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Michelle (Fan Account)

Nov 14 • 42 tweets • 25 min read

-Taking Back My Love - KP AU

Glass shattered; guards startled.

The mad dash scramble to the door, tripping over in the process, guns drawn, and door kicked open. The scene before them had them bewildered.

Their bosses - no one else in the room - with fury in their eyes.

Porsche stood there, dressed in emerald and khaki contrasted to Kinn’s maroon and black slacks. Chests puffed, eyes narrowed, fists curled.

The tension absolutely suffocating but the men were afraid to move, scared to call attention to themselves as it seemed the two heads were in a disagreement over something. It was an odd phenomenon for the guards of both minor and major families to see.

Since Porsche had been elevated to minor family status, he and Kinn had been pretty much devolved into powerful couple. And love not lacking. Kinn or Porsche left their bedroom with scattered bruises, awkward walks, or opposite clothing most days. Dopey love expressions.

It was a marvel to the guards at their own oblivion to never notice they were an item before. They had arguments but this seemed explosive.

Kinn stared right into Porsche’s soul and the gaze would burn most men. Most men weren’t Porsche Kittisawat. Weaker men would have broken.

The whiskey bottle broken, shattered pieces on the floor, the liquid created a drawn line between them. Divided, fragmented, that image gave the guards pause. The two men together were an unstoppable force, if they broke up, that would be catastrophic.

“Khun Kinn—” One guard started, gun clicked back to its holder, fully intent to clean the mess.

This earned Porsche’s glare, stilled him, “Get out.”

“Uh-”

“No, stay,” Kinn replied with a cocky smirk, despite Porsche’s gaze returned back to the man.

“Do you have to contradict everything I say?”

“When it’s wrong and stupid, yes. I have to,” Kinn noted with a tense jaw, opened one of his hands to wave to Porsche idly, “Tell them why there’s a mess on the floor.”

“Because you’re a fucking asshole who doesn’t trust me!'

The air was sucked out of the room in one instant as all the men stood with straight backs. No one ever dared to speak to Kinn that way, even for Porsche, that was pushing it. The men were boyfriends, lovers, but limits definitely set the precedents.

Kinn waved to the mantle behind him, “Do these mean nothing to you?” They were photographs of Kinn with Porsche, Porsche, Kinn and Chay, a combo of Kinn’s friends, Porsche’s friends, etc. “Do I mean nothing?!”

“You mean everything to me!”

Snorted, Kinn pointed to a vase next to the pictures, at first glance it looked plain, but the guards knew it held value, “What’s this then? This…hideous thing that apparently cost 500,000 baht?”

“It’s a vase. I told you already. I accepted it because you told me we needed the connection—”

“He just wants to fuck you, Porsche. Are you so easily bought by trinkets?” Stepped over the whiskey line to get closer to the man, Kinn’s finger jammed into that nonchalant face angrily, “Don’t think for one minute I don’t know he got you that Porsche outside.”

Porsche choked out a sound in disbelief, “This coming from the guy who accepted a 400,000-diamond encrusted suit for his birthday from Miss Universe because she ‘thought of you’. Along with that watch you’re wearing,” He made quote fingers, arms crossed irritated.

“That’s different,” Kinn dismissively stated, not comparing the two gifts for different occasions. He knew he was being irrational but a fear of his was that Porsche readily accepted things from anyone. Did it mean Kinn was in the same category?

“The hell it is!” Porsche growled to Kinn, nearly bit the finger shoved so close, accusatory, put his hands on his hips and stared up with defiance, “You’re a fool if you think material shit means anything to me.”

“You put the fucking, vase, on the MANTLE. The mantle that’s ours!” Kinn stomped back over to the spot, grabbed the item, threw it to the ground with the glass, a mess stained the tile that had the guards hold their breath.

Porsche gaped, looked to the pieces, he had genuinely liked the piece and mentioned it to Kinn when the gallery owner they had been speaking with bought it for him. He turned on his heel, stomped to the closet to dig out the suit.

Before Kinn or anyone could stop him, he tossed the offending garment into their private pool, the splash heard by the occupants still inside, dusted off his hands, “I hated that on you anyway.”

When he stepped back inside, he could see Kinn’s brows furrowed together, seething at his property destroyed, it went both ways after all, Porsche waved his hand, “If you think all I want from you is stuff then you never really knew what I needed from you.”

Kinn’s eyes could see the hint of hurt behind those eyes that were quickly covered with a fiery anger and followed after Porsche who yelled at the guards to part the sea for him. “Porsche!”

“I’ll show you Kinn Theerapanyakun!”

Kinn quick stepped to follow Porsche, it seemed he was always chasing the man down one week or the next. It normally was playful but seeing those tight shoulders, disregarded manner, it made Kinn want to give in. But his pride held him back.

They hadn’t stopped till they got to the garage, paused to see Porsche grab a paint bucket on the way outside to the long driveway. They were repainting the area, black color, and he stared, “Porsche…” Was the man going to color one of HIS cars in revenge?

What Porsche did next only renew the love Kinn had, felt bad for letting his jealousy take over.

Really why did Kinn do this to himself, to Porsche, to them?

Porsche had held the handle of the paint bucket, lifted, and tossed the substance straight onto the vehicle. Dripping the windows, the hood, everything. It stained, tinted, ruined it totally before he tossed the can to the ground. His back to the rest of the house as he panted.

His anger, his actions, they were valid. Porsche knew also that Kinn had his insecurities that flared up sometimes.

Spinning around, he came face to face with Kinn who somehow gravitated from the door and right into Porsche’s space, “See?worthless to me.”

Kinn just reached to catch the back of Porsche’s neck to pull into a hot kiss, only stopped when Porsche’s fingers caught Kinn’s chin to keep it at bay away from him. “Porsche…”

“Focus and answer me.”

“I understand now…I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry too,” Porsche let his fingers trace down the length of Kinn’s arm, unclasped Kinn’s watch, held it up a moment, then dropped it to the pavement. Staring expectantly at him, Kinn only chuckled, lifted his foot to crush the watch beneath his foot. The crunch sufficient.

“No more gifts that aren’t yours,” Kinn stated, his head dipping closer as if not being held back by words alone. Eyes glazed over in a different look now.

The smile that graced Porsche’s lips were relaxed now, his ire completely dissipated, his hand dropped to the waistband of Kinn’s trousers to pull him closer – their fronts pressed, hard, and he smirked, “Me too. What’re you waiting for? Not going to kiss me?”

A growl escaped Kinn as he tilted down, tugged Porsche’s head, buried fingers in the hairs at the nape as he devoured that amused mouth. His other hand wrapped around that waist to back them towards the paint covered Porsche, he pressed his boyfriend to it.

Porsche’s back hit the car side, raised an eyebrow over to Kinn, tilted his head as they pulled back and smirked as if reading the man’s mind, already unbuttoning Kinn’s pants and the guards left them dutifully alone, “Should we leave a gift for him before sending it back?”