#Chay p much saved his life and kim is trying to repay him with th eonly thing he has to offer

[the-cookie-of-doom]

“Nothing! Kim—” Chay takes a deep breath. He pushes himself back, stands up, puts them both on even ground. Almost even; he still has a height advantage, however slight. “I don’t want anything from you, Kim.”

“You helped me.” 

“Yeah,” Chay says, his voice edging on hysterically. “Not so that you would, what, sleep with me? I don’t expect you to—to do anything.”

“Then why?”

“I Just wanted to help!”

“Why?” No one ever wants to help. Goodness, kindness, selflessness, these things don’t exist in Kim’s world. They can’t survive. 

“It was the right thing to do.” Chay rakes a hand through his hair. He’s pacing, now. Kim feels himself grow smaller with every frantic word out of his mouth. “Is that why you—this whole time, were you just waiting for me to—to—” 

Kim nods. Shame twists painfully in his belly, leaving him nauseous. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, if I did anything that made you think I expected that, I—”

“You didn’t,” Kim forces himself to say. He can’t bring himself to look at Chay, who is apologizing, as if this is somehow his fault. Like Kim isn’t the broken one, the one that corrupts everything he touches. The one incapable of accepting that Chay really is good. “I’m sorry. I—I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

“Kim, wait—”

He doesn’t.