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« Porsche ? »
The room stays silence as the response to his question never comes.
« Porsche wake up » Kinn shakes the small mount, depicting Porsche’s body, that is hidden behind the heavy blanket on their shared bed with his rough hands.
« mmmh » says a hoarse voice, coming out from underneath the blanket. The voice doesn’t even ressemble Porsche’s, it’s too deep, too nasal and too rough.
« You need to wake up, babe. You need to get ready right now! We have an important meeting tod- » Kinn stops in his tracks when a bout of coughing interrupts him. Kinn’s brows are now lowered into a frown on his face as he tries to take the blanket off of Porsche’s body. Porsche grabs the blanket into his hands and pulls hard, stopping Kinn from taking the blanket off of his body.
« Mmmh no » groan the mount of blanket that hasn’t moved on the bed. « Blanket for me » Porsche moans pitifully as he wraps the heavy blanket tighter around his aching body.
« Are you sick? » asks Kinn with a gentle voice. Then he mentally slaps himself after hearing Porsche cough harshly, it’s obvious that his Porsche is sick. Kinn gets up from the bed, goes into the bathroom to get a bowl of water with a clean cloth and comes back into his bedroom.
« Khun Kinn » says Big through the door as he pounds on the wooden door.
« Make it stop Kinn » begs Porsche from underneath the blanket.
« You’ll be late to your meeting » Big yells through the door, not daring to enter the room since Kinn didn’t give him explicit permission to do so.
« please Kinn » Porsche snorts heavily, squeezing Kinn’s heart in his chest painfully.
« I’ll make it stop, don’t worry » promises Kinn. « Tell them that I’m not coming » Kinn screams in order for Big to hear him clearly.
« Don’t yell » Porsche’s voice is small and nasal when he says that last sentence, and Kinn’s heart breaks in millions of little pieces.
« But Khun-» Big’s voice sounds constricted in his throat, almost like he is shocked by Kinn’s words. After all, Big has been working for the family for the past 8 years and he has never seen Kinn miss a meeting.
Kinn puts the bowl of water on their nightstand before pressing a kiss on top of the blanket, where he assumes Porsche’s head is before whispering softly.
« I’ll be right back, I promise »
He gets up once again, pets Porsche’s leg through the heavy comforter and goes to the door, opens it quickly and is met by Big and Ken.
« I’m taking care of a much more important business right now » Kinn whispers, too afraid to hurt Porsche by talking too loudly.
« But- » tries to say Ken, only stopping when Kinn raises a finger into the air. Ken’s mouth hangs out like a fish’s mouth out of water.
« No buts, clear my schedule for the day. And don’t let anyone disturb me » Kinn closes the door as quietly as he can and goes back to Porsche’s side. Or at least to the mount underneath of the blanket that still hasn’t moved at all for the past ten minutes.
« Porsche? Babe? Are you ok? » Kinn grabs the hem of the blanket in order to slowly pull it down, revealing Porsche’s sleepy face. He takes a deep breath as he watches the other man with fond eyes.
Porsche’s cheeks are red, his face is slightly puffy from sleep, sweat rolls down his forehead as he tries to open his eyes. Porsche only manages to open one eye, the white of his eye is tainted red. Kinn’s heart sinks into his stomach when he sees Porsche’s state, he sighs softly after examining Porsche’s rough face.
« Are you ok? » Kinn asks, while obviously knowing the answer to that question. Porsche closes the only eye that he had opened, scrunching his face up as he coughs once again.
Kinn puts his hand on top of Porsche’s forehead. The younger man is burning. He grabs the cloth, immerses it into the cold water before swiping the sweat away from Porsche’s forehead. The latter shivers as Kinn does so.
« Shhh, you’re ok, you’re ok. I’m here for you baby » Kinn plants a kiss on top of Porsche’s burning forehead. « I’ll call the doctor » Kinn tries to get up from the bed, stopping in his tracks when Porsche grabs his wrist.
« Don’t leave me » says Porsche with a small voice that sends knives into Kinn’s already aching heart. « Please » he adds even softer.
Kinn is a weak man, he can’t resist Porsche when the latter looks this vulnerable, stuck on the huge bed, underneath the warm blanket, with his nose and eyes red.
« What do you want babe? » Kinn asks as he sits right back, he brushes his fingers into Porsche’s sweaty hair, pushing it away from his forehead. « I can’t give you what you need if you don’t communicate with me. I know it’s hard for you right now to speak but you have to be brave for me, sweetheart »
« Music » Porsche coughs out, he grabs the tissu from the tissu box that Kinn is now holding for him and blows his nose.
