Restrained

Untitled Part 1

A/N : Let's see if I can still write in English.. Sorry that it will be (mainly?) in Pete's POV. I'm too tired to write one with Vegas because it will be too.. complicated and brain draining. Lol

The scene with Kim was written based on their clip where Build acted as Vegas and Jeff as Tankhun. (in fact this ff was inspired by that clip)

Ah, the italic words inside the dialogue means they talked in English English, okay? Just, to make it different. ^^;

This will be a cross-over fic with my other one (KongArthit), 'A Different Kind of Love' (a spontaneous decision, I assure you).

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"You're going back to Thailand? Really?" Pete watched in disbelief as his best friend of three years were busy categorizing everything in their apartment. "Kong! You want to leave me here alone? You're cruel!"

The kohl-eyed man rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. You have many other friends beside me."

"They're different!" Pete was persistent. No one get close with him better than this flamboyant person in front of him. he balled his fist, pouted crazily on the couch because Kong! Just! Seem! to not! understand!

Kong sighed, he placed his iPad on the coffee table beside the couch and *oomph!* gracefully sit on Pete's lap quite comfortably. "You know it's not true." He said softly, circling Pete's neck with his long arms. "Or you can come with me."

Now Pete could only roll his eyes. "Whatever for? My Pa will only ignore me, as usual." He adjusted Kong's positioned so it won't be too painful for his lap and continue. "Thailand is boring. Nothing can interest me. Why should you have to go back, though? You can open your fashion line here."

A smile spread on Kong's lips, his hand caressing Pete's cheek. "Oh honey, it's like you don't know me. Of course I have to go back there. I have to show them I can succeed."

Pete decided to pout harder, but Kong only ignored him. "Besides, whether or not there's something interesting is for you decide. Who knows what will you find if you go back." as he said that, Kong got off from his lap and reached for his iPad once again. "And don't think I didn't know," he said offhandedly, "I saw what you got last month. That should interest you more for a bit longer."

Pete's eyes couldn't get any wider. "You.. peeked?" he was horrified. It took him long enough to brave himself to buy that toy. He was shamed to death!

"Ah ah, none of that shy look again. What did I say about being ashamed of oneself?" Kong started to preach again as Pete tried to bury his face on one of the big pillows on the couch. "Hey. Heeyyy.." one of his hand pulled Pete's arm and dragged him back to sit properly again.

"You're awful!" Pete protested. Kong wasn't the same as him, he got Frame!

"There.. there.. I'm sorry okay. Just go back with me. You can even call your high school friend. What's his name? the one with car's name.. Merci? Maserati? Nah.."

"Porsche." Again, Pete rolled his eyes.

"Right. that Porsche. You can play with him. or with me. Or find some sugar baby, whatever." Kong waved his hand, eyes already on his iPad.

"Do you have to go back now?" Pete sighed in defeat. He doesn't want to spend his time here if it's meaningless. Better be in Thailand, he can bother many people.

"Well," Kong said while his legs brought him to many places in their living room. "I already in contact with another dear friend of mine, and he actually agreed to let me be his model for a year with a contract to collaborate on the next. I can start my line then."

"..Fine. let's go back to Thailand." Pete let himself fall back to the couch, slouching while dreading what he will do once he's there.

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He knew Porsche can't easily come to welcome him back once his feet touched the airport. So he could only blankly watch as Frame, Kong's boyfriend ("we're friends with many benefits, Pete!") welcomed the flamboyant person with a big hug.

"Are you sure we don't have to drive you home, Phi?" Frame, always a good person asked for the last time. And just like before, Pete gave his sweetest smile and shook his head.

"I'll be fine, Frame. Just take your Phi already. I know you miss him."

"Alright~ you better call me once you get home. You got that, dear?" Kong pointed his finger at him threateningly. Pete only laughed and nodded his head. He watched them go and be alone in this crowded place, where he can gather himself before the showdown. After all, he must go back to that place before going anywhere else. and he can't exactly tell people where he will be going now, can he?

He then strode over to the parking lot, where an unassuming yet luxurious black car was waiting for him. A man in black suit then went out from the car and took his suitcase, opened the car door for him. A bodyguard his Pa sent to pick him up. Of course his Pa won't pick him up himself. too busy with whatever Khun Korn ordered him to do.

The journey back to the main family's house was.. uneventful, to say the least. The scenery he saw through the car window was the same, the street lights shone brightly and cars drove through faster than it supposed to. It never changed. Even though it's been years since he was back, preferring to spend his time abroad. Once his grandparents passed away, Pa took him back and they lived in Bangkok. It was rare when they can have dinner by themselves, talking about nothing in particular, just being a family, you know? Pa let him do whatever he wanted to do. No restriction in particular, he can play as hard as he can. And.. it got boring so fast he didn't know what to do. Pa only wants him not to be a bother, to give him a smile when he's back and not in the way. So he play along. Even now.

The car stopped right in the driveway, and another man in black suit opened the car door for him. it's show time.

He just adjusted his light jacket as he got off the car, preparing to make an entrance when another person already done it for him. Khun Kimhan Theerapanyakul, his nemesis. The younger man by a year as usual made a grand entrance, suiting up with his fur coat even though it's so hot tonight and wearing a sunglasses on nighttime. This unhinged man strutted to the door while a bodyguard followed behind. It irked him. so what did he do? of course, stole his show.

Pete walked a little faster, with head held high. Just when he got beside Khun Kim, he bumped his shoulder, making him fall off balanced.

"What the fuck?!" Khun Kim cursed as he almost fell if not his bodyguard nimbly caught him. *Tsk*

"Oh, Khun Kim." Pete widened his grin, looking back at the younger man as if he just saw him. "I'm sorry I didn't see you. I thought you're just a new furniture they brought here."

"Pete!" as usual, it was easy to provoke the man. It was a pity the bodyguard behind him hold him back. "Let me go! I have to teach him today! Ai' Vegas!"

Pete who was ready to take a step back, mockingly gasped. "Whatever I need a teaching for? I apologized!"

"E' Pete! Let go! I said let me go, Ai' Vegas!" Khun Kim still struggled fiercely. Arms flailing about and he swung his leg, hoping it will kick Pete. Fat chance.

"Vegas?" Pete then took an interest with Khun Kim's bodyguard. "Are you new here? Haven't seen you before."

Vegas, who has a mean face with his lips thinned into a line in his effort to hold his master, only nodded. Pete let out a chuckle and patted the man's shoulder.

"Good work na~" he said and turn around, leaving the still shouting young master and his bodyguard behind. Now, it's time to find his Pa.

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A/N : No more Khun Wegath for Pete, guys. He can pronounce it perfectly here. *giggles*