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Porsche was pretty sure he had died.
No, no, scratch that, he was sure he had fucked up.
“Sir Porsche, this way, please.” Hands took him by the biceps, holding him tightly, preventing him from escaping.
*Oh shit, I’m so fucked, what the fuck* Porsche was positive he had died yesterday, specifically while watching his favorite program and eating gummy bears.
That’s right, Porsche had died asphyxiated… because of a gummy bear. Holy hell, he was so stupid, at least he was thankful his ghost hadn’t stayed with his corpse, he wouldn’t had been able to handle people’s expressions after knowing such pathetic cause of death.
“Sir Porsche, you look very beautiful this morning.” Another voice said, a maid, by the looks of it.
“Mmm…” He answered because he didn’t know what the fuck else to say.
He stood in front of a mirror, a very beautiful, very expensive mirror, his reflection looked right back at him, there, on the other side, he could see himself, same sharp handsome face, same tall height, same eyes. Porsche got closer to the surface, carefully taking notice of what he was seeing, although his appearance was exactly the same, he could pint point some differences, like his once dry blemished skin being now smooth and moist; his lips, that used to crack every time he moved his mouth, now being pink and full, well taken care of and all pretty like; his hair was also different, longer and his strands were shiny and healthy, not at all death and stiff, like in his last life.
“What the fuck.” Porsche scream-whispered, taking all in, horrified.
“Sir, this way please.” Said what Porsche supposed was a servant. He followed her, looking around as they were walking, watching the high ceilings, the dark heavy oak doors and its expensive well crafted arcs, the shiny and clean floors… “Sir, we have prepared your clothes for Sir Kinn’s arrival,” Porsche did a doble take at that, he stood still, feeling his body freeze , looking at the woman with growing terror.
“What did you say?” Porsche moved his face until it was only inches away from the poor woman, a manic glint drowning his handsome features.
“I-“ the maid cleared her throat, suddenly feeling nervous by the young master’s behavior. “We have prepared the clothes for Sir Kinn’s arrival.”
“Kinn?” Porsche repeated almost hysterically. “Kinn Annakin?!” Porsche gripped his hair “Kinn Annakin Teerapanyakun??!!” He said the last part screaming.
The maid took a few steps back, but upon seeing the state her young master was in, she carefully and very slowly approached him, her hand went to the boy’s forehead, searching for any kind of sickness.
“Young master, are you okay? If you’re feeling under the weather, I could contact the Teerapanyakun’s servants, I’m sure Sir Kinn would understand.” The maid didn’t have the heart to tell him Sir Kinn would probably be overjoyed to cancel the appointment.
She looked at him pitifully, “Sir I know how much you wanted to see your fiancé, but with the state you are in, I’m afraid it won’t be possible.” The young master snapped his head up.
“My fucking what?!”
“Your… fiancé?” She carefully intoned the word, knowing the young master was currently in a bad condition, she would make sure to call the doctor after taking care of Porsche.
“I don’t- I- what the hell-“Porsche took a deep breath, trying to clear his head every time he inhaled. His mind was a mess and his thoughts were fighting each other, overcrowding one another. After some more breathing exercises, Porsche finally looked at the maid with a crooked smile, “You do that.”
“Sir?” The servant tilted her head, “I’m sorry sir but… could you be more specific?”
Porsche’s smile trembled, sweat began forming at his temples and neck.
“Of course,” He pronounced with a little crack at the end, “I want you to cancel the meeting with-“ he choked on the word, “ My fiancé, ugh.”
“Most immediately, Sir.” The woman waied to him - to him!!- turned around and left him alone in the middle of the hallway. After he lost sight of her, Porsche crumbled down until his forehead was touching the floor. He wanted to sob, to cry, to scream until everything was back to normal, until he woke up from this nightmare and went back to his shitty life in his shitty apartment, alas, after some minutes panicking on the floor, Porsche began to realize he was actually alive, in his body not-really-his-body, in a new fancy life, inside the last novel he had read to impress a girl.
He got up, fixed himself and entered the bedroom the woman had appointed him to change in.
The room was big, its whole size was basically Porsche’s dining room back at home. He ignored the details and went to the clothes neatly folded on a fancy sofa. There was an expensive white coat that went perfectly with the cream colored button up shirt next to it, there were also slacks in some light shade of brown and dress brown shoes, Porsche kicked them with disgust after throwing the shirt on the floor.
*What kind of clothes are these, I ain’t going to the temple*
He let himself fall on the sofa, his nape resting on the crest rail while his body just flowed down unceremoniously.
