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Kinn was cheating on him. At first, Porsche didn't realize it. They were both busy men, what with ruling the criminal underground of Bangkok, and sometimes they were actually tired. Well, he was anyway. Things started to take on a different light when Porsche actually started to question why Kinn wasn't home when his meeting had ended a good three hours prior. Or when Kinn would come home on time, but he had on a perfume that wasn't his .
It got worse when Big 'accidentally' called Porsche from the driver's seat of Kinn's car, and all Porsche could hear were the giggles of some twink-sounding bitch and Kinn's low voice telling them how pretty they were and how he couldn't wait to "ruin them." He should thank Big, really. Even if he had done it out of malicious intent, his eyes had been opened. He'd send him a gift basket when all was said and done. Maybe.
That had been a week ago. And now, he was ready. It helped that he had Arm, tech godling that he is, on his side, as well as the rest of Khun Nu's close circle of bodyguards. They often went overlooked, except Pete, but they were in their positions for good reason.
Porsche had always planned on giving the minor family leadership back to Vegas once he was well enough to rule. With Pete at his side, Vegas would do better than his father, and there would possibly be better relations between the families. That had been one of Porsche's main objectives when he had taken up the mantle, and he hoped Vegas would continue on in his absence.
Porsche shot a smile at the escort that was wrapped up in their… Kinn's bed. The escort, who obviously didn't know who Porsche was (he was in his old bodyguard uniform, better to blend in), smiled back happily and continued talking about ...ya know…Porsche wasn't actually sure. He had tuned them out as soon as they had situated themselves sexily on the bed. But he was a bartender, he knew how to go through the motions.
Arm had been able to make it look like he would be in meetings until late that night (to Kinn only, of course), and then when Kinn had decided he wanted a little taste of twink, Arm had also made it look like Kinn was texting to one of the new bodyguards about having his flavor of the night be brought in. Stealthy, of course. Wouldn't want the whole compound knowing he was stepping out. Porsche rolled his eyes at the thought. Like most of the compound wasn't already aware. There was a budget for this kind of thing. He was kind of amazed when he found that out.
It wasn't long after that the door opened, and Kinn walked in with a smirk on his lips, lust in his eyes, and that delicious swagger in his step. Yes, delicious. Porsche was heartbroken, not blind. Kinn, however, seemed to be. Blind, that is. He didn't even notice Porsche standing against the wall. He had to be real hard up. Which makes sense. Porsche hadn't let Kinn touch him since he got that call, and Kinn's schedule had been made purposely busy. So he couldn't reasonably seek it out elsewhere without being extra suspicious.
If Arm didn't come back a King in the next life, the whole system was a sham. Porsche watched impassively as Kinn wasted little time in starting to strip, talking all kinds of filth as he went. The escort's cheeks went rosy, and then he seemed to remember Porsche's presence. He looked at him over Kinn's shoulder and said, "You can leave."
Kinn froze. Because he should be more aware of his surroundings. What if it hadn't been Porsche? Though, that didn't actually matter to him. Not anymore. "Of course, Khun, enjoy your evening."
He had almost made it out the door when he felt Kinn grab his wrist and pull him around. "Porsche, wait, I can-"
"Explain? Yes, I'm sure you can. Do I care to listen? Not even a little bit."
"Porsche, please-"
"Save your begging for someone who wants to hear it, Anakinn. I'm sure I'm not that person anymore."
Porsche turned to leave but was pulled back again. He should probably reclaim his wrist at some point. "Porsche-"
"Does my name taste good on your tongue, Anakinn? Because it sounds like it does. Look," Porsche yanked his wrist from Kinn's hold and turned to face him fully. "we both know that it's done between us. We were over the moment you decided I wasn't enough for you. Don't interrupt me, Anakinn, it's rude. Now, here's what's going to happen. And no, you get no say in it." Porsche took the edges of Kinn's shirt and closed it. He was starting to get distracted. Again, heartbroken, not blind.
"I'm leaving, and I'm never coming back. Chay is coming with me, and by extension, so is Kim. Thankun has an open invitation, obviously, but you do not. You, Anakinn Theerapanyakul, are going to stew on what you did. Honestly, if you were someone else, I'd say you didn't actually care, but I know you love me. And I know that this was your worst fear. And now that it's come to fruition," Porsche took a step closer; they were chest to chest now. "You are going to suffer . Maybe not for long, but you will.
"And I am going to enjoy it, from afar, obviously. You are going to wallow in your guilt, though probably not shame. You obviously have none, what with bringing one of your side dishes into our home, into our FUCKING bed!" Porsche took a breath to calm himself. Now was not the time.
"You know, I had a whole speech planned, almost got through it too. But you know what, Anakinn? We're done here." He turned and danced away from Kinn's grasping hands. "Oh! And thank Big for me!" The door slammed behind him, and he was gone before it opened again, with Kinn calling out for him, trying to follow after him. Thankfully, he knew where the secret passages were, and he'd be long gone before Kinn remembered that fact.
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When they got to their final destination almost two weeks later, Porsche broke. He let himself cry in his younger brother's arms. He let himself be vulnerable with the one person who has never, purposely, broken his heart. Kim had made himself scarce, he'd thank him for that later. Now though? Now, he let go.
(Insp. by SongTaegguk)