Tender gangster

When Kinn cares

Let's get back to the time, when Porsche's arm was wounded, and imagine that Kinn didn't get to know about it immediately...

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"Happy first fire, dude!" Pete playfully slaps your sore bicep.

"Shit!.." you are hissing through your teeth, "not so hard, Pete. I'm actually injured."

"Uh, you said it was just a scratch."

Somehow blowing on the bare shoulder, where a bullet wound that went tangentially scarlet just above the middle, you wince, teasing a cheerful friend:

"That's it. You're supposed to be on duty today, aren't you?"

"Yeah. I'll go now," Pete stretches, giving you his dimpled smile. "I wonder if Khun Kinn has already been informed that you were injured.."

"What the fuck?!" you explode violently, you don't understand why. "That's not enough yet! Keep your mouth shut! Tell everyone there, do you understand?"

"Uh, he could take you off work for a while. Don't you want to lie down and get fatter? The diet in the infirmary is not so strict," Pete winks.

"Go away already," you throw a bloody ball of cotton wool at him, which Pete deftly dodges.

Okay. It's not fatal, is it? Only the skin was ripped open by this bullet. It will heal. With such thoughts, you get up and, taking with you the most necessary stuff, go to your room with Pete. On the way you meet him. Evening Kinn. He's wearing a marsala-colored silk robe and matching pajama bottoms. You greet the owner with a bow of your head, ready to calmly continue walking, as his peremptory order is given:

"Stop."

You obediently stop moving. And you look at him questioningly.

"What's wrong with your arm?"

"What do you mean?"

The wound is covered with a sleeve, but... damn, did the blood leak?..

"You're holding it unnaturally."

"Uh... yes, everything is fine. I pulled it a little in training. It will be fine soon."

"Really?" Kinn lifts his chin with a doubtful look. "Let me take a look at it."

"Khun Kinn…"

You're ready to fall through all the floors of the complex. Anywhere. Even to hell. Just don't show your weakness in front of him.

"Are you deaf? Take off your shirt and show me your arm."

You're procrastinating. You are doing it and you know that by doing so you only make him more angry.

"K-i-i-I-n-n-n!"

You've never been so glad to hear Tankhun's screams. Kinn gives you a sharp look and rushes to the call of his elder brother.

Once in the room, you drink half a carafe of water in one gulp. Kinn's commanding tone strangely causes a hot longing in your body.

The next day, your master seems to break loose. The workout has been going on for the third hour, and he is sitting in his comfortable chair, impressively sipping a mojito, and watching intently. As it seems to you — for you alone. You've been thinking too much lately.

Oh, shit!

Apparently, the miracle patch, invisible on the skin, peeled off and the blood from the wound, which had only become wider, gushed directly into the water, staining it with a scarlet hue. It's the same as the Kinn robe you hate.

"Stop training!" Kinn's new order sounds.

You climb out onto the side of the pool, grunting and trying to hold the wound with your palm. In vain. Kinn already sees everything for himself.

"And why the hell am I learning about my bodyguard's wound only now?!" His voice screams above you. "Get up and answer me!" before you know it, Kinn's rough grip almost by the scruff of the neck puts you on your feet. "And if an important deal had scheduled today? Would you protect me with such an arm too? Or should we have waited, idiot, for the blood to spray like a fountain into the other side's eyes?"

"It wouldn't have sprayed like a fountain. There's no artery running through here, Khun Kinn."

There is a muffled giggle from the other bodyguards. Kinn brings his angry face closer to yours, which is surprisingly calm:

"Dare you be impertinent to me? Can't you see the shores at all?"

You silently withstand his gaze and threatening tone. You're sure that in another second he'll punch you in the face in front of everyone. With a last flash of his eyes, with his chin proudly raised, he measures the edge of the pool with quick steps and leaves you.

"Oh, you," Pete taps his finger on your temple, "he's worried about you, and you…"

"What about me?"

"Nothing. Khun Kinn always takes care of his people. Even if he doesn't show it. You'll figure it out, you'll see."

"Pfft, I don't fucking care."

Pete purses his lips and walks away to the other guys. And you sit down on the edge of the pool again and stare stupidly into the water: and also called me an idiot... you're like that yourself.

***

"Pete, what's taking you so long, I'm already here…"

You stop talking. Instead of your roommate, Kinn is standing in the doorway. With the most serious look and a first-aid kit in his hands. Without giving you time for questions and objections, he sits down on the edge of the bed and examines the wound — fortunately you are wearing only a T-shirt and his humiliating and at the same time damn exciting "take off your shirt" does not sound. Kinn opens the first-aid kit, carefully treats the edges of the wound, blows on them while you grimace in complete awe, and makes a bandage. Neat, fast and professional.

"Hmm... you should not be a bandit with such tender hands, but a nurse in a hospital... I mean, a male nurse," you try to make a quiet joke.

Kinn grins, smug and sweet, and you notice for the umpteenth time how you can't take your eyes off his smile — so rare and therefore ... so valuable. And then something incredible happens: Kinn bends down to your shoulder and kisses the bandaged wound and a little higher. Abruptly pulls away and gets to his feet, turning his profile to you and lifting his chin:

"Get well. I have a really important deal in a week."

"Uh-huh..." You are still stunned, "khun Kinn?.."

"What?"

"Thanks. Thanks… for taking care of me."

Kinn smiles faintly and leaves you alone. However, after him, a tray with a delicious and generously laid dinner is brought into the room, which would be enough for five people.

And you know, Kinn cares. And the trace of his kiss still gently envelops the skin. How can I not get better? Who's going to protect him if not me?