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Pete
As Porsche’s best friend, Pete has rights reserved exclusively for him.
For example, when Porsche kissed their boss that one night after an outing to the bar, he was the first to know. Not that it was much of a shocker. Anyone with eyes and a nose could tell they were attracted to each other.
So you could say that when news started circulating throughout the compound that Kinn had taken Porsche as his mate and they spent a whole two and half days together, Pete didn’t even bat an eye. In his opinion, it was only a matter of time.
Now, the Omega was happy for his best friend. He was aware of how turbulent and complicated Porsche’s life before joining the mafia was and he wished his fellow Omega all the happiness in the world with his new mate.
But he couldn’t really find it in himself to be all that thrilled about walking in on these newly-minted mates as Kinn–who is his boss, for fuck’s sake–was balls deep in his roommate.
Pete has seen a lot of things in his lifetime, as expected from a head bodyguard to the most formidable mafia clans in the country, and he has accepted most of it. But this was way above his pay grade.
The worst part is they didn’t even notice him.
The couple simply continued with their mission of traumatizing every servant and bodyguard within a ten-meter radius of the room with all the animalistic noises and violent wall-banging.
So, like any good best friend and employee, Pete simply closed the door and walked away. He hopes they’ll at least air out the room once they’re finished because although he was only there for a few short seconds and didn’t even step past the door, he was still almost knocked to his knees at the overwhelming smell of sex and their joint scents.
Shaking his head as he stepped away, Pete nodded in sympathy at the bodyguards nearby, who were all trying so hard to remain stoic but he could tell that they want nothing more than to run away from… whatever weird mating ritual was taking place.
Maybe he should’ve taken Vegas’ offer to move to the minor family’s house when he had the chance.
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Arm
Although Arm wasn’t Porsche’s ultimate best friend like Pete, they were still very close. There was a bond between them, along with Pol and Pete that could only be formed from having to endure Tankhun’s crazy drama marathons together.
But more than that, Arm could tell Porsche was a good person. Someone with a big heart and a sweet soul; he’s a perceptive person–has always been, even before entering the mafia–so he could tell. And he could also see that when the Omega cares for someone, he’ll go out of his way for them.
This was proven true when Porsche had singlehandedly convinced Tankhun to leave the compound. This in itself was no easy feat, but the Omega wasn’t someone to shy away from a challenge. And by that point, it was obvious to Arm that Porsche had done so, not just to escape the compound, but because he genuinely wants to help Tankhun see that the world isn’t so bad.
The Omega had seen the older Theerapanyakun struggle with the trauma from his past and had tried his best to help fight his demons by bringing him out of his shell. Only in picking the right location that guaranteed his safety then plying the Omega with alcohol could’ve done the trick; none of them would’ve had the guts to do such a thing but Porsche was anything but conventional.
And it’s only thanks to his unorthodox method that allowed Tankhun to feel more comfortable in his skin and secure enough to seek out fun in places beyond a television set.
For that alone, Arm would always be thankful to Porsche. The man had done a huge favor to the Theerapanyakuns without even realizing it. His fellow bodyguard is slowly entrancing every member of the family, and it seems like he hasn’t a clue.
In fact, it was that first night at the bar when Khun Kinn had shown up to crash their outing, that Arm started to notice it.
The Head Alpha had been astonished to see his older Omega brother outside the boundaries of their pack house and next to his new recruit.
And when Tankhun had explained that Porsche promised him a fun time while also swearing that nothing will happen to him, the Alpha bodyguard had carefully watched the other Alpha’s face shift from shock to fascination, all directed at Porsche.
For the rest of the evening, Arm watched Kinn stick close to Porsche, dancing, and drinking without care. What a sight they were!
When they had disappeared toward the end to god’s knows where probably thinking that no one was sober enough to catch them, Arm simply chuckled into his cup of alcohol and turn a blind eye.
Whatever it was will be known in due time. For now, he was content to just watch it all unfold.
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Pol
Pol had decided to take time off to visit his family. His sister had her baby recently and he was exhilarated to become an uncle.
So he spent a wonderful week with his new nephew, sister and parents before returning to the nightmare that is his work life. That’s a bit of an exaggeration; the Beta bodyguard knew that compared to his colleagues, his workload of caring for the eldest Theerapanyakun son was the lightest. He didn’t have to be in the range of fire every day and he thanks his ancestors for it.
