Loved But Forgotten

Too True, Too Pure, Too Unconditional

(A/N: Good day! I hope everyone of you are well! So, I have to admit that I stopped writing for a while after the scandal, it's not because I left the fandom but I was emotional about it for quite some time. Everything hurt a lot--everyone was fighting, there are lots of fake news, fans started to pit the actors against each other, too much rumors and Build is always on the receiving end of it all. Things got too much. I make fanfics for the characters I love so much but knowing that the person who originally made these characters was a messed up gal who manipulated someone using this very character I'm writing about made me think twice if it's worth continuing. However, I decided against it. Fuck it, Build is Pete and he was able to portray him and give justice to his character. It's not only because of the writers why we love KinnPorsche but because of the actors that played the characters. This is for them (the actors) and the fandom. So, I started writing again but I got so busy these past few months and I wasn't able to give much updates.)

The first thing Pete felt were soft touches, slender fingers sliding smoothly through his cheeks. The next was a damp object pressing against his forehead.

It stirs him away from sleep and when the damp object presses once more, now, against his nose, he finally opened up his eyes.

"You're finally awake." Vegas greeted, Pete could easily notice the light that emits through his features... he was happy... and the first feeling he recognized within him was also happiness.

"G-Good morning." Pete groaned and glanced at the window behind Vegas. It's already sunny outside but the curtains are still closed.

He then stretches his limbs only to realize his arms are hugging Vegas' waist who remains sitting on the bed, a smile plastered on his lips.

Heck.

Pete quickly sat up and wiped his eyes of morning dust a.k.a. eye goober.

"Morning sunshine." Vegas chuckled lowly. "

Pete tried his best not to look awkward as he subtly scooted away from Vegas but then he realized something. "Why are you dressed like that?"

He's dressed in a black velvet button-up shirt... and he smells like one of those luxury perfumes Pete can only use when there's a free sample.

"Are you going out?"

"Mhm." Vegas nodded. "I just waited for you to wake up and I'll be going." He then get to his feet and walked to get his perfume and sprayed it all over once again.

"Vegas, it's only been five days since your injuries," He reminded. "Where are you going?"

"Well, apparently, Porsche has a hard time getting accustomed to the business. Uncle Korn called, he wants me to instruct him."

Why the heck would he work on that condition?

Some of his wounds are getting better but some need time.

Just the other day, he discovered the injury on his hamstring and until now, he limps when he walks. The doctor encourages him to move around little by little but not too much so that he'll push himself to work.

"Hopefully, I'll be able to come back before lunch."

Pete frowned before he could even get a hold of his emotion. He felt a sudden annoyance, sudden rage in him. It might be his innate protectiveness of Vegas. The family has lots of underlings, why can't they let a person who needs rest just rest?

"Can you do it another day?" He tried not to sound demanding.

Vegas turned to him with a smirk. "Are you actually worried about me, Pete?"