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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"What are you looking at, Chay?" Kim asked softly as he stepped onto the balcony, his voice breaking through the stillness of the morning.
Porchay stood there, gazing out at the horizon where the first light of dawn kissed the snow-covered landscape from his room in the tower.
Oh and, Kim had started calling him by his nickname, just like Porchay had suggested.
He couldn't help but smile at how easily he had agreed-such a small request, but one that brought warmth to his heart, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Weird change in weather the bats have said laughing it off.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Porchay murmured, his voice filled with quiet wonder, the white once loomed so plain now looked so aesthetic.
They had spent countless hours talking-Porchay always so animated when recounting stories of his family or the tales of forbidden love like Romeo and Juliet, Although he denied liking the love story but he surely loved those.
Kim would also pretend he wasn't interested, but deep down, he cherished every word.
Porchay had a way of making even the simplest things feel magical until His eyes, glowing with the memories he often shared, captivated.
Kim leaned against the balcony, his shoulder brushing against Porchay's. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver down his spine.
He thought of the mornings when Porchay would come to his room just to wish him a good day, or how they would share meals, laughing over inside jokes that only the two of them understood.
It was becoming routine, something Kim found himself looking forward to more than he'd admit.
His thoughts drifted to the time Porchay had convinced him to play the old piano tucked away in the corner of the castle.
Porchay's eyes had sparkled with excitement, and Kim had obliged, fingers dancing over the keys to a melody he hadn't played in years.
But it was that moment-when Porchay had closed his eyes, completely lost in the music, his face serene and dreamlike-that stayed with Kim.
Now, standing here together, the same feeling enveloped him-a warmth that reached his very core.
He turned to Porchay, taking in the sight of him, and wondered how someone could make the world feel so right, just by being there.
"You make everything beautiful, you know that?" Kim whispered, his voice barely audible over the quiet rustle of the wind.
He wasn't sure if Porchay heard him, but it didn't matter. The words lingered in the air between them, carrying a truth that needed no response.
Porchay turned his head slightly, catching the soft murmur from Kim, but not quite hearing it all. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice curious yet gentle.
Kim blinked, caught off guard. "Nothing," he replied quickly, shifting slightly as if trying to mask the sudden vulnerability. "I was just wondering... have you ever wanted to fly?"
Porchay raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change of topic. "Fly?" He looked out at the sky, the light casting a soft glow across the vast, snow-covered expanse.
He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah... I've thought about it. Sometimes, when I'm standing up here in this Tall tower, it feels like the sky is just within reach."
Kim glanced at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then let's do it."
Before Porchay could fully comprehend what Kim meant, he felt a sudden warmth envelop him-Kim's arms wrapping around him in a tight, protective embrace.
Porchay's breath hitched, caught in the surprise of the moment, his heart racing as Kim's body pressed close against his.
"Kim-" Porchay started, but his words were lost as Kim his back against the stone railing and then suddenly he leapt off the balcony, pulling him along with him.
The wind rushed past them in a dizzying blur as they plummeted through the cold air, Porchay's stomach lurching in the freefall.
"KIMHAN.......NNN" he yelled and clutched Kim instinctively, his mind reeling in panic and exhilaration all at once.
But Kim held onto him firmly, his grip unyielding, just few feet above the ground, his wings spread wide, slicing through the air. he'd done this a thousand times before.
"We're flying," Kim whispered into Porchay's ear, his voice steady, filled with an unexpected calm.
"Huh? Wha-,"Porchay, eyes wide with shock, looked around. The world below seemed distant, the sky endless above them.
For a moment, it was as if time stood still-the two of them suspended between earth and sky.
Then, slowly, their descent eased, and the sensation shifted from falling to floating.
Porchay's breath came in quick bursts, still processing what had just happened, yet a strange joy bubbled up inside him. "You're crazy!" he exclaimed, but there was laughter in his voice.
Kim chuckled, his grip on Porchay loosening slightly but still secure. "You said you wanted to fly. I thought I'd give you a taste of what it feels like."
Porchay's fear began to melt away, replaced by awe. He glanced at Kim, whose eyes were steady, confident, and filled with something he couldn't quite place-something that made his heart skip a beat.
For a brief moment, it was just the two of them, floating in the morning sky, with nothing but the wind and the open world around them.
"You trust me, don't you?" Kim asked softly, his gaze meeting Porchay's.
