Felt Like Drawing Witch(?) Khun For Some Reason

rb to give him a knife for his birthday

- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 19, 2023.

Recipient: @Kynishry (Prompt)

Summary: Khun can evade sleep but he can't evade Bam.

Bam folded the bed cover over and smoothed it down. The bed was ready and he just had to retrieve one more thing.

He padded to the living room and some night owls were still watching a movie, but no sign of who he was looking for. The kitchen was cold and empty. The training room was dark and a bit scary looking at night.

Bam pushed the sliding door open and stepped out onto the patio. There is where he found his partner, nodding off in front of his lighthouse, hands still hovering over the keyboard. Bam laughed lightly as he approached him.

“Khun-ssi, come to bed.”

Khun grumbled as rubbed his eyes. “I’m almost done, Bam.”

A startle yelp rung out as Bam scooped Khun out of his seat and made his way inside. There was some poignant sighing, but no complaint as Khun rested his head on Bam’s shoulder.

No one gave them any looks as they passed by the hall to their shared room. It wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Bam gently put Khun down on the bed, only to find him already quietly snoring. It took a bit of finagling to get the covers out from under him, but he managed to tuck him in. He went around to his side of the bed and settled in under the covers.

As soon as he shut his eyes, hands were reaching out to him, tugging at his shirt and pulling him to the center of the bed. Bam winced as icy hands slipped under his shirt and pressed against his warm skin, but he didn’t mind when he heard the soft sigh from Khun, who was now hugging him close.

He was cold now, but later in the night, Bam would have to throw the cover off because of Khun’s body heat. He wasn’t sure if it was firefish-related, but he dealt with it nonetheless because he couldn’t bear to push Khun away.

Bam smiled and closed his eyes, sleep coming to him easier now that he was comfortable with his other half.

Bodyguards 😎 . . . . . These characters belong to SIU.

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Recipient: @ylge_ (Prompt)

Summary: Bam peeling oranges and feeding them to Khun

Bam used to hate touching citrus fruits. His hands, covered in nicks and cuts from his intense training, used to hurt so much when handling them. Nowadays, his hands were much better cared for. He borrowed Khun’s lotion often because he loved the scent of roses.

Now, he was happily peeling an orange and carefully removing the pith with care. He inspected a piece, and after making sure it looked perfect, raised it to his left. Khun’s eyes briefly darted away from his lighthouse and he leaned over. His mouth closed over the piece and he pulled away.

Bam watched him for a moment, waiting until he heard the delighted hum from Khun. He grinned to himself and started on the next piece.

Bam cherished these moments of peace. The test was still months away. They were well hidden from FUG. He finally got to train with his team.

He had time to sit next to Khun and feed him oranges while he worked on his lighthouse.

Life was good.

Redrew one of my old Khun drawings, but now he moves!

Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.

Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.

When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -

"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."

Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –

"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."

"Are you well?"

Bam looked at him. Was he well?

Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–

"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.

Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.

My secret santa gift for @ohvioletpeach ! I'm so sorry it's taken so long!! I tried my best for a spring day picnic, it was a bit of an interesting challenge. @tog-secret-santa

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter May 2, 2023.

Recipient: @JusALittleWeird (Prompt)

Summary: Mutually possessive Khunbam

It took Khun just a few minutes to go to the bathroom and come back, but already a vulture had swooped in. He threw an arm around Bam’s shoulder and glowered at Isu.

“Oh, hi Khun-ssi!” Bam held up a curved glass. “Look, Isu brought me a drink.”

Khun took one look at the pink liquid inside and narrowed his eyes at it. “May I see?”

Bam handed over the drink and Khun swirled the glass and took a sniff. Isu shifted uncomfortably when the drink was held out to him. “He won’t be having this.”

Isu slowly grabbed it. “Oookay. My bad. I’ll just… see if anyone else wants it. See ya.”

Isu rushed away and Khun turned to Bam, pressing close and whispering in his ear. “Don’t take anything anyone gives you, Bam. You should only trust me, understood?”

A defiant whisper cut back, “Then don’t leave me alone next time, Khun-ssi. You know I hate it when I can’t see you.”

Khun huffed as he turned away. “It was just to the bathroom.”

“I could have waited outside the stall.”

“No. You need to learn—“

“Learn what? How to breathe without you?” Bam cupped Khun’s cheek and made him face him. “I can, but why should I? You’re mine, aren’t you?”

A shiver ran down Khun’s spine, his lips tingling as he yearned to devour those words right out of Bam’s mouth. “Don’t be mistaken.” He grabbed Bam’s wrist and squeezed. “You’re the one who belongs to me first.”

It was quick like a viper strike, how Khun leaned in and nipped at Bam’s lower lip before taking a step back with a come hither look. Bam licked his lips and followed him out of the dining room and into the hall.