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"Is something the matter, Porsche?" Kinn asked.
Porsche wanted to speak but it was hard to think past the hand resting high on his thigh and the fact that he was sitting in Kinn's lap.
Kinn had decided, somehow, that it would really sell things if Porsche sat in his lap for this incredibly important gala-slash-dinner party that every member of the major family was going to be present for.
"Just thirsty," Porsche finally managed, around a dryness in his throat, which wasn't exactly a lie, his mouth had become horridly dry.
Kinn made a small hum and held up a glass of champagne for Porsche to take a sip of, however, he gently refused.
Not one to break the illusion, Porsche used his arms, which were wrapped around Kinn's neck, to pull himself forward, so he could whisper in Kinn's ear.
"I'm on duty, darling," The darling was said with a vicious sort of emphasis, as Porsche tried to block out that strange, squirming feeling in his stomach.
"I don't care, darling," Kinn replied, with a sharp smile. "It'll look suspicious if you don't drink or eat while we're here and you said you were thirsty."
Porsche could see the truth in his words, so he begrudgingly complied, however, instead of taking the glass from Kinn, he merely pressed his lips to the edge of the glass, prompting Kinn to pour it down his throat.
Kinn did as he was silently prompted, with nothing but a satisfied smile and, unfortunately for Porsche, that set the tone for the evening.
It seemed like a scene straight out of some dark fantasy, the king doting on his favorite consort, as Kinn held glasses of champagne for Porsche, fed him whatever he wanted, even going so far as to eat off of the same fork as him.
Tankhun seemed pleased with the course evening, even going so far as to wait until Kinn's head was turned away to mouth 'told you so' at Porsche.
Porsche merely stuck his tongue out in response.
But then, Tankhun's words echoed in his head.
'My brother can't act,' repeated over and over. Almost instinctually, to ground himself, he tightened his arms around Kinn's neck.
After the party was already well under way, Porsche watched Big make his entrance, happily greeting Ken.
Absently, Porsche let out a thoughtful hum. This made sense.
Big was the head bodyguard for Kim, the youngest son, and since the youngest son was going to be here, so would Big.
Then, someone entered.
Wik. The singer Wik, that Chay was obsessed with, that Chay was getting guitar lessons from.
Porsche's entire body went tense as he sought comfort from Kinn, trying to bring himself closer to his boss, which was honestly kind of mortifying, but Kinn was beneath him and around him and all-encompassing and so warm and some, underdeveloped, lizard part of Porsche's brain screamed something about a 'big strong man', while Porsche's worst fear was confirmed.
"Kim!" Tankhun called and Wik looked up.
Fucking... Hell.
Porsche just can't catch a break, can he?
Kinn's arm had settled around his waist now, almost like a question, trying to see if Porsche was okay.
And no, he wasn't okay. He would be having words with Kinn later, he'd be having words with the whole damn family. But right now, he just made eye contact with the punk-ass little brat who dared try and drag his baby brother into mafia business and smiled.
"Hi," He said, fighting to keep the shaky anger out of his voice. "I believe you're the only brother I haven't met. I'm Kinn's boyfriend, Porsche."
Even the warmth of Kinn's arm around his waist, Kinn's hand on his thigh, can't combat the icy dread he feels pooling in his stomach.
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Porsche and Kinn are alone now, in Kinn's office, as Porsche gave Kinn a final report about any suspicious behavior he believed he might've seen at the dinner party.
He finished his report with a sharp efficiency he wouldn't have thought himself capable of before.
With a quick bow, he turned around, preparing to leave.
"There's one more report I'm waiting on, Porsche." Kinn hummed, almost amused.
"What report is that, sir?" Porsche asked, turning around to face Kinn again.
Kinn had crossed the room to stand in front of Porsche with a scary silence that Porsche didn't know a man that tall could possess.
He practically loomed over Porsche, surrounding him in a different way than he had at the dinner party.
Now, instead of a soft, soothing warmth, it was more like being cornered by a dangerous predator.
Kinn's smile was all teeth, as he tilted his head.
"What the fuck is your deal with Kim?"
Porsche stalled out for a moment and then snapped back to attention.
"It's nothing, sir." He said, between gritted teeth.
"Obviously he's done something to upset you." Kinn snapped back.
Porsche watched as Kinn's fingers curled and uncurled against his palm.
He swallowed hard, ignoring how Kinn's eyes tracked the movement.
"You said Chay would be safe," Porsche finally said, with a heavy sigh.
Kinn blinked once.
Then twice.
"And he is. Has he done something to lead you to believe he isn't?"
"I'd like to think it's just an innocent coincidence but... Kim has started tutoring my little brother in guitar and," Porsche choked on his words, forgetting his position for a moment as he braced his hands against Kinn's chest, searching for that comfort he felt before. "And Chay was so excited because he really admires 'Wik', or, I guess Kim, and he has this massive crush on him but... People like me and my brother don't get noticed by people like you and Kim for no reason." He laughed mirthlessly, finally looking up and making eye contact with Kinn. "If it weren't for my taekwondo skills, we'd never have met, if it weren't for Chay being my brother, I don't think Kim would pay him any mind."
Porsche froze as he watched the muscles in Kinn's jaw work, like he was clenching it.
"My little brother is... So fucking dumb, I am so... I'm sorry." Kinn murmured, after a moment. "I'll take care of it, darling,"
And then, almost in an unthinking manner, Kinn dropped a kiss onto Porsche's forehead.
Porsche resolved to think of it as confusion about them pretending to be boyfriend's earlier in the evening and ignored the heat rising to his cheeks as he bid Kinn a soft good night.
He was so fucked.