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“HIA”
Porsche jumped from his seat as his little tornado of a brother stormed inside his office slamming the door in the process. Call it pure instincts, but his first reflex to his brother’s blood-curdling scream was reaching out for his gun, eliminating any possible danger on the spot.
“What happened Chay?”
The said boy just sat down on the couch by the window, hands crossed over his chest fuming figuratively and literally.
No, he wasn’t injured. No one followed him inside. It doesn’t exactly look like little Chay is in trouble.
“I’m done, I’M SO DONE.”
Porsche kneeled in front of his baby brother, slowly caressing his knees while doing so. “Chay, what happened..? What’s troubling you, tell me please.”
Porsche has yet to learn how a perfectly ordinary Friday morning turned out like this. Everything was usual in the Theerapanyakul mansion for once and suddenly it wasn’t.
“Everything is troubling me hia, if I had known things would turn out this way I would have never agreed to move in here,” Chay whined.
Now this was concerning.
If there was something known about Chay, it’s the fact that he never complains about being in the mansion even though it means his life being uprooted and transferred to a completely foreign place.
Chay adjusts well and gets along with everyone.
“Tell me Chay, what’s wrong? I’ll make sure everything is alright.”
Porsche was starting to sweat ok. No, he’s not a worrywart, he just hates trouble anywhere within 100 meters of his brother.
He expected a reason, a name preferably maybe? Not tears, definitely not tears.
“I’m so so tired hia, I hate him, I hate him, I HATE HIM.”
And the last straw broke. No one is allowed to make Chay cry, it’s a crime in Porsche’s language and also an unsaid rule established in the family by Tankhun himself.
Someone is gonna die.
“Name Chay, give me a name and hia will take care of the rest.”
And now Porsche was on his feet, face laced with the same anger that his brother walked in with.
“It’s Kim” Chay whined oblivious to the fact that he had just unconsciously signed someone’s death certificate. Specifically, he just signed up for his boyfriend’s demise.
Oh well….
{on the other side of the mansion, Tankhun’s quarter}
“Phi I’m dead, I’m so dead.” Kim was pacing around in his older brother’s room clearly distressed.
The thing is, Kimhant Theerapanyakul is not scared of anything in this world, not his brothers who rule the whole damn underworld, not his cousin who might as well be the devil’s reincarnation, not his father who died to Kim’s perfectly carved plan, absolutely nothing scares him.
Except for the Kittisawat brothers.
He has valid reasons okay.
Porchay, his sweet little angel is the love of his life. After almost losing him once, Kim has all the valid reasons to be scared if one day Chay decides to leave him. Porsche on the other hand is a different story.
On normal days, Kim has backup plans A and B.
Chay usually being his first line of defense protects him against Porsche whenever he is losing a fight. It’s Chay’s habit and a common occurrence for him to stand between his brother and his boyfriend.
Porsche is nothing if not obedient to his little brother.
No matter what, Chat gets the last say in everything, with very few exceptions. Porsche tends to ignore Chay if the matter concerns Chay himself, effectively using the elder brother's privilege.
That’s where Kim’s Plan B enters the scene. Kinn.
Now it’s not an exaggeration to say that Kinn has his boyfriend on a leash, quite literally. If Chay is ignored and Kim is on the verge of being shot or punched to death for his shenanigans, Kinn holds Porsche back.
The problem right now? Kim fucked up, made Chay mad and Kinn is out of town while his dear boyfriend Porsche is out for blood.
Tankhun loves his brothers a normal amount. Yes, he’ll shoot someone without a single thought for both of them. Yes, he WILL give up all his precious wardrobe collection, his pet fishes, and even his closest bodyguards for them.
No, he won’t go against the Kittisawat brothers for his brothers, thanks.
Let’s just say Porsche and Chay both gain that type of loyalty without even realizing it.
“What did you do to my baby Chay?” Khun asked his stone-faced youngest sibling who was now reduced to a pale, nervy mass of stress. “I’m dead, I fucked up. I’m dead, seriously.”
Kim remembers the look on his angel’s face, the sheer fury, and irritation as he warned Kim not to follow him as he stormed out of their almost shared room.
Chay went to Porsche.
A fuming Chay meant an equally if not more raged and murderous Porsche. The only difference is the fact that Chay lived up to his nickname and is the most precious literal sweetheart who can not hurt the people he loves even while he’s driven by his extreme emotions.
Porsche, in his whole airheaded glory at the end of the day, is the unofficial queen of the mafia world. He is unhinged and also pretty much tunnel-visioned when it comes to Chay.
