Not looking up from his phone, Chay lets out a light laugh.
"Okay, babygirl," he says.
Kim blinks a few times, feeling his face go hot. He doesn't know how to respond to that. Babygirl?? It's technically not the first time he's been called that. He sees it in his comment sections online sometimes, and it's always kind of confusing, but he never bothered trying to figure it out.
Hearing the word now, in Chay’s voice... he's not sure why he kind of feels like his brain is short-circuiting.
At Kim's long silence, Chay finally looks up at him. He raises his eyebrow and sets his phone down on the arm of the sofa.
He looks like he's still waiting for Kim to say something.
"Babygirl?" It comes out sounding kind of like a wheeze. Kim's cheeks grow even warmer.
Across from him, Chay’s face is breaking into an amused grin, eyes fond.
"Hm," he hums, looking mildly pleased with himself. He looks Kim over, eyes trailing down from his face to his feet and then up again. He's dressed up – low-cut lacy crop-top under a satiny blazer, and the choker Chay gave him for his birthday, that matches the one around Chay’s own neck. They're dressed up because Kinn and Porsche’s engagement party is tonight, and they need to leave in 10 minutes to get there on time, which is what started this whole conversation ("We should leave soon." "okay, babygirl").
"Yeah, babygirl," Chay says, seemingly in agreement with his earlier statement.
"I'm a man?" Kim says, tone rising at the end in uncertainty.
"And?" Chay is still grinning, and he giggles a bit at whatever expression Kim is wearing now.
Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet, Kim pulls out his phone and opens the search engine app, searching the word in hopes of finding some explanation.
He finds a few different definitions, but they all suggest roughly the same thing. Okay.
Some of them, though. Some of them have words like "submissive" and "breedable" in the definitions...and…
He's not sure how, but his face heats up even more, and he chokes on his own spit when he goes to swallow.
"Chay," he says emphatically.
Chay takes one look at him and bursts into laughter. He stands up from the sofa and crosses over to him, slipping his hands under Kim's jacket to grab his waist. Kim shivers.
Chay isn't looking at his face. Instead, his gaze seems to be stuck alternating between his throat, chest and waist, where his thumbs are rubbing little circles into his skin.
"Are you trying to make us late?"
"Technically the time we agreed to arrive at is early," Chay argues.
"So you're saying we have time to spare?" Kim asks, amused. "I'm not sure Khun would agree with you."
"You really wanna get there early and have to deal with all our brothers for 40 minutes straight before the party even starts?" Chay meets his eyes now, pulling out his best pout.
"Then that gives us almost an hour to kill."
Chay tugs Kim closer until they're chest to chest, leaning in to press a kiss to his throat, just above the pendant on his choker.
Kim takes a deep breath, tilting his head back slightly. He doesn't protest as Chay backs him toward the wall.
"You look pretty, tonight, p'kim."
Kim makes a little noise of confusion at the back of his throat.
"I'm p'kim now?" he asks despite himself. Wasn't he babygirl?? He's not sure why he feels a little disappointed.
Chay laughs quietly, a low vibration where his lips are fixed on Kim's neck, and where their chests are pressed together.
"Sorry. You look pretty tonight, babygirl"
Kim flushes, letting out a little pleased hum and tugging Chay up into a proper kiss.
There's no rush. they have almost an hour to kill
(They show up to the party late and disheveled. Fortunately their brothers are too happy tonight to mind).
