✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

Rational

(Hi <3 hoping that you are all well <3 Love you <3 )

His lungs were suffocating. Enough to cough. Enough to feel bad. It was strangling his pulmons. It was pressing on his chest. The stress. Porchay's stress was too high, triggering his asthma. He was the one to reassure Kim, not so long ago, but now he was deeply showing the same signs of worries and it was shown by his breath.

Kim had been all over him. Hands in hands. Worried. Walking. Walking through nothing. The closer to the battlefield, the less people could be seen. They all ran away. Let everything behind. They saw things they, no humans, should ever see. Dead bodies but some expressions could make them think that they were still alive. That they might stand up. It never happened and those faces just traumatized their brain, more Porchay. He understood that Kim seeing his mother burning in front of his eyes was enough to not let any horrible corpses stop his way. And yet, he had some reactions, some weird looks. He had gained back a part of his humanity, which might be one of the most precious : never let horror or disaster be normalized, hoping that it would help to not ignore it.

They had begun to see, from far away, some soldiers. They needed to not be seen by them, to keep control until the limit they wouldn't be able to be safe anymore. They walked slowly. Hands in hands. Carefully. Close. In the small street, they heard a sound, coming from the bigger one. Kim pushed Porchay against him, and pushed himself against the wall, his own hands preventing Porchay from colliding against it. The boy leaned his head tenderly against his chest, feeling good, so good, so protected. Kim also took the opportunity. They couldn't really express their love between blood, horrors and death. But here, in the narrowed and dark streets, Kim raised his boyfriend's head and kissed him.

They were so so close, connected by their mouths. Just kissing softly but strongly. Kissing as if it was the last, kissing. Kim pulled out, looked at Porchay, his face was pink, his lips still shining, still alive. But the kiss didn't help his asthma. He put a hand on his chest and took a huge breath, trying to not let any coughs, or at least too loud ones be heard. Kim realized. He just acted out of instinct, out of fear, out of their closeness.

"Chay, I am sorry... so sorry..." He whispered in his ear.

"Shhhhh..." Porchay just said, pulling Kim against him again, engulfing himself in his arms. "It's..." He coughed a little. "Okay...it also makes...me feel...better..." He also whispered, coughing by whisper too, the more he could. They stayed in each other's embrace for a moment before separating, hands and hands, looking in their pupils, looking for strength and walking away, hoping to never have to feel a cold warm instead of the warmth they just shared.

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"You can understand, Princes, that I can't just stop our war, and let them continue their madness in our Kingdom." He said, a worried expression on his face.

"Of course. It isn't what we want, King, the safety of your subjects is a priority." Kinn rationally answered.