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Kim has been so nice, so mild and so gentle with Chay that he's completely thrown when Kim snatches him by his freshly dyed blue hair midway through his angry rant.
"Watch your mouth." Kim has never spoken to him in anything but a soft tone, even when he left Chay crying on the pavement outside his apartment. The coldness in Kim's voice makes the hairs on the back on his neck stand up, warning bells sound in his head something about Kim's tone made him feel like a cornered animal.
"P'K-" One moment Chay was preparing to demand Kim let him go and the next his neck lit up in pain and his cheek burned. Tears spilled down his face from the sting of Kim's slap.
"What did I just say hmm?" Chay gawked at him in shock.
"You wanted to be mine didn't you? Did you think that you got to decide when that stopped? You're mine. You do what I say, you speak to me with respect. Do you understand?" Chay stared at Kim with wide eyes, unable to connect the man in front of him with the same man that had diligently tutored him in playing the guitar.
"Answer me. And I suggest you think hard about your answer; your little friends are right over there, you don't want them to see you get punished do you?"
"P-punished? You can't...stop please!" Chay's denial was cut short by a simple tightening of Kim's hand in his hair.
"Answer. Me."
"YES! I understand P'Kim. Please let me go." Chay sobbed out his answer, throwing his hands up to try and remove Kim's hand from his hair.
"Don't touch me. Now, apologize for being rude." Chay stomped his foot in frustration, he hadn't done anything wrong. Kim had made him cry, Kim was interrupting his night out, Kim was pulling his hair and Kim had hit him. It wasn't fair. He didn't understand how Kim could be so mean to him.
"Sorry."
"You can do better than that. I want a real apology, don't play with me Chay, I'll win every time." Chay let out a miserable sob.
"I'm sorry for being rude P'Kim. Please let me go, I'm sorry."
"Are you going to do it again?" Chay could hear a wealth of smugness in Kim's voice.
"No, I won't be rude again."
"Good boy. Now, we're leaving." Kim released Chay's hair to grab his wrist again and dragged him out of the club without any protest from the boy.