*I think, I’d be better off death*
Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, the main antagonist of a BL novel he began reading because of a girl, also the only character to suffer the worst death in the book thanks to Kinn’s ire. At the beginning, Porsche began reading the novel after some pretty girl from his university told him she was reading a book with a villain named the same as him, the girl had been attractive, had a good body and big boobs, he hadn’t been paying attention to what she was saying, only oohing and aahing at the right parts and nodding at some others, when the conversation had ended, she had lent him the novel, begging him to read it so they could talk more afterwards.
Porsche had accepted. He didn’t have any reason not to, it was the end of the semester, and even though he was kind of busy at the bar he could make some time to read some pages and then ask the girl out.
And so, Porsche began reading, and reading… and reading, cursing Kinn’s name at every page, sneering at Tawan for being a useless piece of shit and being a fake martyr but still getting the man at the end and feeling rage and indignation towards the villain, the one who had the same name as him, for loving so much to the point of being obsessed towards a man who couldn’t even stand him.
Porsche -the one in the novel- was a pathetic twat who had been in love with Kinn the first time he saw him at an auction, he was so in love, so enamored that he begged his rich as fuck parents for a meeting with him, promptly, he became obsessed, Porsche had always been useless at everything other than shopping or spending his parents’ money, but after Kinn, he finally had a goal in mind: make him his. And so the chase (stalkering) began, he entered the same university as Kinn, began frequenting the same establishments as him, until he ended up practically forcing him to a one sided engagement, thanks to Kinn’s father considering more pros than cons to this marriage since he was from a family of high status, the old man had basically sold him off to Porsche.
Henceforth, introducing Tawan, the main love interest of the novel and Kinn’s real lover. Tawan was a well mannered soft spoken boy, he was a saint, a martyr, a pretty kid, bullied by the big monster Porsche for being loved by Kinn, he hated him so much that Porsche hired a hitman to kill Tawan, but of course because it was a BL novel, Kinn ended up knowing about it and rescued Tawan all heroically and Disneyly-princess like, Porsche, clouded by jealousy, made a big mistake and fell into a pond full of crocodiles (what the fuck) although “fell” was an understandment, Kinn was too close to him at the time, He would bet all his money on Kinn actually pushing Porsche, dying eaten alive by them.
And they lived happily ever after.
Except not really! Because now Porsche, the badass Porsche, the not-a-piece-of-weak-ass-pussy Porsche, was here, and so, so not interested in Kinn’s ass.
Fuuuuuuckkkkk hiiiiiim, he was so dead.
A knock brought him back from his stupor, he jumped off the sofa just in time for the door to open and two people to walk in.
“Oh my son, I heard from the maid that you’re feeling unwell?” Porsche looked at the well dressed woman in front of him. She was old but beautiful, she was wearing olive slacks and a white Chanel shirt, her face looked kind and lovely, with thin eyebrows and pink lips. Next to her was a serious man -his father??- the man had a mustache with no hair, he was wearing a black suit that went perfectly with his round eyeglasses.
“Porsche?” The lady called him, she furrowed her eyebrows worriedly. “You’re sweating, do you have a fever?” Her hand touched her son’s neck. “You do feel hot.”
“I-“ Porsche gently removed her hand, “I’m feeling okay…mother.” What a strange word for him to say, years of being an orphan never made him used to it.
“But-“
“Mother, I think I will rest in my bedroom for now.” Before she had the opportunity to say something else he took off, walking down the aisle towards the direction of the first room he had woken up in. When he finally got there, he locked the door and fell into his bed with a tired sigh.
“Ahhhh, this is not happening.” He sobbed. He turned and faced the ceiling, thoughtful.
Maybe he could change the future? He was Porsche, but not the one from the novel, he didn’t have any feelings towards Kinn, well no, that was a lie, he had hateful feelings towards him, throughout the novel, Kinn had always been very condescending to Porsche, he always used sarcasm and when he wasn’t speaking to him, he just ignored him, he actually became the laughing stock of the whole community after getting engaged to Kinn only for Kinn to be seen very cozy around Tawan, it had been a low blow for Porsche.
But now, Porsche could change that, based on what the maid had said, it looked like he was already engaged to Kinn, that also meant that Kinn already knew Tawan and was halfway in love with him. It was okay, Porsche could get them together earlier than in the novel, he could pair them up, maybe Kinn would finally grow some balls to break off the engagement or maybe Porsche could come up with something to do it. Either way, it was convenient for him to match them both, with his new presence and with him being in the body of the villain he could change all the bullshit the old Porsche committed.
Porsche nodded, suddenly feeling full of life.
Right, first:
- Do not get in Kinn’s way.
