Aaaaaa did I almost not trick or treat you???
my dearest Faye, you get a whole ficlet (that was a writing exercise with @shou-jpeg but I’ve moderately cleaned up, I am so sorry djdkdkd)
“Come on, come on, hurry up!”
“I’m trying! I didn’t think Khum Kim knew how to set up an electronic safe. This is so much harder to crack into than I thought.”
“Ugh! Have you learned nothing?!” Tankhun shoves Arm aside and looks closely at the safe in his youngest brother’s bedroom. “It’s either something to do with the child or with himself.”
“Khun, if we type in the wrong password, there is no telling what could happen.” Arm pushes up his glasses. “This is Khun Kim we are dealing with.”
Tankhun folds his arms. “I know, that is why you should try the child’s birthday-”
“Fuck! They’re home! What did I tell you!?”
“They’re supposed to be at the studio all afternoon-”
“Useless!” Tankhun yanks Arm towards Kim’s living room. If he knows anything about his brother, it’s that the brat takes far too long to unlace his Doc Martens, so if they’re lucky-
“Quick! Hide behind the sofa!”
They sneak behind the black leather just before Porchay bursts into the living room.
Tankhun sees his brother throw up his hands.
“You’re being unreasonable-”
Arm and Tankhun exchange a look. The younger Kittisawat is not happy.
“You say you’re gonna go every week, and guess what? You’re still here!”
There’s a clattering sound that makes Arm nearly jump out of his skin. “Fucking alright then! I’ll leave! Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Please, for God’s sake, yes! Go find someone else that can do this, because I can’t.”
What could they have possibly been arguing about? They only moved in together a few weeks-
“What the hell are you two doing behind the couch?”
Porchay’s icy voice makes the hairs on the back of Arm’s neck stand straight up before he does. “Khun Porchay!”
“Ohh! My baby!!” Tankhun instantly sweeps Porchay into his arms, pressing his annoyed face into his chest. “What did he do to you!?”
“Did you hear all of that?”
“I did! Don’t you worry! I’ll set him straight!” Tankhun huffs angrily. “The nerve!”
“Isn’t he so stubborn! Why is he asking me to help him find a replacement! And bring him here!”
Tankhun immediately pulls Porchay away. “Are you serious?”
Tankhun immediately crashes Porchay back into his chest. “NOOO, my sweet baby, you don’t EVER have to do that. Kim can find his own replacement! On his own! Nothing could ever replace how beautiful, wonderful, adorable-”
“And it’s not even my apartment!” Porchay yells into Tankhun’s oversized coat.
“I’ll buy you a new house! With whatever you need!” Tankhun sounds like he’s on the brink of tears.
“No,” Porchay groans. “I’m done! We’ve been looking for days, and I’m exhausted.”
The door swings open and a very annoyed Kim walks in. “Okay, so I just spent $4500-”
Tankhun walks right up to him, and before Arm can even blink, the eldest Theerapanyakun smacks the youngest right across the face.
The room is dead quiet as Kim’s face slowly turns back to face the scene in his apartment. There’s a bright red mark across his face.
Kim calmly exhales. “Khun? What are you doing here?”
“How dare you try to replace PORCHAY! How dare you try to make him find your next slut to play with!? Have you no decency!?” Tankhun is shrill and shouting and everyone is utterly gobsmacked.
Tankhun grabs Porchay by the arm and yanks him forward. “This man has put up with your narcissistic bullshit for so long. All for what? For this! To be replaced at the drop of a hat?” Tankhun grabs Kim by the collar of his shirt, releasing a bewildered Porchay behind. “You are a disgusting, vile, piece of shit!” Tankhun’s hand then goes to Kim’s throat, walking him up against the wall.
“Khun!” Porchay’s wail cuts him off.
“Yes, my dear?” Tankhun replies, hand still on Kim’s throat, voice eerily calm.
“Let him go! What the hell are you doing!?”
“What you won’t! No one can replace you, Porchay, you are-”
“Khun! Oh my god, let him go! We’re talking about replacing his grand piano! We need a crane and team to scale this 20 story building, but Kim keeps fucking slacking on finding someone!”
Somehow, the room is more silent than before.
