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Chay didn't smile. He simply looked at Kim, his gaze scanning the man from head to toe. Kim looked thinner. His skin had a pallor that suggested sleepless nights and a diet of anxiety. He wasn't wearing the mask of the cold strategist or the untouchable idol. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his eyes wide and shimmering.
"You came," Chay said. His voice had dropped an octave over the months.
Kim swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He didn't step forward. He stayed rooted to the spot, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.
"I didn't think you'd let me in your area in building" Kim whispered.
Chay pushed off the wall, his movement slow and predatory. He stepped into Kim's personal space, forcing the older man to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. The height difference was negligible now, but the power dynamic was a chasm.
"I wanted you here" Chay murmured, his voice devoid of warmth. "I wanted to see what was left of you.""I'm sorry I've tried to find the words for months, but—"
Chay interrupted, a sharp, humorless laugh escaping his lips. "You’re really going to give me words? You played me like a fucking instrument, Kimhan"
Series
- Part 6 of Chaykim stories