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Kim woke to sun filtering through a window directly in front of him, assaulting his closed eyes. He was confused as to where he was for half a second before he remembered coming back to the Kittisawat family home after Porchay’s impromptu confession. Speaking of the young man, the weight on his chest and somewhat steady breathing proved he wasn’t alone on the pull out couch (which his feet were hanging off of). They also proved he wasn’t the only one awake as the head on his chest shifted and the breaths on his neck coming out inconsistently.
He shifted slightly, readjusting his head and shoulders into a more comfortable position, feeling the head stop moving and the breathing subtly (for anyone that wasn’t raised in a mafia family) even out forcefully. He lay there for a moment before asking, “why are you pretending to sleep?”
He felt Porchay move and heard him giggle (his heart absolutely did not stutter at the sound. He wasn’t his brother). “Well…” Porchay began. “I’m scared.”
‘What are you scared of, Chay?’ he asked in his mind as he started to move his hand on Porchay’s upper arm, rubbing it in a form of comfort.
As if hearing his thoughts, Porchay answered, “I’m scared that if I look at you I’ll cry.”
Kim opened his eyes and looked down at Porchay quickly and furrowed his brows slightly, startled by the confession. He was silent for a moment. “Why’s that?”
Porchay readjusted his grip on Kim’s waist. “I… I’ve always been an unlucky person. But today I realized all the luck I do have was spent on you.”
(Kim started and blinked a few times. There were absolutely not tears in his eyes and his heart did not just skip a beat. He felt nothing; Porchay was his mission and nothing more.)
Porchay lifted his head off Kim’s chest and looked up at him with those doe eyes of his. “Kim,” he said in a surprisingly confident tone. Kim readjusted his head again, his eyes widening slightly, and looked Porchay in the eyes (God, he was so adorable. Wait, what). “I love you.”
Kim froze; no one had said those words to him in years. The last time someone had said it with any sort of sincerity was when his mother was dying and she had looked him straight in the eyes and uttered those same three words. Those words were so foriegn to him he wasn’t even sure he knew what they truly meant anymore.
He didn’t say anything for a long while, unable to move his tongue which felt like lead. Porchay looked up at him with an expectant look, obviously wanting him to say it back (he wouldn’t be lying if he did. Porchay was the best thing that had happened to him since music. He didn’t want to lose this. Why did he have to be a mafia boss’s son). “Do you love me?” he finally asked.
Kim started at Porchay for a few more seconds, trying to keep the war going on within his brain off his face and out of his breathing and voice. He moved his hand on Porchay’s shoulder to his hair, running his fingers through the downy soft strands. “I…” he began, then stopped before he said something stupid like ‘I’m here to learn about your brother,’ or ‘I don’t actually care about you’ (though anything but ‘I love you’ would be somewhat distruthful). “I’m hungry,” he finally settled with, trying to dodge the topic entirely. “Let’s find something to eat.” (Porchay looked slightly disappointed but not heartbroken, so Kim was considering that move a win. He wouldn’t be able to handle a heartbroken Porchay.)
“Mmm… okay,” Porchay responded with a laugh as Kim began to stretch his limbs. Porchay lifted his body the rest of the way off Kim’s but stayed on the pull out a few moments longer, just gazing at Kim (with an expression Kim tried his hardest to ignore. He failed). “Then I’ll make you some fried eggs,” he said. Finally moving the blanket they had been sharing off of his legs and walking towards the kitchen.
Kim stayed there for a few minutes longer, just basking in the atmosphere. It was peaceful; he hadn’t been this relaxed in years. He moved his arm so that his elbow was propped up on Porchay’s pillow and imagined he was still looking at the peaceful face of innocence, one he was going to protect with his life.
Kim sat up, quickly but not alarmingly so as to not worry Porchay; where had that thought come from? Why was he thinking it now, when he hadn’t vowed to protect anyone with his life in years (aside from Khun, but that was a completely different story)?
It… it scared him.
Eventually, after he had calmed himself enough, he made his way to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table, gazing at the walls where photos and drawings were hung, the lives of Porchay and his family on display for all to see; it made Kim feel guilty, guilty that he was barging into someone’s life just to figure out something about his family that barely concerned him, considering he couldn’t even walk when the inciting incident happened.
“Here,” Porchay said, tearing his attention away from his musings and back towards him. He placed a fried egg in front of him, ketchup spread across it in a strange way. “It’s a smiley face,” Porchay explained with a smile in his voice.
“Where are his eyes?” Kim teased with a laugh, Porchay joining in and reaching out a hand to point them out to him.