He may be the love interest but it was heavily implied in the novel that he actually came from a family of power -cough cough the mafia cough cough- Porsche didn’t want to get his brains blown, thank you very much.
- Do not bully Tawan.
Tawan was the apple of Kinn’s eye, his future “wife”, if he screwed Tawan, he had no doubt he would be screwed in return.
2.Do not be a creepy annoying piece of shit.
Porsche reluctantly admitted that part of why Kinn treated him as if he had stepped on poop -him being the poop- was because he acted worse than a delusional yandere. He had basically wormed his way into Kinn’s life whether he liked it or not; stalking him to his favorite places, befriending Kinn’s close acquaintances, even getting to the point of trying to buy Kinn’s bodyguards in exchange of information… or photos.
And finally…
3. Live this second chance as if it was his last.
On second thought, Porsche wouldn’t deny he was actually glad he had a new opportunity to live. In his old life, he still had so many things to do, so many places to go, so many new things to try. Now he could actually achieve his ambitions, even better, it looked like he didn’t have to worry about money, unlike his last life where he counted every penny and only ate one glass of water with a dumpling, in this new life he was loaded, he lived in a nice house, with servants and maids!
If he had known, he would’ve died long ago!
With no strings attaching him to his old life, with no family and no sentimental value to anything he possessed -after all, everything he had, was in debt, he was even still paying for his phone - Porsche felt no remorse for leaving everything in the past, after all, he was an easygoing person, he was a relaxed, calm and collected man, who could handle every situation thrown his way well…
Right.
A ping brought him back to reality, he frowned and followed the sound until he found a cellphone, the last iPhone model.
With wide eyes, he held the phone as if it was a newborn baby.
How is it going with Kinn?
-Tem
Porsche reread the name.
*Tem? Wasn’t that Porsche’s best friend in the novel??*
It was only a passing paragraph explaining Porsche’s lack of social life, with only one person by his side as a friend, Porsche had always been a very lonely kid. He actually felt pity for him.
Porsche unlocked the phone with his thumb print, he didn’t know the password, but there was no doubt it had something to do with Kinn, like his birthday or some cheesy shit.
What? He typed
Umm… Ur meeting with Kinn? Weren’t U going to see him this morning??
-Tem
Ahh, that of course.
I felt sick, had to cancel it, call you later K?
And with that, Porsche closed the message and began snooping around the other’s phone.
“Damn, the guy was sick in the head.”
Thousands of photos were what met him after opening the gallery, most of them of Kinn, a few others of his parents, one or two of his friend Tem and only one of himself, it was clear the guy had bad self esteem.
Disgusted, Porsche closed the gallery and opened his contact list, he had very few, incredibly enough, the first one wasn’t Kinn, but his parents, the second was Kinn and the last one Tem, Porsche felt disappointed, he had actually hoped he had Tawan’s, but thinking twice about it, it didn’t make any sense.
Porsche opened LINE, ignored the new message he saw from Tem and looked for Kinn’s chat.
When he found it and began reading it, he didn’t know if he wanted to cry or laugh. Porsche began all the conversations, with Kinn only answering in monosyllables, sometimes he sent him photos of what he was doing or wearing, only for that asshole to completely ignore the message.
How embarrassing.
Porsche scrolled up and stopped at the beginning of the chat.
Hello Kinn, this is Porsche 😄
Hello
-Kinn
What are you doing? 😃
Work
-Kinn
Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were working, I’ll leave you to it then 😊
Yes
-Kinn
Porsche was beyond embarrassed, all their conversations had been similar, with original Porsche trying to have a nice chat with Kinn and Kinn responding with a word.
*Fucking asshole*
He took notice of the date, the first message was sent four months ago, reading what the original typed, it looked like their engagement wasn’t that old, that was good, Porsche still had the opportunity to not fuck up this new life.
He walked to the door and opened it, stepping outside; taking a deep breath, Porsche began roaming around the house, it was big, too big for only a little family of three.
*Rich people* Porsche thought, after passing a big pool, next to it, was a well equipped gym, he immediately trotted there.
“Sir Porsche!” Inside the gym were a few men doing exercise, they stopped moving and greeted him the moment they saw him, “Sir Porsche is there something wrong? Was there a security breach?”
Porsche looked at him strangely, “What?” he asked. The boy took in the men’s appearance, all of them were tall and muscular, older than him but not by much.
*Could they be the bodyguards?*
“Nothing has happened.” They looked at each other worriedly.
“Sir, I’m sorry, may I ask, what are you doing here?” Porsche huffed and crossed his arms in front of his torso.
Wasn’t he supposed to be the young master of the house? Why was he getting interrogated? Couldn’t he go whenever he wanted without the need to explain himself?
