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It started off as something he was forced to do.
“Deliver this to Mr. Kinn,” the lady had said, handing him a tray of neon green drinks. He had felt indignant at the command, at the expectation that he would automatically dual-serve as a butler. He had signed up to be a bodyguard, not a servant.
But the lady had just smiled at him and he’d gone off to deliver the drinks, hoping his new psycho of a boss choked on the chunk of wasabi.
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The next time, unlike the first, he’d had no ill intent. He truly had put all of his drink-prepping skills into that cup of coffee, only for Kinn to scrunch his face up in disgust at the very first sip.
Porsche frowned, confused.
“You really can’t make anything but alcoholic drinks.”
His frown deepened. Rude. See if I don’t dump some cigarette ashes in there next time.
Kinn had given him a look like he knew exactly what Porsche was thinking.
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It wasn’t until after Kinn had saved Porsche from Mes that Porsche found himself subconsciously doing small things for the other man to repay him, even if most of it went unnoticed.
Every morning, if it was his turn to bring Kinn his breakfast, he always made sure to find and place the other man’s phone on the nightstand while he was in the shower. It was usually shoved under one of his pillows or tangled up somewhere in the sheets and only took a few seconds for Porsche to find.
Kinn never questioned how or why he no longer needed to go scavenging for his own phone or why it was always ready for him to pocket before leaving these days and Porsche didn’t bring it up.
He also started making sure there was always bourbon and an empty glass nearby once Kinn was home and out of business attire, signaling he was done working for the day. He liked to think it was the bartender in him making sure his customer’s preferred drink was always ready.
If Kinn suddenly noticed that he never needed to walk outside of a room in search of bourbon again, he didn’t let anyone in on the discovery.
Porsche watched as the other man let out a soft sigh, pouring himself a glass as he began decompressing after a long day, and grinned a small, self-satisfied smile.
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Even when they were arguing or fighting, Porsche couldn’t bring himself to disrupt the mini habits he’d developed when it came to Kinn. So when Khun Korn gave him 7 days off to decide whether or not he wanted to come back, Porsche found himself in the laundry room the hour before he planned to leave, pestering one of the maids.
“Jeeeee! Please, please, please?” he begged, shaking her by the arm. She swatted at him, shooing him from where he sat perched on top of one of the laundry machines.
“Why would I suddenly change my schedule?” she asked, huffing and folding a pile of towels.
“It makes so much more sense to make his bed while he’s in the shower! Then he can come out to a nice, clean room, and start the day off right!” he reasoned, pushing.
She paused in her task as she contemplated this and he pushed some more. “You know how Khun Kinn likes things! Nice, neat, beautiful. Why not let that be the first thing he sees, hm?”
She was nodding along now and folded one more towel before turning to him. “Fine, you make a good point.”
“See?! I knew you’d see it my way,” he cheered, “Also, he’s so messy, so when you make his bed, can you just dig around for his phone and place it on the nightstand? It’s usually somewhere in the sheets. Otherwise he’ll yell and throw a tantrum trying to find it,” he lied, crossing his fingers.
She gave him an odd look, probably wondering why he would know where Kinn’s phone usually was, but just nodded. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say, you brat.”
“Thank you, je!” he hugged her tightly, ignoring her grumbling and shooting her his widest, brightest smile.
With that taken care of, he left to find the butler in charge of stocking the liquor around the mansion.
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I need to make sure he stays hydrated, he thought as he dragged Kinn—the man huffing and puffing—along, their wrists handcuffed together. He could hear the water; it had to be around here somewhere.
I need to make sure he eats, he thought as he aimed the sharpened wooden stick and speared some fish, making sure they had enough food for at least the next meal.
I need to make sure he stays warm, he thought as he lit the pile of leaves and branches they had scavenged, making sure the flame caught enough surface as to not immediately get fanned out by the wind that was quickly picking up around them.
I need to make sure he sleeps, he thought as he curled up against Kinn’s side in the bed of the truck, pulling the towel a bit higher over the other man’s torso.
I need to make sure he lives, he thought as he clung to the rock above them, the skin of his palm nearly tearing with the effort to lift them both up. His sides ached from the fall, his left leg throbbing and head still ringing. He felt desperation and exhaustion claw at him, but the need to bring Kinn to safety won out.
I need to make sure he survives, he thought as he offered up his wrist to be cut off.
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As Kinn laid in that hospital bed healing from a bullet meant for Porsche, he was convinced that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this man from this day forth.
Sighing, he snuggled up closer, resting his head in the other man’s lap. He flexed his fingers around Kinn’s and felt that all too familiar ring against his own skin. The way Kinn looked at it sometimes, it felt like more than just an accessory. It sat on his finger like a weight, holding him down—not an anchor, but a burden.
Porsche twisted it in between his fingers to loosen it from where it hugged Kinn’s finger, pushing it up a few centimeters. It left behind a slight indent on the other man’s skin.
Porsche massaged the mildly red area, easing the tension in Kinn’s finger, hoping and wishing that he could help ease the invisible burden as well.
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Out of the corner of his eye, Kinn watched as Porsche casually—as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it—readjusted Kinn’s watches where they sat in a velvet tray. His lover’s brows furrowed in dissatisfaction, finger nudging the Rolex a millimeter to the right until it once again rested perfectly straight. Task complete, the other man smiled to himself, returning to stand guard at Kinn’s door.
Kinn couldn’t contain the grin that fought its way onto his face. His lover may not realize it but he really did notice everything. For someone like Kinn—whose life was stress personified—all the little things that brought him peace in his day-to-day had always stood out in stark contrast. It was impossible to ignore how much better his life had suddenly become since Porsche had entered it—how much happier he had become.
He pulled out his phone and brought up Yok’s number, typing out a simple text message.
[Kinn: Je, what’s one place Porsche has always wanted to visit?]
It didn’t take long for her to respond.
[Yok: OOOOOohhhh!~ Are you taking him on a luxurious date?! What did Porsche do to deserve this?]
Kinn smiled.
[Kinn: Even a luxurious vacation isn’t enough to repay him for all the little things.]
When Yok sent back a couple dozen heart emojis in various colors with a promise that she would send him a Google Maps location, he pocketed his phone and took a sip of his bourbon.
From where he stood staring out the glass window, his lover suddenly turned to him and shot him a wide smile, his eyes turning into crescents, and Kinn knew that the warmth in his chest had nothing to do with the alcohol.