Restrained

Untitled Part 3

He woke up with a start. He didn't know what woke him up. All he knew right now was he was still sitting under the coffee table, hands handcuffed to one of its leg. A warm sunlight peeking from the curtain, telling him that it was already morning.

*knock knock*

Ah. Yes, there was someone knocking his door. If only he could fine the key for this hand-

Wait. He didn't have it.

Shit.

*clatter* *clack*

He tried to tugged and tugged, but of course the handcuff won't give. He was a fool who loop the handcuff to the middle of the leg, he can't just lift it up to free himself. What to do?!

"Khun Pete? This is Vegas." There was a voice coming from behind the door.

Fuck. He was screwed.

Don't panic. He can't help but bite into his lip. Sweat began forming as he tried thinking about what he should do. The longer he tried to think the louder the buzzing in his head was. His tried to tugged futilely.

"Khun Pete? It's about the handcuff." Again, Vegas' voice come from behind the door, he knocked incessantly.

And then it stopped.

Pete let out a shuddering breath that he didn't know he hold. There was unshed tears in the corner of his eyes, not knowing what he should do in this situation. It was Vegas, the one who has the key. The man must want to take the handcuff back or give the key to him.

*knock*

"Khun Pete, I'm going to open the door." Suddenly Vegas come back and said so.

"Don't- don't open the door!"

Too late. Vegas swiftly opened the door, gun on his hands. His piercing eyes scanned the room, and stopped when he saw him. Slowly, with alert eyes he approached him.

"Khun Pete." He said once he stood in front of him.

"..Vegas." Pete closed his eyes, head hung low. He was embarrassed to death.

Silence. He didn't hear any sound until he heard a click, as the door was closed. He widened his eyes and gulped, watching Vegas coming back to stand in front of him.

"Khun Pete, did someone do this to you?" Vegas slowly said with a serious face. The situation was too ridiculous, he had to force a laugh and covered his face with his hands.

"No.."

The man in front of him crouched then, Pete can feel his eyes staring at him silently. He was too nervous to break this silence, but he knew he must to.

"You know," he said straightened his back and mustered up a cheerful smile. "I was too drunk last night. So I stupidly handcuffed myself."

The laugh he let out was as dry as the sandpaper, he knew it. There was no change of expression on Vegas' face though. Not even a twitch. The man was too serious.

Unconsciously, he hunched his shoulder. Head dropping, Pete began biting his lips again. Only then, Vegas reached toward the handcuff, keys between his fingers. With a click, one of Pete's hand was free. And another. He no longer able to raise his head. The unshed tears threatened to fall.

"Next time," Vegas started. He reached for Pete's hand and put the unlocked handcuff on it. "The next time you want to play, please don't chose the real thing. You bruise easily."

Both of their eyes stared at the bruised that already forming around Pete's wrists, no doubt because he slept on it last night and the result of his struggle before. Pete's back bent even lower now. "It wasn't deliberate.." he tried to give an excuse again. Still, the man didn't say anything.

Pete didn't know why, but he couldn't get himself to lie to this man. He couldn't say that it was just a joke, a one-time thing. His lips trembling, wanting to make another excuse, but his throat wasn't cooperative.

Vegas then hooked the key in between the chain of the handcuff and clasped Pete's fingers closed around it. For a while, nobody spoke.

"If you want," here Vegas paused, hands still wrapped around his fingers. "I can bring you the toy."

Pete's head couldn't raise fast enough than this. His eyes widened in disbelief. "You.."

"I understand if you don't want to." he said again. But Pete's eyes still looking at him, searching. The man looked far too calm; his hands steady holding him. The accelerated heart in him began to also calmed down. As if something persuaded him, Pete slowly gripped those steady hands, wanting to believe.

"..Please."

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Pete punched the sack in front of him as hard as he can, venting all his pent up emotion. Again, and again until sweat drenched his white tank top. what happened at his room with Vegas was not something that he needs to remember. The man might only be joking, or maybe Khun Kim ordered him to mess with him. he didn't dare to truly believe.

Thankfully, he could took his mind off by doing some training. It was a mandatory in this head quarter. He had to do some physical training and martial arts.

He was just punching the life out of the punching bag when a hand tapped on his shoulder. "Pete."

"P' Kinn!" he yelled once he turned around. P' Kinn was Khun Kim's second older brother, and oddly he was much closer to this older man. Close enough that he liked to be called 'phi' by him, at any rate. The man in front of him laughed when he launched a hug and hug him back.

"I heard you came back and finally met you." He said as Pete let out their hug. Pete only nodded. "Sorry I can't pick you up na, I just got back from my business trip."

"No problem, Phi. I understand that you're a busy person." Pete grinned. P' Kinn wrapped his hand around his shoulder, guiding him to the bench on the left wall of the gym. The older man had graduated from his university a year ago, but he already started his own business while he was still a student. From what Pete heard, almost all the legal business from the family regarding entertainment industry fell to his hand, including bars and pubs. He also started an entertainment agency, and from what he could see, it run smoothly.

"Have you met your Pa, Pete?" P' Kinn asked, which made Pete pouted.

"You know I have, Phi. And just like the usual, he only told me not to make a mess." Pete humph-ed. It earned a chuckle from the older man.

"Well, if you don't know what to do, why don't you just follow me?"

"Follow you? Doing what, Phi?" Pete blinked.

"It's up to you. You can just follow me around for now, learn the business. Or if you want, you can try to be a model or artist. You know you have the talent and face, right? it's easy."

Pete made a face. In his childhood, he was forced to learn musical instruments along with Khun Kim, in the hope that they would be friends. It backfired spectacularly. They turned it into competition until they can't stand each other. Well, what can't he say? Khun Kim was just too weird.

"Ugh.. I'll think about it, Phi." he rubbed his neck, feeling awkward to out-rightly refused.

"Fine.. but think about it, na?" P' Kinn didn't force him. So he could only nod in agreement. Who knows what he wants to do later?

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