« You want me to put on music? » Kinn asks, dumbfounded as he puts the tissu box right back on the bedside table. Porsche shakes his head from side to side at the best of his abilities before groaning from the pain.
Kinn can’t help but feel his heart squeeze once again as he sees the state that Porsche is in.
« Chay » Porsche replies in a groan. « Chay »
« You want Chay? » Kinn asks, he straightens himself up. Porsche shakes his head once again as he grabs Kinn’s wrist once again.
« I don’t understand baby » Kinn is now confused as he continues to pet Porsche’s hair with his fingers, grazing his nails into Porsche’s scalp pleasantly, earning him a deep satisfying sound from Porsche.
« When I sick, Chay plays music » Porsche lets out only words since he doesn’t have the energy anymore to pronounce full sentences. Porsche lets out a gravely sigh as he tries his best to not cough once again.
« Oh, well Chay is at school, sweetheart, but I have an idea that you might like » Kinn kisses Porsche’s overheated left cheek before getting up from the bed once again, after almost fighting with Porsche since the latter didn’t want to let go of his wrist. He takes his phone, that was put on the desk the night before, sends a quick text to the doctor before going towards his closet. He opens the huge doors of the closet widely with both hands and rummages around.
« I know that it’s there somewhere » Kinn snorts out. « Where is it? » Kinn isn’t a patient man, he can already feel annoyance burn into his veins as he continues to look for the desired object. He was on the verge of giving up when he opened the last drawer of his closet.
« Ah! There it is » Kinn declares as he looks at the dusty black leather case, he rubs the palm of his hand on it, trying his best to take off as much dust as he can. He doesn’t want Porsche to sneeze even more than he already is. Oh how he wishes that Porsche would be back to his normal self. He hates when people get sick around him, especially people that he loves more than anything in his entire life.
Every time someone gets sick, it reminds him of the time that his mother got sick. A shiver runs down his spine as he imagines Porsche in the same state as his mother was, all weak and skinny with greenish skin and veiny hands.
He sees images of Porsche being buried into a black casket as Porchay screams at the top of his lungs. He gulps down the lump that installed itself in his throat and shakes that horrible image out of his head.
He takes a deep breath before grabbing the black leather case into his hands and bringing it back to their bedroom.
« Long time no see, old friend » Kinn puts the case on the ground, right next to the bed. « Ok, ok » he repeats as he takes the violin out of the leather case and turns towards Porsche. He pinches the chords with his fingers first, in order to see if the instrument is out of tune or not.
Which it is not, thankfully, or else Porsche would beg him to stop as soon as he starts to play.
Speaking of Porsche, Kinn turns his attention towards the man that is still lying on the bed and his heart swells when he sees that Porsche had wrapped the blanket around his head. Now his entire body is hidden from the world, only his face peaks out of the said blanket. His red cheeks are glowing from the natural light emanating from the huge windows, his hair sticks out of the blanket in the cutest way humanly possible.
And Kinn has never wanted to kiss the other man more than at that very moment. Porsche opens his eye right back, almost like he had just heard Kinn’s last thought and looks at Kinn with amusement when he realizes what is now perched on Kinn’s shoulder.
« I’m a little rusted, so don’t judge me ok? » Kinn knows damn well that Porsche would never judge him, especially not because of one of his hobby.
He grabs the handle of the violin and gently grazes it against the chord. He can physically see Porsche’s body relax underneath the blanket as soon as the first note of music echoes in the room. Kinn plays Salut d’Amour, Op. 12 by Edward Elgar, knowing that it reflects his feelings for Porsche, even though the latter probably doesn’t know anything about this song.
Porsche sighs and closes his eyes right back, the tension that was once on his face seems to seep out at every single note of Kinn’s violin.
Kinn plays the instrument with all his heart, putting all the love that he has for Porsche into the piece that he is now playing. His muscles have their own memories, and thanks to this special memory, he is able to play that piece with ease.
It was one of Kinn’s mom’s favorite piece of art. She used to play the piano while he played the violin right next to her. Kinn smiles as he remembers these cherished childhood memories.
A tear escapes from Porsche’s tired eye, rolling down his cheek, landing on the blanket that is now surrounding his entire body as Kinn moves his fingers on the chords one last time.
Kinn puts the violin right into its case with a smile, oh how he had missed playing the violin.
« You liked it? » Kinn murmurs while wiping the tear away from Porsche’s cheek. The latter nods softly. And at that very moment, Kinn knew that he’d give the world to that man on a silver platter, as long as he gets to see the love that is sparkling into Porsche’s eyes once again.
« Can you continue? » Porsche whispers with an adorable pout.
« Of course, anything for you my love » Kinn replies before placing the violin right on his shoulder.