However, that didn’t mean he was exempted from training. Like the rest of the bodyguard retinues, he was required to do his hours at the gym and training grounds. Because although he wasn’t an active member on the field, he is still sometimes loaned for missions and he couldn’t be out of shape, lest he becomes a liability.
And that’s where he is now. At the gym, attacking a punching bag with well-placed kicks and jabs. Most people tend to underestimate him because he was a little on the dumb side, but the truth is, Pol has immensely powerful hits. According to Porsche, that was his biggest advantage and all he needed to do was train it along with coordination.
If he could sharpen both, Pol would undoubtedly make a very worthy adversary for anyone he goes up against.
The Beta had decided to take his friend’s advice. After all, Porsche himself was a very skilled fighter who, despite being his sub-gender, could dismantle an opponent twice his size with minimal effort. Honestly, it was an honor to watch the man in action sometimes. He could see why he was fit to be Khun Kinn’s main guard.
Speaking of the two of them, since Pol’s return to the compound, he’s been hearing some heated rumors. Gossips about how they’ve finally decided to mate had reached his ears the very moment he crossed the threshold and Pol will be entirely frank here, he was flabbergasted.
While he could tell that there was something between them, he had yet to figure out what the weird tension was. At first, he thought that it was just animosity–two people (more like forces of nature) with different principles and personalities were bound to butt heads. It was a given. But all that time, fighting and going for one another’s throats, it was out of attraction? Pol didn't buy it.
He had meant to bring it up with Porsche, maybe even offer to help him clear the air, but he had hardly seen the Omega around since his return.
But no worries, his friend had promised to show up today and help him practice.
The four of them, being himself, Arm, Pete, and Porsche had made a point to meet up once a week to train together as they are usually sent out to missions as a group or in pairs. So it was practical for them to strengthen their synchronization and capacity together.
Porsche was the last to arrive and when he did, Pol could barely hold back the shocked gasp. The Omega’s neck was covered with so many marks!
What had happened?!
Has someone attacked one of his best friends?
Whoever it was better be prepared because the Beta will not hesitate to throw hands! He’ll even rope the rest of their inner circle into helping him exact revenge for their youngest Omega if he has to.
“Porsche!” The older exclaimed, rushing to his friend’s side to fuss over the ‘injuries’. “Are you alright? What happened to your neck?”
Oddly enough, the young Omega had blushed bright red and started fidgeting, pulling at the collar of his loose tank top and making poor attempts to conceal the marks.
“Come on, Pol. Do you seriously not know?” Pete stares at him, questioningly and in disbelief.
“Know what?” The only Beta was so confused. What do they know that he doesn’t?
“Well, when two people love each other, they do this thing where they sleep togeth-”
“Arm,” their youngest whined, completely embarrassed. What a humiliating situation! He’ll be taking it up with Kinn later for being a possessive bastard and mauling him like this.
“Wait- what are you- hang on, are you saying… Porsche is sleeping with someone? S-so the rumors are true?!” There was no damn way this was happening! The rumor mill in the building was huge and it’s typically how every member of the household gets the news, but you can only trust the system so much. And this was the one time Pol decided not to, which he now learns was a massive mistake on his part.
“Oh, so you did hear about it. Bro, it was so obvious.”
“I didn’t want to jump to conclusions! You know the rumors could just be useless fake news! I planned to ask Porsche personally.”
“That’s fair. At least you learned the easy way,” Pete remarks bitterly, side-eyeing his best friend who was mildly confused for receiving such a look.
“What does that mean?”
“You found out through the rumor mill. I found out by walking in on them going at it like animals in our shared dorm.” The way the middle Omega in the group had deadpanned his statement had them involuntarily choking on air.
“Pete?” Porsche shrieked extremely loudly, drawing the attention of other trainees in the area.
Pol, horrified and slightly pained due to the image his brain decided to conjure up, could only whisper, “I would have expired on the spot if I found out that way.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m still traumatized. So is everyone who was there that day in the bodyguard’s dormitory,” then turning to Porsche, he continues, “That’s why some of them refused to look you and Khun Kinn in the eye for three weeks.”
If it was possible, Porsche had blushed even redder. “No,” he whined again. But their youngest Omega had looked so cute when flushed and pouting in embarrassment. So like the good older brothers they were, they kept teasing him until he started giggling.
