Learning Kim

Nine

Chapter 9

One year later

"Just so you all know, if you are captured, taken hostage, you have less than three minutes to untie yourselves. Make the minutes count. It'll be the difference between living and dying," Chan calls out in English, as he patrols along the swimming pool in his dark track suit, where a couple of bodyguards, Arm and Pol amongst them, along with Porsche and Pete are standing. "I hope everyone remembers how to untie yourself as I taught you." Chan switches back to Thai.

"I always wonder if he learned that speech by heart," Tankhun muses as he watches when Chan pushes one after the other of the tied up men into the water. "It always sounds exactly the same, word by word." He is sitting on a white plastic chair by the side of the pool, watching the training session.

"I don't care, but he's kind of hot when he speaks English," Porchay throws in his two cents from the bench beside him.

"I always thought he looked better in brighter colors, not this black or grey, he is always wearing," Kinn muses as he lets his eyes wander over Chan, contemplating Porchay's comment apparently and also mentally going through Chan's business wardrobe.

"He has this 'hot daddy' vibe, I guess" Vegas nods, but doesn't sound totally convinced. "Not my type though."

"I'd fuck him... speaking totally hypothetically, of course, because now it would be kind of incestuous... and we have enough of that already down the family tree," Tankhun states with a sigh.

"Of course," Porchay smirks at him. "But we all know you're just saying that, to distract us from the one you really like. Even if Chan is, objectively speaking, hot, you haven't really looked away from Arm yet."

"You do know that I can hear you, right?" Chan turns around to them, stern look on his face, hands on his hips.

"Yes, yes, don't let us distract you," Tankhun tries to shoo him away with his hand, making Porchay giggle. None of them seem to be embarrassed in the least. Chan looks so done with the unwanted audience, that they all know he is a second away from throwing them out, even if technically three of them are his bosses.

"If you don't stop talking about how fuck-able my father is, I might just drown myself in the pool," Kim threatens and shudders.

"You wanna join the lesson, Kimmy?" Chan grins, teasing him.

"If you call me Kimmy one more time, I'm gonna drown you, asshole," Kim mutters and gets an elbow in the ribs from Porchay.

"Kim, be nice to your dad. He literally gave a kidney for you."

"I know. And you took such good care of me for so long, baby," Kim's voice gets soft and husky as he pulls Porchay closer and kisses him passionately. They break apart when someone splashes water at them.

"Hey, no making out where I can see you!" Porsche yells from the edge of the pool, where he is sitting, still always the first one up in this exercise.

"Aw, baby you did so well! Come here!" Kinn smiles proudly and holds his arms open for Porsche, who points at the pool though and remains where he is. He might have to pull out some of the others at some point, if they don't make it.

"No making out where I can see you," Porchay volleys back.

"Why are we here again?" Vegas wonders out loud.

"Because you freaks want to check out your men in the tight diving suits," Kim replies and pulls Porchay closer, so he is basically sitting on his lap. "I just don't get what we are doing here, baby." He turns to his boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.