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He realizes that he overdoes it sometimes. But it's just so fun to watch Arm and Pol scramble to find an excuse, anything really, to get out of watching that god awful drama he keeps suggesting. Tankhun raises a delicate eyebrow as he watches them fumble over each other, neither managing to form a single coherent sentence thus far. He's almost getting bored until Pol seems to find his bearings and confidently proclaims that they were required to be on guard as the minor family's heir has decided to pay Kinn a visit.
Khun lets out an outraged scream, "Unacceptable! How dare he come in here after what he did to my poor Pete!". He waves an arm, dramatically turning, as he barks out his next order, "Come, we must find my innocent Pete and rescue him before that waste of space gets to him."
Despite appearances, he didn't hate their relationship, he just thought Pete deserved better. Vegas was a cruel man, seemingly uncapable of love. How could he, in good conscious, leave his beloved bodyguard with him? He faintly notes Pol and Arm rushing behind him, attempting to slow him down, but Khun had no plans on stopping till he found Pete. He'd long given up trying to explain the protective streak that overcame him whenever Pete was involved. Others wouldn't get that while they saw his insanity, Pete saw his truth, his hiding behind a carefully structured mental being to mask the reality. Pete was there for his nightmares, his breakdowns, him. Pete lives to protect him, and how can Khun face himself if he fails to do the same for him once more?
Just as he reaches the gardens, he comes to an abrupt stop as his arm is grabbed. He finds himself crouched within seconds behind a bush with Porsche in his face whispering a rather aggressive, spit-filled 'shhh'. A confused sound leaves him as he carefully regards Porsche, yet to have let go of his arm and eyes pleading to stay still, stay silent. The urge to tease him, to be annoying, slaps him in the face and he can't help but give in. Just a little.
"What are you doing? Does your insolent brain seem to lack the basic understanding of what's at stake here?" Looking down at his arm, he harshly pulls it back, "And how dare you grab me in such a way? With your germy hands, I'll need thousands of creams to keep my arm soft."
"Khun, this is not the time. Vegas is here, with Pete. I need you to help keep watch."
"What!? Wait till Kinn finds out our trashy cousin was here to waste our poor bodyguard's time."
"Kinn is the one who allowed it."
Tankhun felt his jaw drop and his eyes widened. His hand went to slap Arm, knocking his glasses out of place, "has he gone mad?".
Seeing that he wasn't going to be graced with a response, Khun turned his gaze to where Porsche was staring. And my my, what a horrendous sight indeed. Vegas, standing next to the pond holding his beloved baby carps, talking with Pete.
Vegas was wearing his usual silk red shirt, unbuttoned to his chest (as if anyone wants to see that!), paired with his usual black dress pants. His laid back apparel a sharp contrast to Pete's uniform, his button down replaced with a collared shirt today. Tankhun thought the shirt really highlighted Pete's features, the delicate curve of his jawline, his perfect nose, and soft hair. How could someone so beautiful love someone so ugly?
They were close enough to make out what the two were saying. Useless jargon if you ask him. Talking about what to eat when they get home, as if they're some sort of normal, domesticated couple. His hackles were immediately raise however as he saw Vegas lift his hand to gently place it on Pete's cheek. And what makes this worse is the way his bodyguard seems to nuzzle into the touch, his whole being relaxing as if the mafia heir had taken the weight of the world of his shoulders with a simple touch.
He watches his cousin smile, not the egotistical smirk that lives on his face, but a warm smile that makes Khun uncomfortable, as if he isn't meant to be seeing that smile, as if it's reserved for Pete's eyes only. And maybe it is.
"How about instead we have an at home date, my sweet? I can make you that curry dish you love." Vegas's voice sounds so soft that they have to strain to hear what is being said.
Khun scoffs. Who does he think he is? Who gave him the right to refer to his Pete as belonging to Vegas. His whole life he'd been told Pete belonged to him, and that wasn't going to change over some sick puppy love game his cousin seems to be playing. But if that were the case, why does Pete absolutely melt at the nickname? His smile radiating in a way Khun has never seen before, dimples on display and eyes shaped as crescent moons.
"And we could watch that movie you've been wanting to watch after!" Pete's voice is louder than Vegas's, filled with excitement at the idea of a date with his partner. Said partner lets out a chuckle (it's more of a satanic cackle if you ask Tankhun, but if you ask the others, it's more of an attempt to breathe on Vegas's part, obviously too in love to remember needing anything besides Pete).
"Anything you want, my light, you get. After all, how could I refuse you?"
Pete’s face lit up red as Khun let out an audible gag. He didn’t think Pete would fall for such words. But maybe he didn’t know his bodyguard as much as he claims he does. (He doesn’t know why that thought scares him). A small whine can be heard from more slender man as Vegas wraps his arm around his waist bringing him closer.
He registers Arm squealing slightly behind him, pushing Pol to get a better look at absolute joy that has embodied his best friend’s body. Pathetic. How could they all be so foolish as to believe Vegas could actually love someone? Even if that person was Pete.
Pete’s arms circled around Vegas’s shoulders, his hands seeming to find their way into the latter’s hair.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Pete”, Vegas switched to English, the change seeming to symbolise that the words were meant only for his boyfriend’s ears, that this was a private moment. Well, private his ass! As long as Khun’s heart beats, those two will never get a private moment.
Swiftly switching back to Thai, his voice seemingly dropping two octaves lower, “and you’re all for me, angel, aren’t you? No one gets to see you like I have. If a person even thinks of looking at those pretty little dimples, I’ll personally make sure they can’t ever see again.”
Khun was horrified. Who in their right mind would say such things to their partner? Even his socially lacking little brother knew to do better than that. But true horror manifested itself only when he saw Pete melt at his words, dimple somehow getting deeper, as his smile widens. He looks like he’s right where he belongs. He couldn’t help but think that their insanities matched. The hidden fire in Pete positively blooming next to the explosion that was Vegas.
Vegas seems to lean in closer to Pete, “And why is that, my sweet?”
Almost breathless, Pete manages out a soft answer, “Because I belong to you. I’m yours Vegas. In every sense of the word.”
Vegas’s smile blooms, “that’s right pet. My pretty little pet.”
“I love you.”
“You have no idea how gone I am for you, do you? I love you.”
Deciding he’s seen enough, Tankhun gets up, storming over to the unaware couple and hits vegas in the head. It wasn’t strong, but surprising enough to give him a few seconds to pull Pete away.
“Save your disgusting antics where I can’t see them.”
“Cousin, I see you’ve decided to grace us.”
“And you’ve decided to ruin my day with your constant breathing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking back my dear Pete here.”
Not waiting for a response, Khun grabbed Pete’s arm, beginning to drag him. But before he could make much progress, Vegas caught Pete’s waist and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his cheekbones.
Letting out a frustrated scream, Khun dragged Pete away as his cousin yelled after them, calling out how he’d see the bodyguard later tonight.
He turned slightly to look at his cousin, seeing the smile on his lips as if he couldn’t help it. Tankhun doesn’t think he’s ever seen Vegas smile as such before.
It suits him, he decides.
So maybe he wasn’t fully on board with this whole thing happening, but if it made his Pete happy, if it made his cousin go back to the elated joy he once had growing up, it it made Vegas smile like that more.
Just maybe, he’ll allow it for now.