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What the fuck.
That’s the only way Porsche could describe the way he was currently feeling.
Because holy shit?
Big and Ken not being absolute menaces and trying to ruin his life for once? That was a whole ass miracle, and don’t get him wrong, Porsche was grateful for that. But them being actually nice and amicable to him? Oh hell no. Something was up, and Porsche had no clue what, and it was that aspect that concerned him. Because as far as Porsche was aware, he hadn’t done anything to get in their good graces.
So them giving him small smiles, pats on the back, and ruffling his hair?
Yeah, no, he had his doubts about their intentions, and really anyone with a working brain would too.
He made sure to keep a close eye on the two, and even as he did this, he noticed no change in their disposition… they continued to be nice towards him. It felt like a fucking fever dream if you asked him.
You see, it began with Big and Ken walking near Porsche and mumbling some shit about Porsche, as usual. Yet as soon as someone else joined in, they both reared their heads and hissed at them — genuinely, what type of shit was this?
Then, it only got worse from there.
Soon Porsche found himself being gently woken up by Big or Ken (it switched from day to day) in the early mornings, and they apologized for doing their duty of getting him ready for his daily rounds. And if that wasn’t bad enough, they used nicknames — pet names, in fact, to call him by. The last time he checked, while he was younger than them, he was their boss. So, someone please explain to him what exactly was happening.
(“Sorry, Moonstar,” Big had muttered, “we’ve got to get to training.”)
(“You okay, pup?” Ken had asked in English.)
Needless to say, Porsche’s head was absolutely spinning because of it.
Oh, and don’t forget the fact that the two always seemed to have snacks and drinks on hand just for Porsche when he got exhausted at any time of the day. Was he complaining? No, of course not, but still, a man still had to question what they were up to.
Also, the head pats and hair ruffling, what the actual fuck.
Big and Ken… they didn’t do affection or skinship, so why in the world had they suddenly started being so… open in their attention towards Porsche, both in public and private?
All of those things kept adding up, but none of them made him explode with curiosity — the need to know what the fuck was up with them — and blurt out his questions directed at them.
There was an exception, though… The exception being the appearance of Tawan. Okay, yeah, he knew that doing what he did, that is wiretapping his, Tawan's, room was a dumb idea, but could you blame him? Kinn's supposed dead ex appeared suddenly out of nowhere with no indication beforehand that he was even alive in the first place… it was incredibly fishy, and no, Porsche was not jealous, the hell you mean?
As if that wasn't enough, the dick had the gall to frame him — frame him and label him as a traitor of the Theerapanyakun Family… well, at least try to.
Because there Big and Ken were, shooting glares at Tawan that could kill if Porsche wasn't, y'know, Porsche.
They surrounded not just Kinn, but also Porsche, and in the middle of the nice talk they were having, Ken wrapped an arm around Porsche, who jumped at the contact; Kinn looked in curiosity. Big, whose eyes had been twitching for quite some time, started to speak, and boy was he pissed. “Shut up, you entitled piece of shit,” he growled, “everyone knows that you used Khun Kinn for his money. And, don’t you dare try to talk shit about N’Porsche.”
Tawan looked at him incredulously. “Who are you to talk to me like that?”
Big blinked and with an eerily calm voice, he responded, “His bodyguard. His bodyguard whom has worked for him longer than you’ve even known him. This means I have responsibilities to keep him safe and that means getting the wrench of a snake away from Khun Kinn. If you didn’t catch on, that meant you. ”
Tawan scoffed at him. “Listen, I’m just trying to help Kinn out. Porsche has been working as a mole for the minor family and other mafia groups, don’cha know?”
Ken huffed. “Oh my god, we all know you’re full of shit. We both knew you were going to pull some shady shit like this, so we recorded you planting evidence. Don’t deny it — you had it out for N’Porsche as soon as you realized Kinn was in love with him.”
Porsche sputtered and regained his senses quickly to deny the other’s claim, but Ken shook his head. “Porsche, we’re not stupid. We know you and Kinn have been doing some…exploring around the mansion. We don’t care about that if that’s what matters. If you’re happy and Khun Kinn is happy, who are we to deny you both of that?”
Porsche turned his head to Big. “He’s right. I’m over my thing for Khun Kinn now, anyways. And, you make him happier than I could have. You two deserve to have something good and pure,“ Big affirmed before shifting his sights back onto Tawan. “Now you on the other hand…get the hell out of here before I call up Khun Vegas, because I know that he didn’t employ Porsche as a mole. And, I’m sure you know what Khun Vegas was like in the past.”
Tawan couldn’t help but gape. Nonetheless, he walked out the doors, fuming.
“Halle- fucking -llujah,” Ken grit out under his breath in English.
Porsche was speechless.
“What’s up with the sudden change in attitude?” Kinn suddenly inquired.
Big and Ken turned to him at the same time. “Sunshine.”
That seemed to be a good enough of an answer as Kinn dismissed all three of them with a fond smile. Walking down the hallways, Ken, still gripping Porsche’s shoulder, pulled him into a hug. And Big, although reluctant, joined in. “C’mon, Porsche, let’s get you to your room. You need to get some rest. Lord knows you’re going to need it tomorrow when dealing with Tawan.” Big muttered. Porsche gave a non-committal hum, still trying to decipher their intentions.
“So, why did you two do that for me?” He blurted out.
Ken glanced over quickly at Big before the latter nodded. “We had our reasons, but the main one is we looked back on the way we treated you and decided it was…uncalled for. So, here we are. We don’t expect you to suddenly forgive us, but we hope that you will eventually…”
Porsche couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lungs and throat. He beamed up at them. “Nah, I forgave you two idiots a long time ago.”
And, oh fuck, oh shit.
There wasn’t just one ray of sunshine… There were two of them .