Although this wasn’t the clarification he was expecting, Pol was glad his friend found someone. Porsche was a precious buddy to him, and he knows the other three feel the same toward the young Omega. He was just a hyperactive adorable ball of fluff that they all wish to protect.
And protect they will. Because boss or no, if Khun Kinn hurts their little brother, it’ll be raining hell.
—
Big (and Ken)
He doesn’t like Porsche. When the Omega first came to the compound, Big had immediately disliked him. He thought the male was loud, unruly, and troublesome. For the life of him, Big just couldn’t figure out why Khun Kinn had insisted on hiring such a boisterous, unserious person as Porsche to become his head bodyguard.
So like any person who hates someone, he tag-teamed with Ken and made Porsche’s life a living hell. It was small things, micro-actions that could fly under the radar like antagonizing him, subtle but ruthless pranks, or simply something juvenile like tripping him.
Call him heartless but those little things made his day. That was until they came back to bite him in the ass.
It was training day for him, Ken, and by pure coincidence, Porsche.
“Omega,” he had called for him. Big knew Porsche hates it when someone refers to him as his sub-gender, and that’s why he does it.
He watched in sick delight as the other man bristled at the blatant disrespect but still ventured over anyway. “What the hell do you want?”
“Care for a one-on-one?” Big could almost hear the shark’s grin on Ken’s face. The chance to do some serious damage to the man they detest was a golden opportunity they couldn’t pass up.
And even though it has become common knowledge that Porsche is actually very capable and lethal in combat, Big was sure that he was better. After all, he’s been a trained bodyguard for far longer than the other had been, and also unlike him, he was serious about his job. There was no way some street rat could defeat him!
The beginning of their match was mild but as the adrenaline kicked in, Big found himself unable to hold back.
He threw hit after hit, kicks after kicks, pouring all the hate and frustration into the attacks. These past few days of hearing how the man had wormed his way into Khun Kinn’s bed acted as petroleum to the already open fire that is Big’s vitriol for Porsche.
But what’s worse is that somehow, it still feels like the Omega was pulling his punches. His Alpha pride couldn’t handle the thought of someone so inferior purposely weakening himself just to match what was close to his full strength.
So without thinking, he had roared at the Omega with a hint of Alpha command laced in, “Fight as you mean it, weak-ass!”
A silence like death settled the training ground. Everyone stared wide-eyed at his use of the Alpha voice on not just anyone, but the Head Alpha’s mate.
Before anything could happen, a voice like thunder rumbled through the area, “What the fuck did you just say?”
Something in Big faltered entirely at the sound. A fear that he hasn’t felt since the first time he stared down the barrel of a gun floods him. Turning to the owner of the voice, Big gulped when he saw Khun Kinn standing at the entrance.
The Alpha’s posture was rigid and tense, like a tightly coiled viper ready to strike any second. And his eyes… fuck, his eyes were blood-red and so terrifying Big almost quivered in fear.
The scent of green pine and sea drenched the space and was so visceral in his rage that every occupant could almost taste it. The newer trainees shifted uneasily in place and for the senior bodyguards, it was only years of practice that prevented them from doing the same.
Interestingly enough, only Porsche seemed to relax, likely feeling comforted after getting a whiff of his mate’s scent.
“I repeat, what the fuck did you just say to my Omega, Big?” Lost in his dread, Big hadn’t noticed that Kinn had gotten closer. But now he was right outside the ring barrier, staring him down with his deadly eyes.
He only looked away when Porsche approached him and purred to calm him down while rubbing his head against Kinn’s neck and scent gland. The Head Alpha simply kissed his mate on the neck before turning to the man who dared to offend Porsche.
“Well?” His patience was visibly thinning and Big could almost piss himself.
“Alpha,” a croon came but Kinn’s attention didn’t divert a second time. “Let it go, please?”
“Porsche,” the man exclaimed, astounded at his mate’s words. Even Big was in disbelief.
“Let me finish this fight.” The shock doubles, for everyone.
“There is no fucking way I am letting you anywhere near that fucker, my love. Don’t even think about it!”
“Kinn, I am still your head bodyguard! If you keep intervening like this, how will they show me any respect? I will finish this fight, with or without your permission!”
For the first time since they met, Big felt a sense of respect for the Omega. Very few people, close to none actually, ever dared to defy Kinn, much less do so while looking him right in the eye. But then again, Porsche was a special case. He was Kinn’s mate and soon enough, also their Head Omega so, of course, he would hold unparalleled power.
