Vailed Truths: The Chosen Omega

Unveiling the Depths of Vulnerability

Garfield, standing by the front door of Sailub's residence, kept a sharp eye on the security monitors as he noticed two familiar figures approaching the entrance. Their expressions were a mix of worry and fear, both of them seemingly frantic as they exchanged hurried words. The closer they got, the more their concern became evident. These were people who clearly cared deeply for Pon.

Recognizing them from the brief intel he'd gathered, Garfield realized who they were: Krittin Kitjaruwannakul, known as Pooh, and Atthanin Thaninpanuvivat, also known as Benz. Both were close to Pon, but neither had any idea who Garfield was or why he was at Sailub's house.

With a sigh, Garfield knew he had to make a quick decision. If he didn't let them in, they might make a scene, which was the last thing Pon needed. But if he did, Sailub might not appreciate unexpected visitors, especially given Pon's current state. Weighing his options, Garfield decided it was best to let Sailub know.

Pulling out his phone, Garfield sent a quick text to Sailub, explaining the situation and asking for instructions. Within seconds, his phone buzzed with a response: "Let them in. Bring them to me. Discreetly."

Garfield tucked his phone away and approached the door just as Pooh and Benz arrived. Their eyes widened in surprise as the door opened, revealing the imposing figure of Garfield.

"Who are you?" Pooh asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

"Garfield Kankham," he replied simply, his tone calm but authoritative. "I'm here to ensure Pon's safety. Sailub asked me to bring you to him."

Benz exchanged a glance with Pooh, his concern evident. "Is Pon okay? We've been worried sick."

Garfield's expression softened slightly. "He's safe, but there's something you need to see. Follow me."

Without further explanation, Garfield led them through the grand hallway of Sailub's home, the tension between them palpable. As they walked, Pooh and Benz whispered to each other, their worry growing with each step. They had never imagined finding themselves in this situation, nor did they ever expect to see Pon in such a vulnerable state.

Garfield finally stopped outside Sailub's living room, where the rest of the group had gathered after the earlier discussion. Sailub himself was nowhere to be seen, likely upstairs with Pon, ensuring he was still resting peacefully.

Pavel, Nut, and Michael were deep in conversation but paused as Garfield entered the room, followed by Pooh and Benz. The atmosphere shifted instantly, the newcomers sensing the seriousness of the situation.

Nut was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with surprise. "Pooh? Benz? What are you doing here?"

"We were worried about Pon," Pooh replied quickly. "When we couldn't reach him, we came to check on him. But who is—"

Garfield cut him off, his voice steady. "I'm Sailub's head of security. I've been watching over Pon since the recent incidents. He's upstairs resting."

The tension in the room heightened as Garfield's words sank in. Pooh and Benz exchanged worried glances, understanding the gravity of the situation but still unsure of the full extent.

Pavel, ever the calm mediator, gestured for them to sit. "There's something you should know about Pon's condition."

As they took their seats, Nut glanced at Garfield, silently asking if it was okay to explain further. When Garfield gave a slight nod, Nut turned back to Pooh and Benz, his expression somber.

"Pon's in his Omega headspace," Nut began carefully, watching their reactions closely. "It's a state where he becomes more instinct-driven, more vulnerable. It's not easy for him to get out of it once he's in."

Pooh's eyes widened with shock and concern. "That... that hasn't happened in years. What triggered it?"

Sailub's voice, deep and authoritative, suddenly filled the room as he entered from the staircase. "The break-in at his apartment," he said simply, his presence commanding attention. "He's been through a lot in the past few days. More than he should have to bear."

Benz looked up at Sailub, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and realization. "And he let you see him like that? In his Omega headspace?"

Sailub's gaze softened as he nodded. "He did. He's been through enough, and right now, he needs to feel safe. I'm doing everything I can to make sure he knows he is."

The room fell silent, each person processing what Sailub had just said. They knew how significant it was for Pon to show this side of himself to Sailub, especially considering how guarded Pon usually was.

Pooh's voice wavered slightly as he spoke. "He... he must really trust you, Sailub. Pon doesn't let just anyone see him like that."

Sailub's expression tightened, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. "I know. And I won't let him down."

Garfield, standing quietly in the corner, observed the scene with a keen eye. He had seen many powerful men in his time, but there was something different about Sailub when it came to Pon. The cold, calculating businessman was gone, replaced by someone who genuinely cared, someone who would go to any lengths to protect the Omega he had come to love.

Michael, always one to lighten the mood, tried to inject a bit of levity into the room. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when Sailub Hemmawich was feeding breakfast to someone, let alone an Omega in his lap."

The attempt at humor earned a few strained smiles, but the concern for Pon remained at the forefront. Sailub, however, didn't take the bait. His focus remained unwavering on the task at hand—ensuring Pon's safety and well-being.

"We need to be careful," Pavel said, steering the conversation back to its serious tone. "Pon's in a delicate state right now. We can't afford any more risks."

"I've already increased security around the property," Garfield added. "No one's getting close without me knowing."

Pooh, still visibly shaken by what he had learned, looked at Sailub with a new sense of respect. "Thank you for looking after him, Sailub. Pon's lucky to have you."

Sailub's expression softened again, a rare glimpse of the tenderness he usually kept hidden. "I'm the one who's lucky," he replied quietly. "He's given me a chance to be there for him, and I'm not going to waste it."

Benz, who had been silent for most of the conversation, finally spoke up. "He's stronger than people give him credit for. But right now, he needs all the support he can get. We're here for him, Sailub. Whatever you need."

Sailub nodded, grateful for the solidarity. "Thank you. I'm counting on all of you."

As the group continued to discuss their plans, the gravity of the situation settled in. Pon was in a fragile state, and the road ahead would be challenging. But with Sailub's unwavering resolve and the support of his friends, they were determined to ensure that Pon would come through this stronger than ever.

Upstairs, in the quiet of the bedroom, Pon lay peacefully asleep, unaware of the storm brewing below. But even in his vulnerable state, one thing was certain—he was no longer alone. Sailub and his friends would see to that, no matter what it took.