A Boxful of Sunflowers

a special delivery

Two days.

Porsche has been gone for two fucking days, and it was driving Kinn insane. He's barely slept or eaten, spending each waking moment with Arm and Chan, trying to locate his young lover, but with his mind unhelpfully supplying him with worst-case scenarios, he was so close to snapping.

He doesn't even think he can sleep without Porsche by his side, anyway.

Kinn should have seen this coming, honestly. Things were going so well, too well, and that should have set off the alarm bells in his head. But the peace had dulled his senses- he had been too drunk on Porsche, and the feeling of his skin against him, the delightful sound of his name whenever Porsche called for him, the addicting taste of his soft lips-

He wouldn't need to think about that if he had Porsche because he could simply take whatever he pleased, and it would be given willingly.

Porsche had been doing so well in leading the minor family, with help from Vegas and Pete. Once they overcame the initial struggles, the three of them were a force to be reckoned with, and Kinn couldn't be any prouder. He had thought that perhaps, as twisted as it may be, Porsche always belonged in this world. With them. With him.

But then that day happened. It was supposed to be a short meeting with one of their foreign suppliers, and Porsche was there as a representative for Kinn. It wasn't too big of a deal, as it was mostly pleasantries and catching up, but he should have known when Porsche failed to call him on time because Porsche was never late. Not even when he's running for his life. He always called Kinn or sent him some sort of message that he was fine, the deal went fine, he was safe.

By the time Kinn sent out his men, it was too late.

The place was left in absolute wreckage. There was a suspicious lack of guards around the perimeter, but once the doors had been kicked down, they realized why. It was absolute carnage- bodies strewn everywhere, the air thick with the scent of iron, blood.

No man had been spared, not their suppliers, not their men. They all lay in a bloody heap, almost indistinguishable.

Kinn didn't know how to feel when he couldn't find Porsche anywhere. While that meant he was most certainly alive, the question was for how long?

He pushed the thought to the back of his head- this wasn't the time to dwell on the possibilities.

"Khun Kinn," Chan's voice shakes him out of his pessimistic thoughts. He had made his way to one of the empty chairs, where a note was stuck on the table in front of it, a familiar silver band laying on top of it almost innocently - Porsche's ring. Specifically, the one that matched the silver band around Kinn's own finger, the same one he had gotten on a spontaneous date night, and along with it came whispered promises of the future.

He picks the ring up, trying to prevent his hands from shaking. It remained pristine, and Kinn pockets it gingerly as if it was precious cargo he couldn't afford to lose.

Looking at the scribbled message, Kinn blanched with horror. There are splotches of blood on it, and Kinn prays- for the first time in years- that it wasn't Porsche's.

Lost something? the note had read, and Kinn can feel his anger flare. I've taken a liking to your new toy. Would you mind if I broke him?

They left no identifying marks, and as much as Kinn wanted to crumple that stupid piece of paper, he hands it to Chan instead. It was their only lead right now.

Whoever dare lay a hand on his man would pay dearly.

But still, it's been two days without any contact from the would-be kidnappers. No demands had been made, no threats- just complete silence.