“I-”
“KIM KIMHANT THEERAPANYAKUL”
Porsche’s voice boomed in the whole east wing of the mansion scaring all the recruits on detail as well as some older ones.
“Here he comes.” Tankhun smiled. He is so going to enjoy this drama, and because he is feeling extra generous today he video-called Kinn, just in case they need to stop a possible murder from happening.
Nothing serious.
Kinn, absolutely clueless and honestly concerned picked up the call but there was no one on the screen. The camera was angled towards the door of the room that belonged to his older brother.
Before he can speak, an enraged Porsche walked in, and a message popped up too. Shut up and enjoy the show for now.
The camera angle changed, now showing Porsche and Kim.
“You Kimhant Theerapanyakul have exactly 5 minutes to explain. Start. Talking.” Porsche seethed, tone laced with malice.
“Listen, it’s not my fault-”
“Yeah, go one, please do try and put this on my brother. Let’s see how that goes for you now shall we.”
Porsche was smiling, nothing about the smile was remotely good.
“I’m NOT blaming Chay, he just needs to hear me out. He walked out before I could explain.”
Porsche was close to snapping, vision clouded by the image of his baby Chat crying in frustration. “Explain”
He’s trying to be civil for the sake of his boyfriend and maybe also Chay who won’t like a dead boyfriend. A few broken bones won’t hurt anyone though.
“Okay, first of all, sit down. I can explain.”
Tankhun snickered at Kim’s attempt to calm a feral cat down. Arm and Pol who were stationed inside the room with him also sat down beside him. There won’t be any professional or rational act anytime soon anyways, might as well cozy up.
Kim wasn’t trying to sign up for a suicidal mission anytime soon. Yes, he loves pushing his so-called brother-in-law’s buttons but right now he would very much like to stay alive to do so again. Thank you very much.
Where was Chay by the way?
Well, Chay was still unheeding, rethinking life decisions in his brother’s office. Like the crisis-oriented child, he was.
How did he end up like this?
Is Kim finally bored of him?
Is this how this is gonna end?
Are they gonna fall off again?
No, he wasn’t ready to see the end of his relationship just yet, Kimhan is going to get his shit together before Chay does it for him. He won’t mind doing it, he is pissed.
Kim on the other side was still contemplating if he should call for Chay or Kinn or jump down the cliff alone and see how it goes. Porsche, with his nonexisting patience, decided it for him, before taking his seat he walked up to Kim punching him squarely on the jaw, and settled down beside Khun.
Khun, his elder brother, whistled watching him get punched. Just great.
“Now now let’s not get physical just yet, Porsche darling, your boyfriend wants to say a few words first,” Khun smirked. Of course, he knows Kim is in desperate need of Kinn, but he hasn’t done anything good lately to deserve any form of help, be a brat, and see where it takes you.
“Khun you bastard” the youngest Theerapanyakul roared.
“You really wanna act up right now Kimmy?” the oldest smiled looking pointedly towards Porsche.
Fuck Vegas, Tankhun is the real evil in the house, so so evil, Kim thought but knew better than to voice out his opinion. It is a bad day for Kim.
Who’s face did he see first thing in the morning? Oh yeah, his own, chay was up and out of the room before him, that makes perfect sense.
“I need Chay to be here, he misunderstood something, I swear on my favorite guitar I’m not bluffing”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll believe you swearing on a piece of hollow wood with few metallic strings attached.” Porsche retorted.
Kim sighed giving up. This is all his fucking fault and the worst of it all? He will lose his face once the truth comes out.
A new voice joined, “Don’t insult the holy guitar over an irrelevant, arrogant, ignorant, ungrateful piece of shit hia. It’s not worth it.” Chay entered the room, glaring at Kim as he walked towards his brother and took a seat.
“Chay! Are you okay now?” Porsche started fussing over his brother completely ignoring the heartbreaking terrible asshole. Good thing he is a bit calmer now after talking to Kinn and Chay is here too.
Kim just got his lifeline extended.
“One word Chay, tell me and you won’t ever hear his name in the mansion.”
Or maybe not, he is dying.
“What did this brat do to you little Chay?” Khun asked.
So worried about his own blood brother, thanks Khun. Kim wanted to say but that would mean wiggling around in a pit of quicksand.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET MY CHAY SPEAK”
“KHUN SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK.” Kim is at the end of his wits and his brother is not helping. At. All.
“HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME, INSIDE MY ROOM. DON’T LISTEN TO HIM LITTLE CHAY HE IS AN ASSHOLE.” Khun pulled Chay in for a hug who gladly accepted the embrace.
