In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

19. Omega Drop ( pt2 )

It had been two days since Porchay last opened his door. Two days of untouched meals stacked neatly outside his room. Two days of silence, of absence, of invisibility.

He hadn't answered his door, Even Cleaning staff had given up knocking, assuming he wanted privacy. It wasn't unusual for the young man to fade into the background; after all, his presence at the compound was often negligible, overshadowed by the looming presence of his older brother, Porsche Kittisawasd.

No one noticed.

No one cared.

No one gave it much thought.

Porsche, too entangled in his new life with Kinn his Alpha mate and the weight of a mafia empire, hadn't checked in.

The mounting responsibilities weighed heavily on him. What could he even do about it? He knew he had a strong brother; he had raised him to be resilient despite their status as omegas. Deep down, he knew that Porchay could take care of himself.

The bodyguards meant to keep an eye on Porchay hadn't thought it worth their effort. Treating their job as more symbolic than necessary. They weren't even stationed near his hallway. After all, he wasn't a threat, wasn't important enough to warrant attention.

Porchay was simply... there.

A harmless tagalong.

But Tankhun Theerapanyakul noticed. He always noticed. Everything. Despite his flamboyant exterior, Khun had a way of seeing the cracks in people that others ignored.

Khun had always taken a soft spot for Porchay. To him, Porchay wasn't just Porsche's younger brother, he was someone who deserved care, attention, and affection. He understood him.

He understood what omegas needed most because he was one himself. Perhaps he was a broken one, but he was still in tune with his instincts.

So, when he passed Porchay's hallway that morning, his sharp eyes caught the trays piled outside the door. The sight struck him like a gut punch.

He was getting uneasy.

Four meals. Two days. Untouched.

"Arm! Pol!" Khun's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. The easy, teasing lilt he usually carried was gone, replaced by a raw urgency that sent a chill down their spines. "How long has it been like this?"

The guards exchanged nervous glances. "We... uh, we thought he needed space, Khun," Pol stammered.

"Space?" Khun's tone turned icy, his brows furrowing as he stepped closer to the door. "You thought leaving him alone for two days was giving him space? Do you have any idea what could've happened in there?"

They didn't respond. What could they say?

Khun didn't wait for an answer. He pressed his ear to the door, listening intently. Nothing. Not a sound. The silence clawed at his nerves.

"Break it down," he ordered, his voice trembling slightly, though he masked it with authority.

Pol hesitated. "Khun, we don't-"

"Break. It. Down." Khun's voice cracked, his worry bleeding through. "If you make me say it again, I swear-"

Arm and Pol moved immediately, their hesitation replaced by action. Two hard strikes, and the door burst open, the sound reverberating through the hallway like a thunderclap.

He was the first to step inside. The sight inside stopped Khun dead in his tracks.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn tight, suffocating the space in a heavy gloom.