Followed by a low chuckle.

Korn smiled. The massive self-portrait behind him now had a gaping hole in the center, glass shards scattered across the marble floor.

The frame tilted slightly, as if bowing in surrender to the bullet that had shattered its surface.

From outside, urgent pounding erupted against the door.

"KIM!" Kinn’s voice was sharp with warning.

"AI’KIM, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!" Porsche was yelling, his voice laced with panic.

Another voice—Khun. He had arrived, his furious shouts blending into the chaos.

Kim stood motionless, his gun still smoking in his grip, his gaze fixed solely on Korn.

His chest rose and fell heavily, each breath laced with restrained violence.

"CHAY, GET OUT."

His voice was deep.
Commanding.

Porchay hesitated, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He blinked rapidly, struggling to process what had just happened.

His wide eyes darted to Kim, then to Korn, then back to the gun still gripped tightly in Kim's fingers.

"Phi…" His voice cracked. He didn’t know what to say.

Kim’s jaw tightened, his grip on the gun firm. "I said get the fuck out."

Porchay whimpered, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.

He nodded weakly, tears trailing down his cheeks. But before he could step away, Porsche burst through the door, grabbing his wrist in a tight grip.

"We’re leaving. Now."

Porchay barely had time to glance at Kim before Porsche was pulling him out of the room.

Kinn stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say a word. Just watched as Porsche dragged Porchay away.

The heavy doors slammed shut. Kim said nothing. He merely turned away, dismissing them all as the heavy doors slammed shut.

Now, it was just him and Korn.

The old man exhaled slowly, his lips curving into something close to amusement. He reached for his cup of tea, finally taking a sip.

"You’re so predictable, Kim," he mused. "All it took was one boy, and suddenly, you’re reckless."

Kim lowered the gun, but his fingers still twitched. His voice was raw. "You knew the consequences!"

Korn hummed, tilting his head slightly. "I merely gave him an opportunity. He took it."

Kim let out a sharp breath, nostrils flaring. "Bullshit."

Korn chuckled. "Is it? He came to me on his own. No threats, no force. He wanted to help."

Kim’s laugh was hollow, bitter. "He doesn’t belong in this world."

"Little Chay made his own decision," Korn said smoothly, his voice maddeningly calm. "No threats. No coercion. Whatever deal was made, it was by his own hands."