Fantasy Kimchay AU
He was banished and cursed, with only love capable of breaking the spell.
An oblivious boy unknowingly asked for something forbidden.
How destiny intertwines, no one knew. Let fate take its course.
Slow burn
Kim Kimhan theeranpany...
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"I don't want to do this," Porchay mumbled softly, his voice barely a whisper. He felt scared and confused. Maybe today wasn't a right day to talk about all of that and dreams.
Venice looked at him with kind eyes. "It's okay, Porchay," he said gently. "I understand you feel scared."
He put his hand on his shoulder for a moment, then took it away.
Venice nodded slowly. "Yes, he was hurt, but right now, you need to take care of yourself. You need to rest, I should go. Big must be looking for me. Hmm, Sleep... Chay."
As Venice quietly left the room, Porchay's tense shoulders slumped in relief. The image of the fierce Kimhan that had momentarily frightened him was replaced by a wave of gratitude.
He'd been saved by the monst... no man who had just caused him such fear.
However Exhaustion finally overtook him, and with a heavy sigh, Porchay closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him. . . . . . As Porchay drifted into a restless sleep, the dream returned once again, vivid and unsettling.
This time, the scene unfolded in the same courtyard, but the atmosphere was tense. The once peaceful setting was now filled with a sense of unease.
The boy and the girl stood facing each other, their expressions filled with anger and frustration.
The boy, his features unmistakably similar to Kimhan’s, had a stormy look in his eyes. He was older than in the previous dreams, his face hardened witha hint of bitterness. The girl, his sister, was equally distraught, her eyes filled with tears as she pleaded with him.
“Kimhan, please don’t do this!” she cried, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’re making a mistake! You’re letting your anger consume you!”
Kimhan clenched his fists, his body rigid with tension. “You don’t understand!” he snapped, his voice laced with frustration. “I have to do this. I can’t just stand by!”
The girl shook her head, her tears streaming down her cheeks."Kimhan. Please!”
Kimhan turned away from her, his jaw clenched. “You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered, his voice cold. “This is something I have to do on my own.”
The girl reached out to him, desperation in her eyes. “No, Kimhan! Don’t push me away! We’re stronger together, remember? We’ve always been there for each other. Don’t let this anger tear us apart!”
Kimhan’s face twisted with inner conflict, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “It’s too late,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with regret. “I’ve already made my decision.”
With that, he turned on his heel and stormed away, his footsteps echoing through the courtyard. As he reached the door, he paused for a brief moment, his hand hovering over the handle.
But then, with a forceful motion, he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him, the sound reverberating like a final, irrevocable decision.
The girl stood there, frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock and heartbreak. She took a few shaky steps toward the door, as if hoping he might come back, but the silence that followed was deafening.
Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. “Kimhan...” she whispered between sobs, her voice filled with sorrow. “Why?”
Her cries echoed in the empty courtyard, her heartbreak palpable. The once vibrant and joyful connection between the siblings had been shattered, replaced by a chasm of pain and misunderstanding.
As the dream began to fade, Porchay felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and helplessness. The girl’s cries lingered in his mind, haunting him even as the dream world slipped away.
When he finally awoke, drenched in cold sweat, Porchay’s heart was heavy.
Porchay couldn’t shake the feeling that this dream, like the others, held a deeper significance—a glimpse into a past that must had shaped the Kimhan he knew now.
And as much as the dream unsettled him, it also fueled his determination to understand the man behind the cold exterior.
He knew that somehow, the answers he sought were tied to these dreams. And perhaps, in understanding Kimhan’s past, he could find a way to bridge the gap between them. . . . . . Feeling a little better after drinking the water And resting, Porchay decided to check on Kimhan. Quietly, he made his way to Kimhan’s room and found him asleep.
The sight of Kimhan, usually so strong and composed, now covered in haphazard bandages, tugged at something deep inside Porchay. The bandages were sloppy, leaving some of Kimhan’s wounds exposed and unattended.
Porchay hesitated for a moment, biting his lip. “You’re a mess,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head. He knelt beside the bed, gently starting to clean the wounds.
As he re-bandaged Kimhan’s injuries, he couldn’t help but murmur softly, “I don’t know why I’m doing this… but I can’t leave you like this.”
When he reached Kimhan’s wing and back, he became even more cautious, knowing how sensitive these areas were.
As he began wrapping the bandage around Kimhan’s wing he groaned in pain a little and Porchay whispered, “Almost done… just hang in there.”
But as Porchay tightened the bandage, Kimhan suddenly growled in pain, this time more intense. His eyes snapped open, and before Porchay could react, Kimhan instinctively grabbed him by the waist, pulling him under his body with surprising force.
“Kimhan!” Porchay gasped, his breath catching as Kimhan’s claws dug slightly into his sides. “It’s me—Porchay! I was just—”
Kimhan’s voice was low and rough with pain. “What… are you doing?” he growled, his eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion.
Porchay froze, heart pounding. “I was just trying to help,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice calm. “Your bandages… they weren’t done properly. I didn’t want you to wake up in more pain.”
Kimhan’s grip tightened for a brief moment, his mind still clouded by instinct. “You… shouldn’t be here…” he mumbled, his voice faltering.
Porchay swallowed hard, feeling the tension in Kimhan’s hold. “I know, but I couldn’t just leave you like this,” he replied, his voice soft but firm. “You were hurt… I couldn’t just walk away.”
“But you did walk away—”
For a moment, they remained like that, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Then, as if the fight had left him, Kimhan’s grip loosened. He felt a little guilty
He slumped against Porchay, his body heavy and warm, his head falling into the crook of Porchay’s neck.
“Kimhan…” Porchay murmured, but his voice trailed off as he realized Kimhan had fallen back asleep, his breathing soft and even.
Kimhan’s arm remained draped over Porchay, holding him close as he began to snore gently.
Porchay lay there, motionless, feeling the weight of Kimhan’s body and the soft rise and fall of his chest against him.
“You idiot,” Porchay whispered softly, a mix of frustration and affection in his voice. He looked at Kimhan’s peaceful face, the fierce expression now replaced by something almost childlike in sleep. “You drive me crazy… but—”
A deep breath he took and didn’t move, afraid of waking him, so he simply lay there, allowing himself to relax in the warmth of the moment.
The situation was strange and tense, but somehow, being this close to Kimhan brought Porchay a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in a long time.