“It’s okay phi, ignore this disrespectful person,” Chay mumbled, not sparing a glance at his boyfriend who now looked like an abandoned pup kicked by his owner.
“Chay please, angel I didn’t lose your pen. I promise.”
“PEN?” this time it was Pol.
…..
In his defense, Arm and Pol have been watching the whole drama unfold silently so far, and if things go south then they’ll have an extra sleepless night over at least three movie marathons.
“I’m sorry Khun Kim” he bowed, taking note of the superficial daggers that were being thrown at him.
“It’s not just any pen P’Pol, I customized the wooden cover and carved them personally for him” Chay stated sadly.
“Not once or twice, I GAVE HIM 7 PENS” and Chay got worked up again.
“YOU DID WHAT” Khun who was enjoying the drama so far was now furious too, great. Just great.
Where is Kinn when you need him?
Upset Kittisawat brothers meant a dead silent mansion with everyone tiptoeing around but upset Khun meant the whole mansion crying along with him.
When he gets mad, he makes it everyone’s problem.
It blows up to the point Pete is called in for damage control, which also leads to a grumpy Vegas following along snapping at anyone who even dares to breathe in his direction.
“You lost 7…… 7 of little Chay’s precious carved gifts that he made himself.”
“One reason Kimhant, one reason why you should leave this room breathing and intact.”
Porsche who was silent till now was seething again, customized gifts are Chay’s way of loving, growing up they didn’t have much so Chay customized everything to make it special, personal. Now that they lived in a mansion full of people who had enough bank balance to buy lives, Chay’s customizing techniques became a way to show his effort.
Kimhan disrespected Chay’s love…. The audacity.
“He doesn’t love me anymore hia, it’s okay.” it would have given an expression that Chay is sad but Kim knew better than to mistake his anger for sadness.
Moments like this are exact reminders of who exactly raised Chay.
“Chay please listen to me, I didn’t lose any of those pens.”
“THE WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY AND WHY DO YOU STILL FIGHT ME FOR PEN EVERY DAMN SINGLE DAY.”
{ flashback }
“P’Kim I got this for you look.”
Kim smiled as his boyfriend practically hopped towards him buzzing with excitement.
Chay loves giving gifts.
The pen was a piece of polished wood with "ɯıʞ • Kim" carved on one side and “chay” on the other.
They’ve been writing songs together lately, this was a perfect gift.
—
“Kim! Here you go. This one is the last okay. Please keep it with you 24/7.”
—
“Kim!!!! Why do you always have to fight me for my pen, where is yours?”
{flashback ends}
“Now that I think about it, you never even used the pick I gave you…”
Chay’s voice went small at the sudden revelation, two seconds away from flooding the room with tears and hence putting the final stamp on Kim’s death certificate.
“Do you even love my brother Kim?”
“I DO”
Kim snapped reaching his final limits, no he won’t take anyone questioning his love for Chay. anything but that.
“I love Chay more than any other being breathing on the face earth.”
“How would you explain my brother barging into my room and bursting into tears huh.”
“I HAVE EVERY SINGLE THING CHAY GAVE ME AS A PRESENT.”
“THIS MEANS YOU ARE EMBARRASSED TO USE THE THINGS I GAVE YOU.”
“HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY EVEN THINK THAT PORCHAY.”
…..
No one in this mansion calls him Porchay anymore. Especially not Kim, never Kim.
“It’s okay, let’s stop.”
“Angel please listen to me yah, everything you gave me is damn precious to me okay. I’ll never misplace or lose them.”
Kim was on the thin edge, Chay wasn’t even listening, and no one in this room would bat an eye even if he does literal murder here, they’ll see it as him throwing tantrums, yeah welcome to the household. Kim just wants to curl up in bed with Chay and delete today’s file.
Forget all this is even happening.
“You know what little brother, I think I know exactly where the gifts went,” Khun smirked again, oh he definitely knows what’s happening.
“No.I.Won’t.”
Kim can already see that’ll happen once the truth comes out, no he won’t tell anyone.
“OH C’MON BITCH STOP THE DRAMA”
Khun was loving the show and all but he can’t see his darling little Chay hurt anymore, his emotionally constipated brother will end up somewhere worst next time this happens.
“It’s okay phi, I think I’m okay. Hia can I stay away for a while, I need time.”
“C’mon Chay don’t be like this.”
“It’s okay Chay, I’ll get someone to clean our parent’s house.”
“Porsche stop it.”
“Thankyou hia, I love you okay.”
“Are you guys not even listening now?”