The doorbell rang, surprisingly early for a weekend morning when most people weren’t awake yet. They both turned to the door, Porchay with naive confusion and Kim with tense caution. “Oh, I’ll be right back.” Porchay brushed his hand against Kim’s shoulder as he passed and Kim swore his heartbeat did not speed up at the minor touch.
Kim watched him go, mood dimming as he realized he would need to leave in order to keep Porchay out of harm’s way. He gazed back at his egg (which he really wanted to eat thank you very much) then reached out and grabbed a pad of sticky notes and a pen from the center of the table. ‘Gotta go, sorry’ he wrote on the note on top before ripping it off and sticking it down to the table.
He gazed down at it and considered throwing it away when Porchay’s call of “help me!” sounded before he could decide. His head whipped towards the door Porchay had left through, but he couldn’t see anything. He got up and all but ran to the door, Porchay’s calls for help reaching his ears the whole time. He finally burst through the door as Kim’s body went limp from the (probably) chloroform rag over his nose and mouth.
He kicked the nearest kidnapper who (foolishly) had his back turned to the house. He punched another in the gut, winding him before throwing a different one into the wall (but thankfully not through it). The kicked the one holding Chay to his knees then broke his nose with a well aimed punch. He looked around the lawn, trying to see if there were any more when a sudden and painful shock shot through his body starting from just above his hip bone. He grabbed the hands holding the taser and redirected it into the other man’s sternum, breathing heavily in an attempt to make the pain go away. As he was distracted, another came up behind him and shoved another taser straight into his spine, stunning him and making him fall to the ground.
As his vision started to go black, he could see the kidnappers apparently arguing about something. They both turned to him and advanced on him as darkness took over his vision and the world turned silent, the last thing he saw being a peacefully knocked out Porchay.
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When Chay woke up, he was moving. The world was muddled and even though people were talking, he couldn’t understand a single thing coming out of their mouths, the words sounding more like gibberish than Thai.
When he was able to open his eyes (and his vision was clear) he took in his surroundings. He was in a van; yeah, that was all he had. He was in a moving van and there were at least 6 others within it, including a body laying down at his feet (oh god he really hoped whoever it was wasn’t dead).
His eyes adjusted to the dark interior of the van and he finally recognized some of the body;s features; his hair (messier than he’d ever seen), his white shirt, blue ripped jeans, and bare feet. The body in front of him was Kim. They’d both been kidnapped, one of them was still unconscious, the one that was awake had no idea where they were, and no one knew that they were gone. What a wonderfully horrible situation they’d found themselves in.
One of the men noticed he was awake and notified the others and the cloth that had knocked him out was placed over his mouth again. He fought to remove it and not breath in at the same time, but ultimately failed, being enveloped by black once again.
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It took hours for the main family to notice something. It wasn’t until they were made aware of Porchay’s kidnapping that Kim’s bodyguards noticed they hadn’t seen him all day. The bodyguards stationed at Kim’s apartment contacted the one’s at the studio who contacted the one’s stationed at the Kittisawat house. They received no answer. A quick visit to the house revealed that they’d been killed.
The main family was immediately made aware and the compound was put on lockdown before Kinn or Tankhun were made aware of their baby brother’s disappearance and was only noticed when Tankhun tried to go to the garden to visit his koi with Pol when he was quickly and neatly ushered back to his room while Pol was briefed on the situation. When he returned to the room his face was grim and the smile that had been on his face less than 20 minutes ago was nowhere to be found. As expected, he had a panic attack at the thought of Kim being kidnapped and passed out before it could pass.
Kinn, deep in the process of deciphering the information Pete was sending to them, was made aware at the same time as Tawan’s escape. He was focused on Arm’s computer screen when he noticed Big put his hand to his ear, obviously receiving some kind of information. Big turned back to him. “Khun Kinn, Tawan’s escaped.”
Kinn’s breath hitched. “Recapture him,” he ordered. So he’d been right, Tawan had been playing him the whole time. He was immensely relieved to have the right person to blame, which meant Porsche wouldn’t be accused of betraying them anymore and could come back to him.
He saw Big put a hand to his ear again and his expression became panicked. “Are you sure?” he asked. He was silent for a moment as he received what Kinn assumed was confirmation. Big’s hand was shaky as he removed it from his ear piece and his face was pale as he turned to Kinn, something he’d never seen from Big. “Khun Kinn…” he hesitated.
After a moment of silence, Kinn ordered, “Spit it out!”
“...Khun Kim is missing.” Kinn’s world, which had barely been held together by a thread, fell apart.