Stunned for what is probably the third time in five minutes, Big watched Kinn back off. He could tell the Alpha had done so with great hesitation but nonetheless, he is choosing to acknowledge his mate’s wishes.
Big barely had a moment of reprieve before Porsche launched himself at him. This time, he wasn’t pulling punches. This was full-on, war-mode Porsche and he was out for blood for Big’s earlier insult.
For the next about ten minutes, the Omega showed everyone watching why Khun Kinn and Khun Korn had personally selected him as the Head Alpha’s primary guard.
By the end of it, the defeated Alpha could only lay on the ground, surrounded by the filth of his own blood and sweat. His best friend had rushed to his side the second the almost-feral Omega had stepped foot off the ring. Both of them were now terrified of the head bodyguard for his casual display of strength and skills.
And as the couple strolls off, Kinn practically glowing with pride as he wraps an arm around his Omega’s waist, everyone caught the lesson: you don’t mess with Khun Kinn’s mate. No, not Khun Kinn’s mate. But the Head Omega.
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Chan
Chan was one of the top senior bodyguards of the household. Decades of experience, hardships, and tribulation shaped the man into the fearsome chief of security everyone knows today.
He was there throughout Korn’s entire rise to power and reign. The man has witnessed a fair share of things in his lifetime and even had the pleasure of watching his boss’ three children grow up. They may not have been his biologically, but a part of him always saw them as his own to care for and protect.
The Alpha doesn’t have a favorite among the Theerapanyakun heirs but if he was ever held at gunpoint and forced to confess, he would say it’s Kinn. He has a soft spot for all of them but Kinn was calm and level-headed. Although you could argue that Kim is the same, Kinn is just different.
Maybe he does have a favorite after all.
When he heard Kinn had found a mate, he was ecstatic. The boy had lost his mother at a young age then underwent a horrid relationship with his first love who betrayed him and endangered the family, it had saddened the older Alpha to see the little boy he once helped out of a tree harden into a stone-cold, almost desolate person.
But that all changed when a certain rowdy, rule-breaking Omega entered the picture. Chan had reservations about Porsche at first. Like everyone else at the start of the Omega’s employment, they could see what an outlier he was.
He was loud, did not like to follow protocol and initially, was a complete heathen to deal with. The kid peed in Tankhun’s pond and killed his fishes on the very first day, for god’s sake!
However, as Chan continued to observe the young Omega, he started to see that he wasn’t all his cheerful disposition led others to believe.
The boy could be thoughtful and gentle, with a tender touch that could easily unlock anyone’s heart. And Chan watched in awe as it opened Kinn’s.
He has known since the start that the young Alpha’s fascination would eventually lead to something more. Porsche was just the kind of enigmatic soul that could one day heal Kinn enough to love again. And Chan, having cared for the young man since he was a literal child, could only be grateful.
And the boy was not that bad himself. Outside of loving Kinn and caring for him, he has proven to be very good at his actual job, now that he has a more solid reason to protect the Head Alpha. An adept strategist, natural-born leader, and talented in all forms of weaponry as well as combat, Chan was almost proud in a fatherly way to say that the kid was a prodigy.
Perhaps, when he steps down one day as chief of security, he’ll finally have a worthy successor to take the mantel.
It was these thoughts in mind that made him willing to overlook the skittish currently happening outside the foyer window. He’s on break for the night and decided to spend that time reading downstairs. Just two minutes ago, he had heard a rustling and had immediately reached for his gun on instinct. Yes, even off-duty, he choose to carry his weapon. Years of being in this business meant he’ll never outlive that paranoia.
He was going to investigate or alert the guards at the entrance before he saw a familiar mop of hair hovering above the bushes. Then he sees two.
Chan could recognize those heads anywhere. He helped raise one and is personally training the other, so of course, he does.
He also recognizes that when Kinn had dated the disastrous ex–the bodyguard refuses to speak of that name, he avoids it like a curse–he once sneaked in and out of the house using that route. Favorite or not, Kinn was a headache to deal with just like his siblings.
Chan sighed, exasperated but there was a noticeable hint of fondness. The little shits , he laments. They must be returning from one of their “secret dates”. (It’s not even a secret cause Kinn’s signet ring is bugged and Chan is the only one with access to the tracker, so he knows.)
Turning back to his book, he ignores them. But not before huffing a laugh under his breath.
Little shits, indeed.