5 TIMES PRAPAI INSISTS ON SKINSHIP, AND ONE TIME HIS PARENTS DID

SIX :THREE

6:3

Chapter Six : Three

Kinn was on his way home. He was fucking exhausted because some fucked-up Italians thought it would be a great idea to have a party all night long. The only thing Kinn wanted was to go to his room and have Porsche in his arms. But of course, how can Kinn have that? Because he sometimes forgets that he has three nonsense sons who just love to make his life even more chaotic than it already is. 

First, there’s Prapai, who never does what Kinn tells him to do. Like if Kinn says, “Pai, there’s a meeting with the Russian shareholder—make sure to mooch off as much profit as you can,” the next thing he gets is a phone call from that brat’s secretary saying his son somehow got all the profits… and probably created a huge rift with the Russian mafia. Seriously, not one deal has gone Kinn’s way since his son took over the business side.

Then there’s his second son, King. Kinn hasn’t had the grace of seeing him properly at their family home for more than five years. Sure, he comes home sometimes to get smooches from Porsche, but he never stays more than two hours. And not to mention that low-rated office he joined—what kind of salary does he even get from such a shitty place? 

King is a very good hacker—wise and witty. He knows how to get his job done silently. No errors, no bloodshed, no mafia on his tail complaining about how petty his brat is. And that, ironically, annoyed Kinn the most. King never wanted any part in the business—and he had the audacity to make that his birthday wish. What was Kinn supposed to do? Say no? Then he would have Porsche sulking, saying Kinn didn’t love his sons anymore, that was a battle Kinn never wanted.

Then there is his youngest son—Aiyaret. 

Kinn honestly wants to know how the fuck that boy became so chaotic when he was a perfect little angel as a child. Kinn and Porsche didn’t even have to sweat while raising him. He was sweet, calm, and always listened to his parents. Maybe Buddha is giving it all back tenfold, because they haven’t had a single calm moment since Aiyaret hit his teens.

And the problems he creates… Sometimes it’s tiny bombs that blow up the kitchen. Other times, it’s a whole range of colors flooding Kinn’s closet—but never Porsche’s. 

Because that little brat knows perfectly well Porsche won’t hesitate to beat him up if even one white shirt gets ruined.

They thought sending him abroad would fix him—maybe make him calmer like his eldest brother. But no. It got worse. Just last week, Kinn got a call from his teacher saying his son had organized a group orgy  on school grounds, and now he’s suspended. So yeah—sending him to Canada didn’t help at all.

Honestly, sometimes Kinn wonders if Aiyaret is Kim’s son, because the acting that boy does is insane. There was even a time Porsche thought of seeing a doctor to check if Aiyaret had something like DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). But Kinn grew up with Kim, so he knows that’s not it. Aiyaret can smile sweetly one second, and the next second someone’s bleeding because of him.

On second thought… maybe Kinn should take both his son and his brother to that doctor.

Still, it warms his heart knowing Ai loves both his hias very much. He would absolutely destroy anyone who hurts his big brothers. Like that one time he made a cream that made a girl’s skin smell like a rotting corpse—just because she cheated on King. Kinn could cry thinking how that brat could use his brain for studies instead—because he is damn talented.

The only person who can control him is Venice. 

Aiyaret is actually scared of him. He listens to his P’Venice like it’s the most important thing in the world. Porsche once thought maybe Ai had a crush on him—but thankfully that wasn’t the case. Turns out Venice once saved Aiyaret from a snake when he was four, grabbing it with his bare hands. Since then, Ai has respected him like a hero and never wanted to disappoint him.