The Simple Things (KinnPorsche The Series Fanfiction)

Dynamics

"Wait, let me elaborate this."

Pete, in his favorite sarong and sleeveless inner shirt, is sitting down on the floor beside Arm. One leg propping his elbow up.

"So, you're currently overthinking about your love for Pol?"

"I'm not overthinking it!"

"Okay, whatever you call it. And that's because you don't feel jealous when someone's being too touchy with Pol?"

"Well, I mean, I do feel jealous whenever I saw him being too close to anyone. But, not to the point that I get really mad that I could punch that person. I usually just take Pol's hand, or tap his shoulder lightly to give a warning, that's all. Do you get it?"

Pete purse his lip and nod his head in understanding.

"And that makes you questioning yourself if you're really in love with him?"

"Yep."

Pete massage his temple, his brain hurt just thinking about it. He's not used to this, to Arm asking him for a love advice. While Arm does comes to him whenever he needs someone discuss about work, it's always the other way around when it comes to their love life.

It's always him coming to Arm, and Arm would listen to him calmly. It's always been like that, even before Arm started dating Pol.

This situation feels kind of strange for him.

It's a rare time when Arm's bad habit of overthinking everything starts to bother him too much that he needs to get it out of his head.

Fortunately, it's the time when Tankhun drags both of his main bodyguard to visit the minor family's house. He told them he missed Pete, but even the grass knows he just wants to meet his nephew. Or, his playing buddy, to be exact.

While Pol and Vegas is in the backyard, enganging in some absurd game with Tankhun and Venice, Arm and Pete decided to stay inside.

Especially after Pete saw his best friend's sulky expression.

"Your face would scare the sun away." Pete said when he pulled Arm to sit in the living room instead.

And here they are now.

Arm clears his throat, breaking Pete's thought.

"Arm." Pete calls out.

Arm hummed in response.

"Why do you think being jealous should be part of falling in love?" asks Pete.

"Because... You wouldn't want anyone to get too close with your lover?" Arm answers, his hands fidgeting on his lap.

"Even if your lover knows his boundary?"

This time, Arm didn't respond. Instead, he gives Pete another question

"Have you ever get jealous with Khun Vegas, Pete?" Arm asks, keeping his voice low.

"Not really. Not because I don't feel jealousy, it's just... No one dares to get close to Vegas." Pete chuckled at the last sentence.

"What if someone did have enough courage to make a move on him?"

"Well, I would, maybe?" Pete turns his head to look at Arm, "we were never a normal couple from the start, Arm. If normal is described as fitting in with everyone. I mean, who would fall for his captor, huh?"

"But, Arm, every relationship has their own dynamic, don't you think so? And, I think that's ours. We couldn't fit in with everyone's standard, so what? We're enjoying our lives, we're content with whatever we're doing. Why should we bother ourselves to follow the standard if it doesn't suit us in the end?" He continued.

Arm let out a quiet laugh. The sun is starting to set, the light beaming through the windows, some of it shone on his face.

Oh, so dramatic, Pete thinks to himself.

"How do you define love, Arm?"

Arm didn't have the chance to answer as the trio babysitter—in which one of them is a baby in an adult body himself—walks in.

Pete pats his back twice, "Don't think about it too much. It will hurt your brain."

"Come on, come on! The series would be starting soon!" Tankhun ushered his bodyguards outside towards the main road.

That night, when they finally got inside the privacy of their room—Arm make sure to lock the door this time—Arm stops Pol in his track to the bathroom by hugging him from behind.

"What is it? You okay?" Pol asks, turning his head back to look at him.

"I'm okay. Just let me stay like this for a moment." says Arm, his voice muffled by Pol's back.

Pol put his hand over Arm's and caress it with his thumb.

"I love you." Arm says, more like an affirmation to himself.

He didn't know how other people defined love, or what's written as a definition of love in the dictionary. But for him, love is to find pleasure, comfort, and recognition of oneself in another.

And he found them in the person he's holding right now.