“Am I trespassing? Is here off of limits?” The men shook their heads aggressively, they denied it, putting their arms in front of them and moving them from one side to the other.
“No, no of course not, Sir.” A young man said, now that Porsche noticed it, that boy was the only one closer to his age, he wasn’t ugly, not at all, he actually stood out from most of the other bodyguards, Porsche narrowed his eyes suspiciously and pointed at him.
“You, what’s your name?” The boy pointed to himself and nervously answered, “I’m Pete, Sir.” Porsche clicked his tongue in annoyance, he knew who Pete was, the fucker was actually working under Kinn, the asshole had sent him to his house to spy on him, he wasn’t a bad guy per se, it was thanks to Pete that a lot of the original schemes against Tawan went wrong, but his presence put him on edge, what if Pete realized Porsche wasn’t actually Porsche? What if he took notice of his strange behavior?
He tried to calm down.
Even if they noticed something was different, they couldn’t do anything, what were they gonna do? claim he was a clone? a long lost twin brother?? Porsche was pretty sure the body he was in was actually the original’s, he couldn't feel his old calluses nor the scars he used to have, he was safe… for now.
“I’m here because I want to exercise.”
“Exercise?!” Pete exclaimed, getting elbowed by his partners.
“Yes, that’s what one does when going to the gym.”
“No, I mean, yeah of course, Sir. Sorry, sir.” Porsche nodded with a charming smile on his face.
“I’m sorry, sir, but… the clothes you are wearing are not fit for exercising, you could hurt yourself,” it was only then when Porsche realized he was wearing pajamas, flower printed pajamas.
His face turned hot, his blush went down from his face to his chest, he could feel himself vibrating from embarrassment.
*what the fuck is this, how old am I?? Five??*
Porsche cleared his throat and answered, “Yeah, right, I’ll come back in a moment.” And he ran out of the gym towards his room to change.
Porsche looked around for clothes and when he didn’t find anything he stopped a servant.
“Where are my clothes?”
“Sir?” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“My clothes, where are they?”
“Sir, is something wrong? Your clothes have always been in your closet room”
“My… closet room…” the maid looked worried.
“Sir, I don’t think you’re feeling so good, it’d be for the best to go back and take a rest”. The servant took him by the elbow trying to make him enter his room.
“No, I was just… I mean, I couldn’t find my special shirt, could you help me find it?” Porsche was cringing at his own words.
The maid’s face became soft, “But of course, Sir, let’s go.”
It turned out, Porsche did had clothes, a lot of them, too much of them, he had so many clothes that they didn’t fit in his own room, his “closet room”, as the servants called it, was a chamber full of shit in a completely separated space from his bedroom, like in the dramas he used to watch when he had free time, the closet was big, full of clothes, jewelry, shoes, ties and what not.
“What shirt would you have me find, sir?” Porsche looked at her, he had completely forgotten she was here.
“Where are my sports clothes?” The servant frowned.
“Sport clothes, sir?”
Porsche tried not to roll his eyes or scream, “Yes, sport clothes.”
“Sir, I don’t think you’re in the state of–“
Porsche exploded, “ I will decide in what state I’m in! I will decide what to do! And what I want to do now is go to the fucking gym, I know you’re doing your job, but what’s with you all controlling me and trying to order me around??!” The maid looked at her feet, Porsche felt ashamed of himself, only one day and he was treating the workers the same way rich people used to treat him every time they went to the bar, “ Look, I’m sorry I took it out on you, I know you’re only doing your job…” Porsche wasn’t used to people ordering him and controlling him, he had always been independent, only him, himself and his person, it was frustrating when someone else thought they had the right to tell him what to do, “ Could you just… I mean, do you know where the gym clothes are?”
The maid nodded and pointed at one part of the closet, Porsche moved his head in thanks.
“Thank you, you can go now” the maid waied and left the room.
He touched his face and massaged his temples.
“I’m such a fucking asshole.” He walked to the drawer and opened it, looking inside he groaned.
“What the hell is this shit?” All the clothes inside were in pastel tones, Porsche didn’t have anything against pastels, he just didn’t like to wear them, they made him uncomfortable. Before his job at the bar, Porsche had always been a blue collar worker, that kind of job required dark colors so it wasn’t obvious how dirty they were.
Even though he was now living some rich kid’s life he still hadn’t forgotten his old one.
Porsche opened the rest of the drawers and the dresser, all the clothes inside were shit, not only were they in light colors but they also looked like something a nun would wear. What's up with all those loose fitted shirts, what about the baggy slacks and pants? Porsche used to wear fitted clothes, despite him not being in his past body, the current one wasn’t so bad, he didn’t have his muscles but he also wasn’t out of shape, Porsche just needed to hit the gym and he would recuperate the mass instead of being a skinny twat.