“Wanna stay with me today Chay? Kinn is not home anyways.”
“OKAY FINE. I HAVE THOSE THINGS WITH ME AND I STILL WON’T USE THEM.”
“.......wrong move baby brother.” both Arm and Pol nodded their head in agreement.
“Let’s go hia.” Chay dragged Porsche out with him leaving a frozen Kim behind.
“NO CHAY LISTEN I DON’T MEAN IT THAT WAY-”
Khun sighed dramatically before moving towards Kim, looping an arm around his shoulder he spoke, “You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, didn’t you.”
Kim was rethinking his whole life existence.
Yes, he knows he is bad at communication but how the hell is it even possible for him to be THIS bad at conveying his message???
There’s something really wrong with his system, he wants a refund at this point.
“You know damn well I don’t want to hurt Chay this way.”
“Yes, you don’t but Chay is sensitive and has a deaf hellhound of an older brother who knows only protection and nothing else.” Khun reasoned for the first time without an ounce of mockery.
This was a known fact, Porsche fails to listen to anything after the word ‘Chay’.
“Get Kinn a ticket for the first flight back, I don’t care.” Kim stormed out of the room too.
He needs to talk to Chay and there’s no freaking way Porsche will allow that anytime soon.
“....... Yes Khun Kim” Arm thinks he deserves a raise.
—
About 3 hours later, Kinn arrived back in the mansion with a headache. He hasn’t slept in 22 hours, had to cut short the business deal, will probably have to arrange another one, has to deal with an angry Porsche courtesy of his own brother and he just wants to sleep.
He found Porsche along with Chay curled up in his bed under the heeps of blankets sleeping soundly.
Of course, the brothers are sleeping after burning down the mansion.
He took his time taking a much-needed shower and changed to his comfy clothes, he needed all the pampering he can get before starting the damn court hearing. Why is he dealing with this again??
Oh yeah, he decided it was a good idea to be the levelheaded one in the household, now he is reconsidering things.
What if he gets amnesia magically?
Anyways he woke the brothers up, calling a family meeting in 15 minutes, and sure enough, 15 minutes later everyone was in the meeting room, some for justice some for drama.
“No one is allowed to speak until told to do so. No one. ”
Kinn emphasized pointedly towards Porsche who was ready to punch again. Porsche for once, did shut up and sat with his hands crossed settling down to glare at Kim.
If only looks could kill….
“chay, speak.”
“It was about 3 months ago, we were in my room writing for fun when we started fighting over a pen, I thought it would be a great idea to get Kim his personalized pen.”
“3 days later, he went to his condo to get a few things, worked for the whole day and when we met again we fought for a pen, I just thought he misplaced it somewhere because I remember specifically telling him to keep the pen with him 24/7”
“I got him a new one again, a customized one.”
“And again and again and again.”
“7 pens phi, 7”
“It’s not a joke anymore.”
“Kim, your story?” Kinn had an idea where this is going, the youngest Theerapanyakul can be dense on certain occasions. This was one of them.
“Yesh Kim, speak.”
“Porsche don’t. ”
“I …… I do have all those pens with me ok.”
“I just don’t want to use them.”
“Yeah, you made it crystal clear P’Kim” Chay was rolling his eyes at his boyfriend. He’ll see if he stays boyfriend or not.
“It’s not what you think angel. I just….”
“For god’s sake, Kim just spit it out.” Kinn snarled.
“I JUST DON’T WANT TO WASTE THEM OKAY.”
………
“I’m sorry Chay I don’t know where I went wrong while raising him. I honestly tried my best see, Kinn is not that bad.” Khun dramatically sighed face-palming.
“Excuse me, Kinn is way better than that little brat.” Porsche intervened.
Kim was about to retaliate but Kinn spoke before him, “Start speaking, I want the real reason out.”
There’s no other way around.
“I don’t want to use the pens or anything Chay gives me cause I want to make sure it’s not broken or harmed in any way.”
“I want to keep them safe… and they’re all in my locked.”
There, he said it.
“Are you an idiot or are you an idiot?”
No, it was a genuine question from Porsche’s side ok. Because he has been and seen his fair share of idiocy but Kim somehow managed to top the list on the first try.
“Elaborate Kim” Kinn wasn’t having anything, he needed an out.
“Chay is not the one to do things for the fun of it, he loves giving gifts because that’s his way of loving someone.”
“I don’t want to use those things and accidentally lose them or wear them off.”
Kimhan is whipped.
Oh well, understandable. Anyone who gets a taste gets addicted to Chay’s love.
