[Fanfic] Tower of God - Collection for KhunBam week 2020: Day 1

Sí, publico otro fic aquí hoy XD Es el primer día de la KhunBam week 2020, y lo empecé y terminé hoy, al igual que el día 2, así que me siento muy orgullosa de mí misma XD No sé como coños lo hice, pero aquí está. También lo publiqué en AO3, y puede que lo traduzca al español en algún momento.

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Collection for KhunBam week 2020

by RPMizu

Day 1: Sunrise / Hair

It is 5 o’clock in the morning, and Khun is woken up by the incoming rays of the morning sun. He shifts a little between the sheets, trying to get to sleep again, but it’s in vain. So he sits up in the bed, discovering the curtains were not closed like he left them last night. How? His body gets on alert, even more so when he notices Bam isn’t at his side. Where did his Bam go?

Khun gets out of the bed and approaches the large window. It isn’t completely closed, and the answer for that is the boy outside, at the terrace. Bam is sitting there on a lone chair, his back to the window. Khun smiles warmly, relieved to see his lover safe and sound. He opens the window and shudders immediately at the freezing cold air. Since Bam doesn’t seem to notice his presence, he goes inside again, wraps himself in his dressing gown, takes a blanket with him and goes out again.

“Can’t sleep?”

Bam jumps slightly on his chair, leaving Khun worried. Bam wasn’t on alert even when he is out in the open. Then, he hears Bam whispering his name, voice hoarse. He has black circles under his beautiful golden eyes. It’s obvious he hasn’t got any sleep.

“You should have woken me up. I would have been more than happy to keep you company.” He tosses the blanket on top of Bam’s head, earning an annoyed groan. “Even if it’s too freezing to be sitting out here, I would still have seen the sunrise with you. Here, cover yourself.”

“Thanks….”

Khun proceeds to sit on the floor, on top of the warm area the blanket excess leaves.

“What were you doing instead of getting the sleep you need, dear Bam?”

“Don’t get angry.” Bam answers, after a soft laugh. “I wasn’t doing anything, really. Just watching the night sky.”

“What’s so interesting about this floor’s ceiling?”

“Nothing, and that’s the problem.” Khun looks at him, not understanding what he is talking about, but then he gets it. Rachel. He lets him continue, though. “I was wondering again what the real stars would be like, if they would be amazing enough for Rachel to abandon me for them.”

“Even if they were real, and as impressing as they might be, there’s no excuse for her using you, betraying you, almost killing you.”

“I know that now. I was prepared to let her go, I really was. At first I wanted to get her back, since her betrayal left the foundations of my little world crumbling down. I wanted everything to be like it was before. Then, I continued to follow her because I wanted to stop her from hurting other people, like she hurt me. I always try to stop others from hurting people, but I didn’t want specifically her to become a bad person. But when we were going to the Hidden Floor, I grew tired of it. I knew she would keep doing bad things no matter what I do, and I didn’t have the strength to simply confront her like I do with everybody else. So I was going to let her go. Then she…”

He stops suddenly. Khun knows what he wants to say, and why it so hard to say it. So he waits patiently for the painful words to come out. He takes one of Bam’s hands between his. It’s cold, and Khun squeezes it to make it warm again. This gesture seems to give Bam the strength he was searching in order to continue.

“…she almost killed you. At that moment, I understood I would have had to kill her myself if she had succeeded. I understood you were more important to me than her now, but still… I couldn’t do it. I just threatened her and let her go. I sincerely didn’t want to see her again, it hurt too much. But again she gave me a reason to pursuit her, in order to know about my parents, about my past. She wants me to continue following her up the tower, and I… I don’t know what to do. I wish she could become a real star, like she wants, to see her happy even if she is far away from me. How bright could be the stars for her to be able to hurt me like this, just to see them?”

“I don’t know.” Khun answers after a few seconds of silence. Bam simply keeps looking at the ceiling simulating a morning sky. “But I know how bright my star is, and is beautifully, blindingly bright.”

“Khun-san?” Bam finally turns to see him.

“You are my star, Bam, if you had any doubt.” Bam smiles warmly for the first time since he got here, cheeks slightly flushed. “I don’t care for any other star, and Rachel is a complete fool for not seeing how gorgeous you are.” He stands up and bends over to lean his forehead against Bam’s. Bam blinks twice, a little confused. “But it doesn’t matter. You are my star, after all. Isn’t it enough?”

“It is, but…”

“No buts. You are not alone anymore. You have us now. I will never leave you again, I promise.”

Khun wraps Bam in his arms. He can feel Bam sighing deeply, trying to relax against his chest. “I already cried enough, Khun-san.”

“If you feel like it, it’s never enough. It’s just the two of us; cry as much as you want. I will be here with you.”

Bam’s hands clutch his dressing gown. He hides his face and soon enough Khun can feel his shoulders tremble, soft sobs against his own chest. Khun caresses his back, making circles with the tips of his fingers, and then touches his now long hair, regretting not having been there to watch it grow, and to protect Bam from his own sorrow. Now that sunrise is watching his Bam cry his heart out. It’s the second time for Khun throughout in this lovely and damned night. He takes Bam’s face between his hands and lifts it at the level of his own. Bam looks confused again, but closes his eyes slowly when Khun kisses him. Slowly, tenderly at first, then a little deeper, trying to convey he is here, he is not going anywhere anymore. Bam relaxes to this kiss, reciprocating after a while.

When Khun separates from him, Bam’s big golden eyes still have some tears lingering at the corners. He looks so sad, broken, betrayed. Khun hugs him tightly again. He would make Rachel pay for hurting his Bam, for making him look like this. That bitch would pay, even if Bam doesn’t want it. His Bam is not like this fake sunrise. He is the real morning sun, breaking through the darkness of the night. And Khun would gladly be the shadow casted by this sun, engulfing in darkness anyone who dares to try to stop his sun from rising.

“…Your bedhead is a mess.”

The burning rage dwelling in his heart dissipates when he suddenly hears Bam mumbling something like that. He can’t help but smirk, letting the bitterness be washed away by that still slightly sad smile.

“Yours is awful too!” He messes it up on purpose, and Bam just laughs softly. It’s so cute. “You want me to do your hair, don’t you?”

Bam smiles even wider, and nods with enthusiasm. Bam definitely likes him doing this kind of little favors for him. He likes Khun taking care of him. And Khun is more than happy to comply. He takes Bam’s hand and leads him inside, stopping for a while when it seems Bam would trip with the enormous blanket wrapped around him.

At least the sun, even fake as it is, had risen. Khun will never let the darkness surround Bam ever again. He will make the sun rise for Bam whenever he wanted him to, even if he had to be his darkness, and destroy the source of his pain once and for all.

-END of DAY 1-