✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

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Porchay didn’t talk about Ken. He had a plan. He wanted to give him a chance. He needed to do it to act the same towards Kim. The boy didn’t want to try understanding someone, to condemn someone else right after. He would play fair, he would be true to himself, follow his own way of thinking. Ken didn’t even hurt him, he just looked helplessly in a need to find someone to spit his despair on. His arm was strong but its effect was harmless.

Porchay was coming back from taking a shower in a barrel hidden by sheets with the river's water, when Kim threw at him trousers. The young one looked at it confused before remembering that he was still in those weird layers of an ancient dress. His clothes looked really weird but in the middle of people also having weird clothes, he didn’t feel out of place.

Everyone in the circus looked like they were living freely in their way of wearing clothes, not following any rules from the city. In a way, it made them even more surprising for someone who thought they knew what someone should wear. It made them happy and at the same time it added to their attractiveness. Everything to get more money was welcomed.

"I only asked for this, you can keep the coat for top right?"

 

"Y-yes, I can…thank you…"

 

"Oh and this too…" He said giving underwear. "Don't worry, it didn’t come from Big's."

 

"Th-thank you…" Porchay said witnessing an action Kim wasn’t obligated to do but he got his mind under control. If they needed to run away or whatever, it would be more effective for him to wear this. Kim wasn’t the type to do this thinking about Porchay first. It was strategic. "Can you turn around?" He asked, seeing Kim didn’t move.

 

"What ? Porchay, you're not a Princess anymore…"

 

"And what ? Because we are both men we shouldn’t have any privacy? You are the weird one."

 

"Should I remind you again that I already saw you naked?" Kim asked, sighing loudly.

 

"I-I told you to forget it!" Porchay said, his nerves breaking. He hated to be reminded of this. He hated that moment he felt his skin hitting the ground and his desperate way to survive. It wasn’t only about pride. It wasn’t only because he was a Prince. It just made him feel less than a human, it was about his dignity, it was about not feeling inferior anymore to Kim and the boy always talking about it was just pouring piment on his tongue. It was burning all over his soul that he shouldn’t have lived this, human decency.

 

"So-sorry…" Kim said, turning around. He perceived Porchay's pupils trembling and how he was uncomfortable. He already mocked it before but he felt that Porchay wasn’t reacting the same now and himself wasn’t totally on his everydays behavior, excuses weren’t really in his language.

 

"It's okay now…" Porchay said in full trousers. He felt so much better. He wished to never be obligated again to lie about who he was. To never have to wear those weird things he wasn’t used to. His liberty of genre was a call for his liberty to be torn up. In danger all the time. He was mentally tired and yawned loudly.