Thread by @exhaustedpillow

#KV #plantcest modern idol AU

Vash has never realized just how big and bulky his Nai is.
In his mind, Nai will always be Nai, his twin, his big brother, a man who loves him so much, too much that more often than not it smothers and suffocates him, but he also needs it like

oxygen, like an addict who needs his fixes. Nai is warm, is hot, is his shelter and safe place and in his mind, Nai will always be this boy, this young teenager, and a young man who almost looks like him.
So it startles him when he realizes that the Nai in his mind is actually

quite different from this Nai who’s assertively and carefully leads him out of the hotel that’s infested with his rabid fans and stalkers. This Nai who’s protecting him is actually bulkier, a little bit taller, with a shoulder that seems to stretch from one end to another

endlessly. His right hand is engulfed by Nai’s slightly bigger left, being held tight but not too tight, just enough to ground him and assures him that his big brother, his lover, his fiance (in secret) will protect him at any cost. He’s practically walking behind the older male,

but he’s close enough to feel the warmth that’s emanating from Nai’s body. With each breath that he takes, he can smell Nai’s musk and woods with a tone of winter fragrance, and the worry, the low panic and anxiety he feels earlier when he’s mobbed by his so-proclaimed fans

slowly descends into a more bearable level.
“Nai…” Vash calls, a little bit too quiet, too unsteady and shaky than he likes, but Knives immediately responds, stopping in his tracks as he turns his head to the back, staring at him with a frown of worry.
“Vash?” He responds,

tightening his grip momentarily as if to remind him that he’s here, with him and he’ll be safe. “What’s wrong?” He asks concernedly, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 and if this is any other day, Vash would’ve teased him and rewarded the tender reaction with a kiss on his cheek.
But this is not any

other day and he’s been burnt out with his schedules. It’d have been fine, his schedules used to be more jam-packed, but his stalkers and crazy fangirls and fanboys have been pestering him endlessly to the point that he can only sleep in peace when his manager is driving him to

his schedule. It didn’t help that Knives went to take care of some business trips for the past two weeks and he’s just—
“...tired.” Vash murmurs quietly before taking a step forward and touching his forehead against Knives’ broad shoulder. “I’m so tired, Nai.” He confesses, voice

still as shaky as before.
“Oh Vash.” Knives sighs. It’s not long before a big and warm hand pats and strokes the top of his head and Vash feels like all of the walls around his mind, around his heart, melt away, leaving him completely vulnerable and exposed.
But it’s okay.

It’s always okay if it’s Nai, his Nai.
“Just a floor more and we’ll arrive at the rooftop.” Knives coaxes him. “Livio is waiting for us with a heli. I’ll take you away from here, Vash. You can rest after this.” He says as he keeps stroking his head.
Vash idly knows that the

position is quite awkward and Knives must’ve stretched his right arm to be able to pat his head like this, but he also finds himself unable to move away from the comforting touches.
“Let’s go,alright?” Knives asks and Vash can’t stop the whine of rejection coming out of his lips.

“Nai, I’m tired. I can’t.” He whines. “I don’t want to move, I don’t want to walk anymore. I don't want to be here.” He complains, eyes a little misty as the frustration peaks in him. He knows he’s being a brat, and it’s his own fault too. If only his fans are more normal, if

only he doesn’t have any stalkers, they could’ve just used the comfortable lift instead of these stairs in this dim and dingy emergency corridor.
But he really doesn’t want to move anymore but he doesn’t want to return to his room, or any room in this unsafe hotel where he feels

like a trapped mouse too.
“Do you want me to carry you, Vash? Like how I used to?” Knives offers as his other hand is now rubbing on his knuckles.
Vash stills at the suggestion, before he nods. “Yes please, Nai-nii…”
Knives chuckles and he spares no time in kneeling in front of

him. It’s already years, a decade and more since he last clings to his big brother like this but his limbs, his body, even Knives’ still recognize the movements, their routine and it doesn’t take long for him to be comfortably carried in the back by the older male.
At this angle,

Knives’ scent is stronger, more potent and a rumble of satisfaction escapes from his chest as Vash unashamedly buries his face into his lover’s neck. There are slight jostles with each step, but Vash is comfortable, safer than he’s ever been.
“Nai-nii…” He softly calls as he

slowly closes his eyes.
Isn’t he lucky? He has his twin, his big brother, his protector, his lover, his everything on his side in one package that’s called his Nai, his Knives.
And Knives is his. Only his.
The thought fills him with joy and before his consciousness is completely

gone, he hears a whisper,
“Don’t worry, Nai-nii will keep you safe.”
And with that,Vash lets go and lets himself drown in an endless darkness.