#ft. chris

Chris moved swiftly; already steps from Kim. His fingers twisted against the fabrics of Kim's beige shirt, knuckles white. "Pete would never believe you." "That you're having sex with him to gain access to his data?" Kim countered, unfazed by Chris's outburst. "Honestly, you weren't subtle at all." "So what?" Chris's eyes narrowed. "It isn't a crime to have an intimate relationship." Kenta moved uncomfortable on his feet. Swallowed thickly. Eyes flickered away. The heaviness on his chest increased. It crushed his chest ten feet under. Palm clenched around the hilt of the knife. Fingers twitched. I love him more than you ever have, Kenta wanted to scream. Unshed tears swam in his vision. "You aren't denying it?" Kim asked. "No," the flicker of a blade hidden in Chris's sleeve caught Kenta's eye. His palm flipped up the knife, colliding into Chris's. The metals clang resonated in the quiet room. His lips pressed into a thin line. Chris's weapon mere centimeters from Kim's neck. "Lower your weapon, Kenta," Kim said, demeanor remained calm. The racer walked closer to Chris's point of the blade. Light brown eyes shone like flint; with an uncontrollable fire. "But━" Kenta hesitated. He glanced from the racer to the scientist. Neither appeared to back down. Kenta's grip hardened around his knife. His instincts protested with every fiber of his being. Slowly, he followed Kim's suggestion. Chris's blade cut through skin, a small line of blood formed on Kim's neck. A pang of jealousy ━ an ugly beast strangled awake, wanted it to be his knife to touch Kim that way. He flinched. To be the one to captive Kim's attention; to have his world. It would never happen, Kim deserved someone else than him. A broken piece anyone threw away after it had fulfilled its usefulness. "You're far from the first one to threaten me with a knife," Kim said coldly. He slipped his palm into his pocket, revealing the recording device. "I can send this to Pete right now," he continued. "So, will you lower your knife?" Chris sighed, and did what he was told. The heavy stutter of guilt crawled under his skin. A reminder of what Kenta had done. The countless times Kenta had slammed the bat against Kim's skin. How Kim's cries hunted him at night. When Kim's beautiful sand brown eyes had grown dull. Where they used to shine with such passion. It was his fault.