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Kim came to slowly. His taser wounds hurt, his hands were tied in front of him, his feet were somehow free, and he was gagged. He took in his position (tied to a beam) and his surroundings. He was in a warehouse, probably in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere Bangkok, that much was clear. Who had ordered Chay’s kidnapping was what confused Kim. Sure, he knew his family was dealing with the whole Tawan's-a-traitor issue at the moment, but this doesn’t seem like Tawan’s style- wait, Porchay!
Kim frantically looked around before sagging in relief when he saw Chay in a similar position to his own, minus the gag. He had to find a way out of here before whoever kidnapped them got back and did whatever they wanted to with them. He thrashed against his binds, trying to find a way to loosen them when the sound of a door opening echoed through the empty warehouse.
Kim froze, waiting for more sound. He could hear faint footsteps coming their direction and struggled harder, not knowing who was coming in their direction.
“Porchay!” said a familiar voice. Kim slightly relaxed before realizing what this was; it was a trap to weaken the main family. They had meant to get to Porchay as means to get to Porsche and Porsche was Kinn’s only real weakness. Kim felt sick as Porsche came closer, repeatedly calling Porchay’s name, not able to warn him through his gag. Not even the sound of Porsche cocking his gun relaxed him in anyway
Porsche finally made it into view, his gaze immediately settling on Porchay (although who could blame him) when three guns were pointed at his head, Tawan’s included. Kim had only met Tawan a few times (four at most) but knew him well enough to know that Kinn had been truly in love with him when they’d been together. He remembered Khun’s reaction to Tawan’s ‘death’ (all he’d said was ‘karma’s a bitch’ and hugged Kinn tight enough it was a wonder he was still able to get the breaths for his sobs) and he’d been inclined to agree with the reaction. Tawan was truly a scumbag.
Porsche raised his hands in surrender and finally noticed Kim, though turned his attention back to Chay soon after. He started at Chay as his gun was taken and said in a scarily calm voice, “What the fuck did you do to my brother?”
Kim glared at Tawan, hopefully with murderous intent in his eyes as Tawan got closer to Porsche. “This world is cruel, don’t you think so?” he said, glancing between Porsche and Kim. He laughed a psychotic laugh, revealing his superiority in the situation. Porsche was dragged to a beam and tied in a similar way to Kim, standing this time and without the gag like Porchay.
Once he was secure, Tawan’s bodyguards backed off and he walked menacingly towards Porchay and Kim could hear Porsche’s breathing get heavier with every step, rage making it’s way onto his face. Tawan kicked Chay’s legs and Kim jolted forwards. “Hey,” said Tawan. He got even closer to Porchay, putting his legs on either side of Porchay’s thighs and squatting over his legs, almost sitting. Tawan put the barrel of his gun under Chay’s jaw and lifted his head.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!” Porsche shouted. “Tawan you bitch!” Tawan moved his gun to the top of Porchay’s head. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!” Porsche said again as he struggled, Kim doing the same. He was going to fucking kill Tawan. “Fuck you! You’re a dead man if I can untie this!” Kim’s thoughts exactly.
Tawan turned to look at Porsche, then to Kim, then back at Porsche. “Are you angry?” No fucking shit. “You’re angry, right?” Tawan said as he stood up, still pointing his gun at Porchay’s head. “You really love your brother, don’t you? You love him huh?!” Tawan started kicking Porchay, Porsche and Kim strengthening their (unfortunately feeble) escape attempts. One final kick made Porchay fall onto his side, thankfully still knocked out.
Tawan finally moved away from Porchay, walking towards Porsche, seemingly forgetting Kim was even there. “Porsche, make sure you're free first before you start mouthing off.” Tawan’s smile stayed on his face the whole time, but Porsche didn’t even flinch.
“You think I’m here alone?” More footsteps came from the way Porsche had entered, Vegas and a bodyguard entering the conversation. Kim shot Porsche a look that would have said ‘Vegas? That’s your backup?’ if he hadn’t been hit in the temple with a gun. He felt blood run down the side of his face and looked up at his attacker. Apparently one of Tawan’s bodyguards had had enough of his bullshit. Porsche looked over at him with a concerned expression, wiping away the grin that had been on his face when he’d laid eyes on Vegas. Kim shook his head in a way that conveyed ‘I’m okay, don’t worry’ enough that Porsche nodded and turned back to Vegas.
