❤️‍🩹 Punch didn't hurt as much as the one which broke my heart ❤️‍🩹 KIMCHAY AU

26. Betrayal

Kinn was differen. Kinn had been changed by that same attitude. All those times he mostly lost Porsche gave him a fear to manage, sometimes in the worst way, and Porsche immediately brought him back on earth. He needed to stay Kinn, not the head of the family, not the heartless man. To keep Porsche and love him, he needed to take everything at the same time and to give some space in his life to this man who made him feel alive. He needed to absorb everything and to embrace his existence at each moment, all the time. And he was more shaken than him, he was more destabilised because he thought of losing the stability he had a hard time to reach and wasn't sure to be completely part of him for now.

Kinn hugged Porsche in a desperate move and even if the boy wanted to just run to Porchay, he embraced him back, he thought about himself first, something he wouldn't have been able to do before and he was reassured because Porchay wasn't alone, not all, so he wasn't abandoning him, he wasn't.

"The fuck!" Kim screamed, while one of the guard cut the thin thread which had been tied up to keep Porchay against the post. It felt so weird to be free again and to feel that his body was his to move. All of the adrenaline and fear he had gathered the past minutes fell down violently on Porchay's existence and his body collapsed on the ground, his brain aware but his muscles in the impossibility of keeping themselves up. Kim followed it, sitting on the ground and looking at every part of his body.

"P'Kim...I am...not hurt..."

"This blood? Where does it come from?"

"Hia's..." Porchay whispered, closing his eyes against Kim's shoulder who caressed his back lightly, scared to give Porchay too much touches. His breath was regular, it felt calm and Kim didn't want to imagine how it was before they arrived. He had seen red, he was ready to ignore Ken and to be shot if it was to save Porchay. It had slapped him violently and yet it had brushed his heart with a warm wind the way he was ready to push everything away, even himself for the boy's life. He felt stranger to himself. He didn't quite liked to witness those change in him but he wasn't against them, it was just weird. He always had a king of proudness, keeping himself alive because he was better than anyone at what he was doing so he needed to be the one to do it. He wasn't scared for his life because he trusted his skills. Here it wasn't about skills anymore, it was about something metaphorical, about emotioks he couldn't catch or control. It was new, and uncomfortable, though he loved to know Porchay alive, against him, in a bad state but alive.

"Chay..." He murmured. "Thank you." He kissed his forehead and the boy intrigued could let aside his startled mind, worrying immediately about the boy.

"Why?"

"For staying with us...I am just...thankful that...that..." Porchay squeezed his hand. "You didn't disappear with a part of my-my heart..." Kim hesitated, his cheek blushing. It was hard, so complicated to talk but he felt that he needed to do it, he wanted to do it.

"I don't like to steal." Porchay smiled and Kim was even more thankful that he turned this into humour. He knew him by heart, he had this sensation that Porchay took those words literally but preferred to preserve Kim's way of doing things, him adapting to Porchay and Porchay adapting to him.

Kim's lips reached Porchay's ones, the wetness of this, some stain of blood tasting awful but he didn't mind, he just pecked him three times before putting their foreheads against each other. "Don't ever be in this type of danger again...I am beging you..."

"Well...you need to take care of your family first." Porchay answered.

"You don't have to worry about this..."

"Yes, you don't, I am going to destroy everyone involved." Kinn said behind them, helping Porsche to walk. Porchay tried to stood up but he needed Kim's help who made him walk to Porsche.

And this hug was draining. It was hurting in all ways possible, Porsche's leg, Porchay's body, the tighteness of their embrace was making everything tremble under the pain but they didn't hate this, not at all, in fact it made them feel alive.

Porchay remembered when he was really young and Porsche had been beaten up. He came closer and cried a lot, he was absolutely drenched in tears until Porsche poked his nose to get his attention. He explained to his baby brother that he shouldn't cry like this because Porsche was alive, the pain, the bruises, those punch, the physical reactions he had were a proof that he was still alive and they only had to focus on this.

This was why they didn't mind at all, they couldn't. They were sobbing loudly, just relieved to be able to feel and hear each other as if nothing had happened at all.

"I am going to scold you soooo loud." Porsche breathed into his hair.

"For what? Protecting you?"

"For this yes..."

"Then I would need to scold you more for all of those years..." Porchay answered back making Porsche laugh.

"You always know what to say..."

"I do..."

No one tried to push them into clearing the way. No one tried to separate them. It was a new experience for the Theerapanyakul. Their missions always had been about timing. They needed to end it the quickest they could and then they would run back to the home, not letting anyone the time to mess with their success. It always had been about the task made rather than about themselves doing them. They were never put first, even if they were hurt they would not be a priority, the first one being to not stay in the place and to secure everything they had accomplished. Back home, they would be checked on, they would make a report and continue their lives, and not mind anything that happened.

This was different. They needed themselves this time to get their emotions on track, to put in their mask of the training they got. They didn't come here to succeed in anything, they came here to save a part of themselves, to protect their loved ones in priority and then to take care of their enemies. It felt new, it felt fresh and the wind of relief was not easily understood but their brain. Their heart felt calm but their brain felt uneasy. The most strategic move would be to walk out but Porsche and Porchay are hugging each other so tightly that it would have felt insensitive to just ask them to stop, they were learning to think about someone else's emotions first, or at least to take them in sight.

"Let's go." Porsche was the one to pull away and to kiss his brother's air. He was the one to embrace their ways of doing things.

Pete took a look at Big who denied. He found nothing interesting in Ken, nothing more than the despicable feeling that continued to spread in him. Pete wanted to get a closer look at Tawan who was frozen in a puddle of blood. He walked towards the corpse and looked at Kinn who nodded.

The steps were closer and their heavy sound was clear.

Tawan opened his eyes.

Pete, persuaded of his death, got startled and tried to neutralise him.

Kim saw it all first, being the one having a view on the supposed corpse.