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Kim was on his way out of the gym when he got snatched by two men and pulled into a dark room, illuminated just by a small lamp on the table which was now blinding him as it was almost shoved into his face.
Kim rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair with one simple word on his lips, "what?"
"What?" Takhun threw his hands up into the air.
"Yeah, what?"
"You've been suspiciously quiet these past weeks," Kinn said as he emerged from the shadows.
"I'm always quiet," Kim pointed out casually.
"Yes, but you have been even more quiet, recently," Porsche appeared next to Kinn, watching Kim suspiciously.
"I have been not," Kim tried to dismiss the idea. "Ask your brother."
"Chay doesn't count. You are an entirely different person when you are with him," Porsche argued.
"See? I'm with him almost 24/7, so why should you be bothered about how quiet or not quiet I am?"
"Something's going on," Tankhun said conspirationaly and slammed his hands on the table, right in front of Kim. "And you are gonna tell us!"
Kim raised his hand and turned the lamp away from him, so now the lamp was illuminating his eldest brother's face instead of his, "and why should I tell you?"
"Because it's killing me!" Tankhun whined. "It's killing me not to know. I have to know! Come on! Give me something I can work with... please."
"It's about Chay, isn't it?" Kinn spoke.
"Oh god," Porsche sighed beside Kinn. "Kimhan I swear to god if you are planning to break up—"
"Break up?" for the first time since they pulled him into this stupid room, Kim raised his voice. "I want to marry him!" Kim's shoulders fell as he let out a deep breath, "the problem is that I don't know how to ask him."
"Did he just admit that he doesn't know how to do something?" Tankhun looked wide-eyed at Kinn.
"Did you just say that you want to marry my little brother?" Porsche murmured.
"To be fair, Chay isn't that little anymore," Kinn shrugged. In the next moment, Porsche gave his husband such an ugly stare that even the mafia leader himself feared for his life for a second or two.
"Yes, Porsche, I want to marry Chay. And I will, whether you like it or not." Kim stood up, too tense to be sitting in one place. He started pacing the room. "Well, I mean... if he wants to marry me." He suddenly looks at his brothers, his eyes frantic and almost scared, "what if he doesn't want to marry me? What if he says no? And how am I supposed to even ask him? Should I make it this grand and memorable occasion, or should it be just natural when we are just doing everyday things? And what about my clothes? Do you think that my leather jacket is too casual? Should I put on a suit? But my Chay loves the jacket. He always steals it from me and then says that it's one of my pieces of clothing that smells the most like me. And should I do this whole thing of going down on one knee, or people don't do it anymore? Gosh," Kim ran his fingers through his hair messy from the workout he had before. "Kinn, how did you do it? How did you ask Porsche to marry you?" Kim turned to Porsche, "and you... why did you say yes?"
