Moment of Glory (Kinn x Porsche) (KinnPorsche)

Chapter 10: Lilac Sunrises

"Khun Kinn – welcome home."

The plethora of guards waiting for him to escort him home had Kinn's body sag, waved to them to grab his items, "Thank you Big. How was everything?"

"Very good on the home front sir." Big stared at Porsche who stood there awkwardly. "Are we taking him home?"

"Give us a minute." Kinn dismissed them, turned to face Porsche, the space between them felt like oceans and the week of their warm smiles, laughing rumbles of joy, the sunshine of Texas disappeared into the clouds. He stepped forward and blanched when Porsche took the step back. "Porsche—"

"We part here Kinn. Don't come looking for me anymore. Forget you ever met me..."

The panic in Kinn's eyes came immediately, hand outstretched, "Porsche. I can't do that."

"You already did," The hysterical laughter broke from Porsche who was doing his best to keep it together. They had 20 awkward hours to make up and didn't. They had 20 hours to come up with a game plan, they didn't. Porsche wanted to walk away with his dignity since Kinn was walking away unwittingly with his heart. Hands gripped the strap of the duffle bag. "Just leave me alone...please."

"I—Porsche I—"

"If any of the time we spent together in Texas meant anything to you...you'll respect my wishes."

The bar owner's head bowed, looked at the boots he wore that he brought home with him, took a deep breath, and planned to stare Kinn head on to confess, let the pressure off his shoulders, and his voice got stuck. Behind Kinn, a man came running towards them, gun drawn, and the guards were operating in slow motion to stop it, "Kinn..." the softest of sighs as Porsche dropped his bag. His own feet ran towards the mafia boss, caught the man around the biceps and ignored Kinn's surprised face to push him and off to the side.

Bang!

Porsche felt the bullet pierce his collarbone, close to his heart, and collapsed to his knees as the airport traffic started screaming and seeking shelter from a shooter. The man shot in the head from behind when one of Kinn's guards took him out, but he was too focused on the searing pain he felt. Crumpled back and expected his head to hit the tiling, instead it was cushioned by Kinn's hands, "Kinn..."

"Porsche!"

Lifting a hand up, not realizing that it was decorated in red, probably his blood, and he framed Kinn's cheek with it, the wide frenzy in Kinn's gaze had him hum, "It's okay..."

"You were shot! How the fuck is it okay?!"

"Khun Kinn—"

"Prep the car! Take me to the nearest hospital!" Kinn had seen Porsche appear, disappear when he fell to the floor, and then his lover just collapsed from the gunshot wound. The skid to catch that head and the endless amount of blood gushing had him frantic. Scooping Porsche up in his arms, the only thing running through his mind was Rhett's words, Before it's too late... and gods if he didn't feel like an idiot. Now in the back of his car, barking to the driver to speed through everything, he heard Porsche's voice weakly, "Porsche. Stay with me. Stay with me baby."

"Mmm...it really hurts Kinn. I think that guy hit my heart."

"No, don't say that...don't say that..."

"I wish he did. It'd hurt less than breaking up with you."

"Breaking up with ...me?"

"Yep..." Porsche's eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pain, unconscious now and Kinn shook him gently. No response and his heart in his throat.