Vegas slowly turned his head from Porsche to Tawan then quickly decked him across the face. Tawan turned completely around, nearly falling to the floor and his gun clattering on the cement. He turned back to Vegas holding his jaw, his lip split and Kim internally complimented Vegas on the punch, though he was getting concerned by the lack of guns pointed at Vegas. “What did I do wrong?” Tawan asked, tears apparent in his voice. “I’m helping you, Vegas.”
Kim saw Porsche’s smile fall from his face out of the corner of his eye, unfortunately not surprised with the outcome; he knew Vegas better than Porsche. “I was with the main family for a long time and didn’t get anything, so this is what I gotta do. A guy like Kinn, he keeps his information safe with the one he considers most important to him.” Either Kinn was a bigger idiot than Kim thought (Kinn was emotional, not stupid so probably not that one) or Tawan deserved to die even more than Kim originally thought (definitly that one. Mess with Kim’s brothers enough and you’re dead). Tawan was pointing to Porsche as he said the last sentence, making his intentions obvious. “Or do you care about him, Vegas?” Kim had to hold back a laugh at that one.
“No,” Vegas said truthfully. He grabbed Tawan’s face in a surprisingly tender way and touched their foreheads together. Kim almost thought they were going to kiss until Vegas pulled away and put both his hands into Tawan’s collar. “But this wasn’t the fucking plan!” he said in English, throwing Tawan away from him.
“What the fuck is going on, Vegas?” asked Porsche, obviously confused.
‘Well Porsche, Vegas betrayed you and has been working with Tawan the whole time, which means even though it wasn’t his plan, he kidnapped Porchay.’ Kim answered in his head.
Vegas turned back towards Porsche who had begun berating him for betraying his family, like Vegas actually cared about anyone but his brother. At this point Kim was finding it hard to pay attention to what was happening just a few feet away from him, not just because of his head wound, although that contributed, but also because of the bodyguard behind him feeling up his shoulders and neck. He tried shrugging him off to no avail. The only thing he could even minorly pay attention to was the sound of Tawan getting killed.
The sound of his struggle must have picked up as the hands moved south because Vegas turned to him and saw his bodyguard’s actions. “What are you doing?” Vegas asked in a bored tone.
The bodyguard stopped his wandering hands, but still held him still as he continued his struggle. “Well… I was, uh…” the bodyguard stuttered.
Vegas sighed. “Actually, I don’t care. Do what you want with him, Kim deserves to be bright down a few pegs.” He immediately turned back to Porsche, as though Kim wasn’t worth his time.
The bodyguard huffed a laugh in his ear and his hands started wandering once again. He whimpered as he struggled, but it only seemed to please the man behind him. He could faintly hear Porsche begging Vegas to ‘make him stop,’ and registered Porsche was asking for Vegas to help him. He… didn’t know what to do with that information.
The hands made their way under his shirt to his stomach and he flinched hard, trying to get away from them, but only succeeding in hitting the back of his head on his beam. He made a sound of pain and heard the man behind him reply with a similar one, but his was one of satisfaction. The hands brushed over the front of his jeans and he jerked away again, failing to get away and feeling tears cascading down his face. They moved from his front to his back and just as they were about to go under, the button on the front undone, another gunshot echoed through the room and Kim opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) to see the bodyguard closest to Porsche fall down dead. There were a few more gunshots and the rest of the bodyguards fell in rapid succession, including the one behind him.
He started to struggle more against his binds, beginning to feel the pain in his jaw from being gagged for who knows how long. Big came out from behind a barrel and rushed forward, attempting to free Porsche first since he was closest and probably the most useful at the moment, Vegas apparently having escaped.
Apparently Kim had been distracted enough for someone to get behind him and put a knife to his throat. “Try anything and he’s dead!” Tawan said from behind him. But… Tawan was dead.
“You were dead!” exclaimed a now freed and armed Porsche, both him and Big pointing their guns at Tawan but not shooting for fear of hitting Kim.
“You guys don’t get bulletproof vests?” Tawan taunted as he dug the knife deeper into Kim’s throat. Kim could feel blood run down his neck.
“Khun Kim!” shouted a concerned Big.
“Kid!” Porsche shouted at the same time.
There was a standoff for a few moments, Tawan’s mocking noises being the only sound. A door further in the warehouse slammed open and Kinn with a few bodyguards, Arm included, emerged from it a few moments later. The knife dug even deeper and Kim tried to hold his breath, one wrong move going to cause his death. “Kinn,” Tawan said, lightening the knife slightly. “It was Porsche who betrayed you.”
“I knew about your plan a long time ago,” Kinn replied, inching closer carefully. “Kim, Porsche, are you both alright?”