“You seriously mean it?” Chay asked in a small voice. It’s not his fault ok, you call it a bad experience, Chay calls it literal trauma. He won’t like to be haunted again anytime soon. Thanks.
“I’m serious angel. How can you even come up with this outrageous thought that I’m ashamed of your gifts? They mean the world to me.”
One thing still wasn’t resolved though.
Kim cherished the gifts, but it didn’t still didn’t explain his recent actions and a new question arises.
“7 pens, you could have told Chay the second time you got a new pen. What exactly were you waiting for?”
Porsche for once wasn’t trying to unalive Kim…..
“Noooooo” Kim whined.
…….
THE Kimhant Theerapanyakul whined. On any other day when the family doesn’t have a heartbroken fluffball to console, this would have been absolutely hilarious.
But Chay was important.
If Arm secretly got an order to save the footage from CCTV, that would be an argument for the other time.
“Kim baby….” Khun started, his brooding bitch of a brother finally whined, he’ll take this one to Kim’s grave.
“Khun shut up” Kim sicily replied.
“P’Kim do you like playing with my feelings? Be serious.”
Apparently coming up with the worst-case scenario and jumping to the wrong conclusion was a family trait, Chay was more reasonable most of the time but at the end of the day Porsche’s child.
“Chay seriously why would I would that?” Now Kim was getting annoyed.
How long has this been going for? Yeah, he was the root cause but this was just too far.
“You’ve been playing for months Kim, MONTHS” Chay wasn’t fooling around either.
“Idon’twantyoutostopgivingthosepens.”
……
“Kinn I knew your brother was always the odd one but I never thought he’ll stop making sense so soon and quite seriously I may point out. Quick question Chay, seriously, him?”
“Porsche……. You know what, I agree. Chay leave his sorry ass. I’m not vouching for him anymore.” Kinn disclaimed.
“Everyone is free to leave, Kim is a lost cause we can’t leave.”
“I JUST DON’T WANT CHAY TO STOP GIVING ME THOSE PENS. THE SECOND TIME I THOUGHT I’D TELL HIM I ALREADY HAVE THE PEN BUT I COULDN’T POSSIBLY SAY NO TO ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE CUTE LITTLE THINGS.”
Huff, Kim was panting.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it? Khun mused.
Chay sat frozen, irritated? Guilty? Done? Yeah done. Done with his almost-going-to-be ex who was safe in his boyfriend’s position for now.
“Kimhant Theeryapanyakul” Chay started, everyone held their breath as the next words of the younger Kittisawat would decide whether the mansion was allowed to rest or not.
No one will admit it, but Chay was indeed the most powerful person in the room at any moment of the day. At times Kim, Khun, Kinn, Porsche, and even Vegas couldn’t go against Chay’s final words.
“You are going to sleep with your brother for a whole month.”
“I’ll sleep with hia.”
“CHAY WHY”
No, it wasn’t Kim this time who whined this time, it was Kinn. What did he do to not only get separated from his heart but also be sentenced to a month of prison with his own brother?
“Chay, we can sit and talk about this. You don’t have to do this.” Porsche interjected; he loves his brother to death, but he would very much like to go back to Kinn’s embrace at the end of the day.
A week maybe is bearable but a whole month. No.
“Damn little Chay, why is the whole household being punished?” Tankhun was so up for it.
A Kim away from Chay is already a toddler throwing tantrums, plus Kinn and Porsche separated for a whole month. It’s a whole damn slow-burn 300k dark humor fic of its own.
“Chay if not me least think about your own brother huh, why do you wanna take his boyfriend away.”
Kim wasn’t sure anymore. What even is happening, Kinn will surely murder him in his sleep for this mess.
“Hia….”
“And that’s a game over,” Khun murmured.
“It’s okay Chay, I’ll be with you ok. Don’t worry, Kim and Kinn will manage together too.” Porsche declared from everyone’s side. Mind you, no consent was involved.
“But-”
“Shut it Kinn”
{8 days later}
“Chay, can we at least complete the song we were working on?“
“It’s okay P’Kim, you can come to my room today.”
“Ok angel, I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Okieeeee.”
“I’m gonna say it again though, I’m sorry angel.”
“It’s okay phi, I’m not that mad anymore.”
—
“Angel, can I come in?”
“Where did we leave it the last time?”
“The chorus is done, we need to work on the second verse.”
“Ok ummmm…”
“What is it P’Kim?”
“Angel…”
“I…. don’t have a pen with me…”
.
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.
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“KIMHANT THEERAPANYAKUL YOU ARE DEAD TO ME.”