lovesick ~ Kimchay

Extra : Hia!

The room exploded in a choked sob. Porsche crumpled onto the plush rug, burying his face in his hands. Kinn, concern etched on his face, knelt beside him.

"Porsche," he said softly, voice thick with empathy. "We'll get Chay back. Kim and I made a truce. You'll see him again." Porsche's head snapped up, eyes blazing with fury.

"Truce? Why the hell does he need a truce for my own blood brother?" His voice cracked on the last word, raw with a grief he couldn't contain.

"Porsche," he explained patiently. "A truce. It allows you and Porchay to see each other."

Porsche scoffed. "Damn It Kinn! This isn't some playground squabble, All these—

He says pointing at every black suit wearing Guards roaming around.

—They didn't lift a finger to stop him from taking me away!"

The weight of Porsche's words hung heavy in the air.

The room was a storm of emotions. Porsche, face crumpled in despair, slammed his fist against the wall. "Why? Why did he have to take Chay?"

Kinn, eyes heavy with a shared grief, pulled Porsche into a hug. "We don't know yet, Porsche. But we'll get him back."

Porsche pushed away, a raw anger replacing his despair. "Don't give me that! You knew, didn't you? You knew Kim wanted Chay and you made some kind of deal!"

Kinn flinched. "It's not that simple. W.e..

The room was suffocating, not from lack of air, but from a suffocating silence. Porsche sat on the edge of the sofa, fists clenched, knuckles white.

The door creaked open, revealing Korn's stoic facade. He surveyed the scene with a practiced eye before his gaze settled on Porsche. "Enough," he boomed, his voice surprisingly laced with.. unease.

Porsche flinched but didn't back down. Kinn, however, shot his father a questioning look.

"And why didn't you try to stop him? Aren't You his goddam Father!" Porsche challenged, his anger simmering, Korn's gaze hardened.

"Because frankly, Porsche, Kim had us over a barrel. In the mafia world, power speaks louder than words." He spoke with a tremor in his voice. Porsche clenched his jaw.

Korn ignored it, striding into the room with predatory grace. He continues "Someone is desperate He couldn't touch Kim, so now he targets his weakness."

Porsche's anger simmered down, replaced by a cold dread. This was exactly what he feared.

Chay, innocent and kind, caught in the crossfire. Korn's words painted a terrifying picture.

Across the house, Tankhun paced the opulent living room, his brow furrowed in thought. Arm, his ever-present shadow, stood by silently.

"No CCTV footage," Tankhun muttered, frustration evident in his voice. "They planned this meticulously. But why only Chay and Kim? Macau and those friends were unharmed."

Arm echoed his confusion. "It doesn't make sense. Targeting Chay... unless they know something we don't."

The tension in the room was palpable as the phone started to ring. Tankhun spun around, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes

"Pol?" he questioned, his voice laced with anticipation

Pol is on the Phone from the other side, his face grim. "No leads, Khun Tankhun. We're searching everywhere, but they've vanished or every evidence"

he announced. "Also there are no leads. Forensics found nothing at the scene."

Tankhun's face darkened. This was different. It felt calculated, and precise. A shiver ran down his spine.

He needed to see his brothers With a curt nod to Arm, he stormed out, heading straight for the tense standoff in Kinn and Porsche's room.

The tension In the house was palpable as Tankhun approached Kinn and Porsche's room. He could hear the muffled sounds of their argument even before he reached the door.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with despair and anger. Porsche stood rigid, eyes still blazing with barely contained fury.

Kinn was pacing, his expression a mixture of guilt and determination. Korn's presence loomed over them all, his face a mask of authority.

"Kinn, Porsche," Tankhun's voice cut through the tension. "We need to strategize. Pol has no leads. We can't rely on anyone else."

Porsche turned, his eyes locking onto Tankhun's. "Strategize? What's the point if we can't trust anyone?"

Tankhun nodded. "That's exactly why we need to take matters into our own hands. We're the only ones who can bring Chay back."

Kinn stopped pacing, turning to face his brother. "What do you suggest, Tankhun?"

Tankhun's eyes flickered to Korn before he spoke. We need to consider all our options, even the ones that make us uncomfortable." He hesitated, then continued, "Kim might have had reasons for what he did. We need to find out what those are."

Porsche's face contorted with frustration. "And how do you propose we do that? Kim won't just tell us.

Tankhun glanced at Korn, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod. "We need to put pressure on Kim's contacts, his allies. Find out who might have information about his movements and plans.

Kinn's eyes narrowed. "That could take time we don't have. Chay's safety is our priority."
Porsche stepped forward, his voice low and fierce "Then let's start with the people closest to Kim. Someone knows something. And if they don't want to talk..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

Korn's voice broke through the charged silence. "I'll coordinate our resources. We'll need to move quickly and quietly."

"Chan!"

As Korn issued orders, Kinn and Porsche exchanged glance.
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"Phi Kim~

Porchay whined for the third time. Kim's sighs and get up.

"Just eat Chay. You need energy Don't you?"Kim said, trying to keep his voice steady and reassuring

Porchay looked up at him, his eyes wide and searching. "Phi Kim, what's going on? I don't understand.."

Kim forced a smile, his heart aching at the fear and uncertainty in Chay's voice. "I don't know, Chay Everything's a bit chaotic right now. But you need to trust me, okay? We'll figure it out."

Chay's brow furrowed, clearly not convinced. "But Phi, it doesn't make sense. Why would anyone want to hurt us?"

Kim knelt beside him, placing a hand on Chay's shoulder. "I don't know, Chay. But whatever happens I'm here for you. Now please, just eat. We need to stay strong."

As Chay reluctantly picked at his food, Kim's mind raced. He hated lying to Chay, but everything now was too dangerous. He had to protect, even if it meant keeping him in the dark for now.