Thread by @spectacularlost

#KimChay AU | hero x villain 3

"Flower, please look at me."

Chay is not a flower. He is a hero with magic flower power and he doesn't know what this whiny, crazy villain is doing in his house.

Chay grows small pink flowers in his cupped palms and deposits the pile

into a boiling pot. The concoction bubbles and glows golden briefly before a dark red puff of smoke rises from it and dissipates into the air.

Kim has caged him against the counter, hands planted on the surface and trapping Chay between them. Chay knows he can easily break

free if he wanted to. Of course, he wanted to. He's not enjoying this.

Kim settles his chin on Chay's shoulder and he pretends the ticklish sensation in his tummy is just the flow of his magic powers.

"Kim, I'm brewing."
"I know, flower." Kim snuggles close, rubs his hands

up and down Chay's arms. Chay decidedly does not falter as he dumps maybe more mint than he intended to. He reaches for his collar and tugs on it to let the air in.

"Flower, you don't have to worry."
"I didn't ask."
"They mean nothing to me, nothing at all."

"Nothing means anything to you."
"But you do--you're my rose bud. My sunflower."

Kim has been /loitering/ in Chay's tea shop for weeks. He comes in during slow hours and /makes/ Chay sit with him at /his/ booth while he has his tea or coffee and stupid oatmeal cookies and

Chay does /not/ look at how the light hits his skin, sets his dark hair aglow in the early afternoon. Chay also does not feel anything when Kim smiles at him behind his tea cup, the brief spark of fire in his eyes directed at Chay, and Chay definitely does not escape his gaze

by bringing him more banana walnut bread.

Kim had presented him with an exorbitant donation to the children's hospital and followed it up with a "small gift," hand-delivered by his personal secretary, a man in a smart black suit and with hair pulled back in an austere ponytail.

The box was velvet black and Chay had never held anything more expensive. The secretary--Big--pushed the box towards him across the cheap faux wooden finish of the shop table. With a gloved hand, Big flipped the top open.

In the light, they reminded Chay

of the spark in Kim's eyes whenever he was pleased, excited, like he could barely contain his power. Like when he looked at Chay.

The ruby studs rested prettily on the velvet cushion, glittering temptingly.

Chay gulped.

"I can't accept these." He could.
Big nodded.

He beckoned another man in a black suit over with a flick of his hand. He sipped his tea.

"Have them crushed and scattered in the Pacific."
"What?"
"Mr. Theerapanyakun had strict orders: Mr. Chay accepts these or they never see the light of day again. My boss demands only the

best for his... Flower." Big coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

The ruby studs sparkled before Chay, who allowed himself to touch them. Big just stared at him, somewhere in between bored and uncaring.

Big would've crushed those rubies, no question.

Now the studs are on

Chay's ears. But he's still mad--not mad. Because why would he be?

"Flower?"

Kim gently turns Chay to face him, still backed up against the counter. The villain lifts Chay's hands with a soft hold, and hits himself with the latter's hands.

"You can hit me if you're mad."

Chay looks at him, unimpressed.

"You're enjoying this. Do you /like/ being hit?"
Kim chuckles. Hands still holding Chay's, Kim gently slaps Chay's hands against Kim's cheeks.

"I like seeing you jealous."
"I am /not./"
Kim grins at him.
"They were a fling."

Chay rolls his eyes. Kim brushes the backs of his fingers against Chay's ear.

"I don't gift rubies to just anyone. They're /my/ color."

When Chay glances at his face, the grin has fallen away. Chay should be unnerved by the way Kim easily tucks Chay's hair

behind his ear to admire the ruby stud adorning it. And Chay should be more concerned about the liberties he's letting Kim take with him.

Kim wormed his way under Chay's skin. He liked the way Kim spoiled him with attention, time, touch, and whatever luxury at his disposal.

Kim had even placed a big order for tea and snacks to be delivered to his office, just so "I could see my flower today."

Chay likes the way Kim lets his affections burn wild. And secretly doesn't want to share it.

Which is why he has Kim trying to appease him with gifts

and visits and compliments. It's patronizing, really, especially the way Kim keeps calling Chay his flower. Chay wants him to keep going.

The non-issue--it really isn't an issue because Chay could care less, not that he cares at all!--came during a meeting at HQ, which was basically his and his hia Porsche's kitchen.

"That's Ping."
"New villain?" Chay asked.
"No--but they were involved with Kim."

Chay nodded. "In what capacity? Which hit are we talking about?"
Porsche shrugged. "I mean they're a boyfriend or something."
"Oh."

Porsche snapped his fingers in front of Chay. "Don't zone out on me, buddy."

That was that. And now here they are. How low Chay has fallen.

"My red looks good on you. I should get you more."
"No." Yes.

"You really don't have to worry about them."
"I'm not--why would I?"
"Exactly."
"And we're not even--you're just you--and me? I'm just--"

Kim leans forward and pecks Chay on the cheek.

"You're my flower."

Chay short circuits. His face is on fire. And embarrassingly, suddenly, he squeaks.

A single, brightly red tulip pops out of his head.

Chay is mortified. He has not... /blossomed/ like this since his teens.

Chay buries his head in his hands.

Kim rests his head against Chay's.

"See? You're flowering for me."

And it would not be the last time.

[YOUR HONOR THEY'RE FLIRTING

also idk i like the idea of chay slightly losing control of his powers around kim so he sort of... sprouts flowers spontaneously like that... like a hiccup.]