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Porsché is on the other side of the door. He is safe now, in one of the guest bedrooms of the Theerapanyakul mansion, being comforted by his older brother. Kim can hear them speaking in low tones but he doesn't strain to listen. Kinn is likely in there as well, inseparable from Porsche's side since Ché was kidnapped. They still don't know who did it, but it seems unlikely it was a rival family. Things have been quiet since Kinn got rid of Don and his people. Perhaps it was someone involved with that good for nothing uncle of Porsché. Kim sneers, remembering the dirt he dug up on him. If he learns Porsché was hurt because of his uncle, Kim will personally make the man pay.
But Ché - Kim's sneer turns into a soft smile - was a lot stronger than anyone gave him credit for. Somehow, the boy managed to escape his captors and was found stumbling through the woods, still gagged and hands tied, by Kinn's bodyguards. The Kittisawasd brothers are certainly fighters to their core.
Kinn's bodyguards are still out there now looking for Porsché's captors. When found - and they will be found - Kim has half a mind to demand Kinn turn them over to Vegas. Let their unhinged cousin make personal playthings out of them all.
Kim hears the doorknob turn and suddenly he is face to face with Kinn. "Wha-"
"How long are you going to stand out here?" Kinn asks.
"How-"
"Did you forget, little brother?" Kinn cuts him off again. "You and I are a lot more alike than you care to admit."
Kim can't look at his brother now because he knows it's true. Like Kinn, Kim doesn't want to be parted from the person he loves when they are in pain.
Kinn steps away and Kim follows inside, letting the door shut behind him.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Porsche demands. Kim can hear Porsché softly scold his brother with, "Hia."
Kim steps more fully into the room, accepting whatever fate Porsche has decided to give him. Unsurprisingly, he rises from Porsché's bedside, takes three strides and punches Kim right across the mouth hard. Kim stumbles backward but is proud of the fact he's able to keep upright. This isn't just his brother's boyfriend, but the best bodyguard the Theerapanyakul family has.
He feels more than sees Kinn tense up, but his brother doesn't intervene. In the end it's Porsché who stops further retribution from being dealt out. "Hia, stop!"
As if commanded by Porsché's words, Kinn takes Porsche aside. Porsche tries to shake him off. "No! I'm supposed to trust him? After all he's done?" Porsche glares at Kim. "How dare you mess with my brother!"
"Porsche," Kinn's voice is firm and gentle at the same time as he takes Porsche's face in both hands, "don't trust him. Trust me." Kinn has never admitted it to him, but Kim knows his brother has always been jealous of the freedom Kim was granted. Living out Kinn's dream in his stead. But as he watches Kinn and Porsche in their silent conversation, their eyes full of understanding, it is Kim who envies Kinn.
Porsche shudders, suppressing a sob. He looks to Porsché, who gives him a nod. He turns his angry gaze on Kim once again and looks like he wants to say more, but instead just shoulder checks him on his way out of the room. Kinn follows silently, communicating a look of don't fuck this up to Kim. He's already fucked it up, though.
Kim and Porsché stare at each other in silence for a beat before Porsché asks, "Are you okay?" Kim is confused until he finally registers the throbbing pain in his lower lip. "You're asking me that?"
Porsché sighs. He makes Kim sit at the foot of the bed. "Sit. You're bleeding. I'll get you something." He returns with a damp towel, dabbing it on Kim's bloodied lip. It hurts, but Kim doesn't even wince.
"Ché-"
"Did any of it mean anything to you?" Porsché asks, studying Kim closely.
"Yes." Kim is quick to reassure him but Porsché doesn't believe him. He can see it in his eyes he doesn't. "Every song you played for me, every meal we shared. Your Wik shrine." Kim smiles as some of the youth returns to Porsché's face when he turns crimson. "Can you please stop bringing that up?" Porsché pleads.
"That kiss."
Porsché averts his eyes, the anger there reminiscent of the look Porsche gave him just moments ago. "I was just some high school kid with a fanboy crush you used."
It's on the tip of Kim's tongue to argue, but he can't because it would be a lie. And he can't lie to Porsché anymore. It's true - that's all Porsché was supposed to be. Just a boy Kim chose to manipulate. If he knew then things would turn out this way, he'd do everything differently.
Porsché stands and walks away from him. "I should listen to my brother and forget about you."
"No." Kim is powerless to stop the desperation in his own voice. He catches Porsché from behind and envelopes him in his arms. He knows he must be holding on to Porsché tight but Porsché says nothing. Kim finds his eyes in the mirror in front of them and doesn't recognize the cold stare on Porsché's young face. And that is finally what breaks him. "I hate the way you look at me now," he cries into Porsché's shoulder.
Porsché turns around to face him. "How do I look at you now?"
Kim isn't strong enough to meet his gaze. His energy is drained, replaced by shame and regret. He crumbles against Porsché, falling to his knees as he begins to beg, "Please, Ché. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Please, I'll do anything." If any of the Theerapanyakul family's enemies could see Kim now, prostrating himself in front of a teenager, he'd be finished. Kim can't bring himself to give a fuck about that. The only thing that matters to him anymore is finding himself back in Porsché's good graces, that bright smile shining on him once more.
"Get up," Porsché sniffles from above him. "Seriously, P'Kim. Just get up." Kim stands and takes Porsché's hands in his. "Tell me what I need to do to make this right and I will."
"I don't know," Porsché confesses, "but it could take a while."
"Then I will spend every lifetime making it up to you." That finally gets a laugh out of Porsché and Kim counts it as a win. He holds Porsché's face in his hands, bringing their foreheads together. They just breathe each other in for a few moments, silent tears falling from both of them until Kim places a soft kiss on Porsché's forehead. He wipes away the droplet of blood his lips leave behind.
They migrate to the bed where Porsché falls asleep on top of Kim, mostly because Kim refuses to let him go. The bed shifts as they sleep, making the forgotten towel Porsché used to wipe Kim's lip fall to the wooden floor. It's still wet and will surely leave a stain. Nothing remains perfect in the Theerapanyakul household. But Kim and Porsché are allowed to rest. And for now, that is enough.