All Kimchay Short AUs

MY BUTLER IS MY MASTER

The Kittisawadt, one of the families that screams old money, is facing a crisis. No butler can tolerate the young master, Porchay, who is a brat. But then one day, a butler named Kimhan appears and things become a rollercoaster ride.

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"Butler? Who needs a butler this time? I can take care of myself, hia." 

Porchay ended the call. It was his hia Porsche, again. Telling him to hire another butler, again. It was a never ending cycle. His hia hiring one for him and Porchay, well, firing them eventually.

He has his reasons actually. First, Porchay isn't comfortable with having someone following or monitoring his every movement; Second, he doesn't want people touching him or his things; Three, he doesn't trust them; and the last one, well, they are just all plain stupid. And it's giving Porsche a headache because it was a never-ending saga of finding Porchay someone to attend to his needs. 

Porchay needs to have a butler; he must have a butler because once he assumes his position as the chairman of the company, his life would be at stake. Porsche knows it; he has experienced it already. Being targeted by their rival companies, his life is always in danger. And he doesn't want that to happen to his Nong. 

With a frustrating sigh, Porchay closed his laptop and called for his secretary.

"Cancel all my meetings for the afternoon." He briefly said, not even looking at the woman in front of him.

"But sir, the meeting this afternoon is the deal---"

The secretary's soul almost jumped out of her when Porchay slammed the table.

"I said cancel the meeting!"

Porchay took a sharp breath between his teeth and hardly pressed his temple. It was that damn headache again.

"What is more important? That meeting or your job."

"I-I will cancel it sir."

Then his secretary left the office with teary eyes but Porchay couldn't care less.

He closed his eyes; trying to calm down that throbbing pain on his head. This always happens when Porchay doesn't get enough sleep.

It is probably insomnia. One that he got because of spending sleepless nights during his university years; One that he got while overworking himself, trying to impress his father but was never recognized; one that he got because of that night he was almost shot to death by his former butler.

"Damn it!"

He grunted as he rummaged his things; trying to find his meds to calm him down.

It was always like this. Always. And he's really getting tired of it. The only thing that he wants right now is a peaceful sleep.

And he got what he wanted when the pill kicked in.

It was already dark when Porchay woke up from his nap. Well, that wasn't a nap; he really slept. And as much as he doesn't want to depend on the pill just to sleep more, he really can't help it. It was the only thing that helped him.

He got out of his office and headed directly to the basement parking where he parked his car. Porchay drives by himself; he doesn't have a driver. He doesn't want a driver.

He drove through the city traffic. It wasn't very heavy at all and Porchay immediately got home.

"Welcome back Khun Porchay."

Porchay is so sure he had locked his room when he left this morning. Nobody in the house, even his Hia, knows where he put the spare key in his room.