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Kinn could feel Porsche's eyes, practically burning a hole through the side of his face.
Porsche was leaning his head on his fist, and it appeared that he wasn't even paying attention to what he was doing. He was just...
Looking.
Kinn was used to being admired, by anyone and everyone, even people as gorgeous as Porsche, but something about such a weighted stare made him feel borderline uncomfortable.
Which was ridiculous. He'd stared at Porsche plenty of times, so Porsche returning the favor shouldn't have been so... Off-putting.
The stare made him feel like he was being evaluated and, for some strange reason, he wanted it to be a good evaluation. It was like when he offered up a file on a business deal he'd done to his father for review.
Eventually, he couldn't take the silence, so he cleared his throat, which seemed to snap Porsche out of his haze.
"Is something the matter, Porsche?" Kinn asked, in his usual, bored manner, forcing nonchalance.
"Huh? N-no, nothing, Khun Kinn," Porsche stammered, straightening up. "Just, I'll be spending the evening with Khun Tankhun, so I'll swap with Pete."
Kinn tried, and failed, to hide his frown, but nodded.
"Do whatever you like," He said, in a clipped tone. Then, as if he couldn't stop himself from being just the world's rudest asshole, he added, "Perhaps with Pete in your place, we'll actually get some work done."
Porsche made a face at that, but said nothing.
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Porsche was barely paying attention to whatever drama Tankhun had put on, as he worked on helping Tankhun paint his nails.
To be honest, he knew that Pete thought working with Khun Tankhun was the absolute worst, but Kinn could be so volatile, that Porsche almost preferred Tankhun and his eccentricities.
He hadn't met Kim, but if he was anything like the middle Theerapanyakul brother, Porsche was sure they would hate each other.
"Oi!" Tankhun snapped, yanking his hand away from Porsche, throwing a tantrum. "What's your problem Porsche?!"
Porsche startled and looked up at him like a deer in headlights.
"Sir?" He managed. "I'm not sure I understand,"
"You've been sighing all afternoon like some lovelorn female lead!" Tankhun huffed, curling his lips in a pout.
Porsche's face instantly turned red, at the insinuation that Tankhun probably didn't even realize he was making.
Arm and Pol both turned to him, their attention completely pulled away from the drama as they leaned forward.
"Well... Can I be completely honest, sir?"
Tankhun waved him on, placing his hands back on the table for Porsche to finish painting.
"Recently, for a job, I pretended to be," With another sigh, Porsche finally swallowed his pride and just came out with it. "Khun Kinn's boyfriend."
Pol's jaw dropped and, in true comedic fashion, Arm reached over and pushed his mouth closed.
Tankhun tilted his head down and used his free hand to slide his sunglasses down his nose.
"You've fallen victim to his charms, I suppose?" Tankhun asked, matter-of-factly.
Porsche flushed again, his ears burning, as he gave a single, sharp nod.
"Isn't that just wonderful!" Tankhun exclaimed, clapping his hands together, however, being careful of the still drying polish. "I'm so excited! I just can't wait for you to join the family!"
That made Porsche's brain stall out because... What? Just because he, stupidly, kind of liked Kinn, that did not mean he was going to be joining the family.
"I appreciate the sentiment, Khun Tankhun, but, I don't believe it's reciprocated." Porsche explained, as gently as possible.
Tankhun scoffed, completely flabbergasted.
Porsche couldn't understand why, it seemed pretty obvious to him.
He wasn't Kinn's type... At all and the whole party thing was a big charade.
"Let's make a deal, Porsche," Tankhun said, with a mischievous smile. "If I'm right that my brother has feelings for you, you have to be on my staff for..." He let out a thoughtful hum, then continued. "Two months. And if you're right and it's all an act, I'll owe you three favors, like a fairy godmother or something! Sound good?"
With a Theerapanyakul brother, especially as someone who works for them, you don't have much choice but to comply with their whims.
Porsche nodded in agreement.
"All right, a deal's a deal!" Tankhun said with a bright grin. "And I'll let you in on a secret," Tankhun beckoned Porsche to lean in.
Once he had, Tankhun cupped a hand over his ear before whispering,
"My brother is a terrible actor."