Devoir, Devotion

Fylleangst

The Vice-Head Bodyguard of the Main Theerapanyakun Family has many responsibilities to take care of.

A select few being important enough for him to leave any other work and attend these matters right away.

Currently, the word ‘mission’ had a well thought out mind map in his head as he stared at the reflection in the mirror and counted all his concealed weapons mentally, gaze sharp enough to burn the plan onto the surface of the huge mirror mounted on the wall, complete with labels and quick descriptions.

As he adjusted the gun tucked in the band of his pants, a pair of hands snaked around his wrists, locking his arms behind.

“Khun Vegas, please let go.”

Vegas tightened his grip in response to the cold request.

“... Really, Pete? What the fuck- You can't be serious.”

Pete sighed, already feeling mentally exhausted.

Even if he kept thinking hard enough about the current situation, he could not help but think about how ridiculous it was– him being back inside the bodyguard’s dorm of the Major Family after almost a year of living in the Minor Family Mansion, preparing for a mission specially assigned to him and Porsche, his presence requested by Khun Kinn himself.

Porsche had almost begged him to accompany (not because he was not confident in leading alone, even if that’s what he stated while on the call earlier. Pete knew what Porsche was going for, buttering him up like that. After all, Pete misses him and wanted to spend some time with his friend too), and hearing him whine over the phone whilst nagging Khun Kinn had been a very interesting experience.

Though Pete felt excited about the mission, he quickly realized a hurdle that stood in between…

A major one…

It went by the name of ‘Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun’.

It’s not like he hadn’t tried to sneakily get permission by casually proposing the idea on a casual Sunday afternoon while casually eating lunch.

Very subtle.

He waited for the answer.

“No, Pete.”

He got the answer.

It was an expected and inevitable answer. Pete knew that.

Vegas will not let him go that easily. Even if Pete had been stuck to his hips almost all the bloody time (in every possible way), the young lord of the Minor Theerapanyakun household was still extremely needy for attention.

‘A bigger brat than little Venice…’ Pete mused often.

So when Vegas accompanied him to the Major Family Mansion on the pretext of ‘dropping him off’, Pete knew he was gonna try to hold him back from going.

And God knows Pete was bloody well prepared for that!

He slowly tried to pry open Vegas’ grip on him while glancing at the man through the mirror.

“Khun Vegas, I’ll do my best to go back to the Minor Family Mansion tomorrow evening.”

"Okay first, stop calling me like that. Second, why would you even go, huh? You're not even working there anymore, don’t you remember?”