“I’m okay, I don’t know about the kid. Some guy was getting touchy earlier. Died too fast if you ask me.” Kinn’s jaw clenched in anger, then released, as though relieved he never had to deal with the scumbag.
“I survived once, Kinn,” Tawan said. “Are you really going to kill me again? Please give me one last chance, Kinn. I love you.” Yeah, loved him so much you were threatening his younger brother with a knife.
“You never loved me.” Kim felt the pressure of the knife return and he moved his head back.
“Stop bullshitting, Tawan,” Porsche said. “You said you loved Vegas earlier, but now that you’re useless, look what he did, he abandoned you. Stop being so stupid!”
“No! He didn’t leave me!” There was a steady stream of blood flowing down his neck now, staining his shirt. He couldn’t get away from the knife no matter how far back he bent his head. “He’s waiting for me!”
“He just used you. A selfish guy like you, who would want to be with you?”
“Vegas! He said he loved me! Vegas said he’d marry me!” Kim wanted to gag at the lovesick tone in Tawan’s voice. “Vegas! Where is Vegas? Help me, Vegas! You said we’d be together forever! Vegas!”
The knife dropped from his neck and he took the chance to swing his head back into Tawan’s nose. Two body guards came behind him and grabbed him, taking him closer to Kinn as Big released his restraints. Once his arms were free he ripped the gag from his mouth and moved his jaw, which would definitely take some time to heal.
“I’ll get Chay out of here,” he said in a hoarse voice in Porsche’s direction. Porsche turned to him and nodded, giving him a look that said ‘get yourself checked out too.’ Kim nodded and worked the rope from around Porchay’s wrists, and putting one of his arms around his shoulders, Big getting the other without a word. When they got to the door, he heard a gunshot and then Kinn shout ‘run’ as they left the building. A few seconds later, explosions could be heard from within the warehouse, everyone running out in time, Kinn and Porsche managing just as the last explosion was heard.
Porsche, Chay, and Kim were quickly directed to medical trucks, Porsche given the stamp of mostly good health, Porchay a level under, and Kim the level of ‘you’re staying at the compound for a few days whether you like it or not,’ which meant a couple bandages and a lot of time at home. Everyone (including Porchay who he would have to tell about the mafia now) slowly got into cars then rushed home, where Tankhun was waiting by the front doors, overjoyed that his brother was home (mostly) safe. He gave all of them big hugs and introduced himself to Porchay before ushering them inside. Upon arrival, Porchay was shown to a guest room, Porsche went to Kinn’s room, and Kim made his way to his own room, thoroughly exhausted.
The first thing he did was undress and get in the shower, scrubbing his skin raw; he felt disgusting. While nothing too terrible had happened, Kim felt violated in the worst possible way. Under the shower water and alone for the first time that day, Kim allowed himself to really cry. He cried for Porsche, he cried for Kinn, he even cried for Tawan and Vegas, but he really cried for Porchay and himself. He tried to keep Chay out of the business for as long as possible and look where that got him.
He left the shower and found clothes in his room on the bed, most likely from Tankhun, with a hand written note next to it. It said:
‘If you ever need to talk, come find us. We love you.
-Khun and Kinn’
(It took all of Kim’s might to not cry again.)
The clothes he had been provided were soft and oversized, just what he needed. They were both black and the sweatpants had a brand down the right leg while the sweatshirt had a small logo on the front of it. Just as he finished changing, someone knocked on his door. “Who is it?”
“P’Kim! It’s Chay!”
Kim rushed towards the door and unlocked it, ushering Chay in and locking it behind him. “I know you probably have a million questions and I can’t answer them all but I can answer some of them-”
“P’Kim,” Chay interrupted. “You don’t need to explain.”
Kim blinked at Chay. “I… don’t?”
Chay laughed. “No, Phi, you don’t. P’Kinn and P’Khun explained most of it to me when you were getting changed. I don’t blame you for not telling me.”
Kim sighed in relief. “Ok, good, that’s good. Um, Chay?”
“Yes.”
Kim took a deep breath of steel his nerves. “Do you remember what you asked me this morning?”
“Of course I do,” Chay said with a confused expression.
“Well, I have an answer for you.” Chay looked at him expectantly. “I love you, Chay. You’re amazing and I’m so glad I got to meet you even if-”
Kim was cut off by Chay crashing his lips onto his. Kim stood frozen in shock for a few seconds before kissing back with just as much fever, parting to catch his breath reluctantly.
He smiled as he went in for another kiss, he could get used to this.