He couldn’t believe he was saying this but he needed to go shopping.
~•~
After hours of looking for something decent to wear outside (a monotone look of a white baggy shirt with white jeans), hours of searching for his wallet and keys and some more time surfing the web for a good mall to shop, he was finally ready.
He went out of the house, and began walking to the nearest bus stop according to what google maps was telling him. The mall in question wasn’t a fancy one, Porsche was sure the clothes he liked to wear weren’t in shops such as Gucci or Prada, he was more of a Walmart and garage sales guy.
After waiting for some minutes the bus finally came and as he got in he wondered where Kinn was, how he looked and what was he doing.
He wasn’t interested in him, but he couldn’t deny, Kinn was an unusual person, he had read his life after all, he knew all about his mother’s assassination, the strangled relationship with his brothers and his indifference towards his father. Everything in Kinn’s life was already written in paper, even though he was powerful, he was still under his father’s thumb, he was the next heir, he had to be perfect and that included making perfect decisions, Tawan hadn’t been one of them; at least, his father didn’t consider it so, saying Tawan was a sheep in wolf’s clothing and that he was only with him for his money. Kinn of course, didn’t pay attention to what he had said, Tawan was the first decision he had ever made, he wasn’t going to leave him just because his father had some misconceptions.
Porsche leaned his forehead against the window.
Most of the novel was written from Kinn’s point of view, so Porsche considered he actually knew Kinn’s personality and train of thought very well, what was a big mystery here, were his brothers and Tawan, Porsche didn’t worry about the first ones, he didn’t think he would get to know them, he would make sure to break off the engagement before he got to meet the psychos, no, the biggest unknown here was Tawan, could it be possible that he actually was a double faced bitch? Well, whatever the outcome was, it wasn’t his problem, Porsche just needed to make sure to get the two together so he could be out of the equation.
The bus stopped at his destination, Porsche got out and began walking towards the mall, he was lucky it wasn’t far from the station.
He wasn’t the kind of person to look around when entering a mall, he actually got kind of stressed if he passed too much time around shops, so he just beelined to Walmart, approached the men clothes section and began choosing some tank tops, dark fitted shirts, dark skinny and straight jeans and sports clothes. After he finished and felt satisfied he went directly to the cashier.
He was about to go back home when he stopped in front of a converse shop, he remembered he didn’t have any “decent” shoes apart from the only tenis shoes he was already wearing.
He shrugged and entered the shop, already knowing what he wanted; the classic black boot converse style.
“Hello, sir, may I help you?” A cute kid came to him, he nodded and recited the number and type of shoes he wanted.
“I don’t need to try them on, I already know they are gonna fit.” The kid smiled at him and went to the back of the store to retrieve them for him.
Porsche waited for him, sitting on a stool and watching curiously around him. The door’s bell chimed, announcing the presence of new customers. Porsche was about to look when the kid came back with his shoes.
“Will that be all?”
“Yes.” Porsche offered him the black card he had found in his wallet. With his new shoes in one hand and the rest of his bags in the other, Porsche turned around only to stop abruptly after he ran into a stranger, he was about to apologize when the man spoke.
“What are you doing here?” Porsche looked up, the man in front of him wasn’t much taller than him, but he was broader making him look imposing, he was handsome; with fair skin, thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his hair was raven black, not too long but not too short, he was wearing a shirt with the first buttons down and tight fitted black slacks that didn’t left anything to the imagination, letting everyone see long strong legs.
Porsche frowned looking at the man and then at the boy at his side. Said boy widened his eyes when he noticed his gaze on him, he hid behind the man, whimpering.
The other moved the boy behind him so he was completely covered by his high stature.
“I said–“
“I heard you just fine the first time.” The man raised his eyebrows until they almost touched his hairline, Porsche was impressed, “Geez, I wonder what a person would do in a shoe shop.”
The man sneered at him and crossed his arms in front of his chest, Porsche’s eyes went directly at them, they were nice arms, sue him.
“A person like you. ” He intoned the “you” with disgust, “wouldn’t be in this kind of low class mall, were you stalking me again?”
*Stalking him again?* Porsche furrowed his brows *wait… don’t tell me this is–??!*
“Kinn.” said a breathy voice behind him, “Kinn let’s go, I’m scared.”
If this was Kinn, then the guy behind him was Tawan? The audacity of this bitch, scared of what? He wasn’t even that pretty, such a bad taste in men, Kinn.
Kinn’s gaze softened and then hardened when he turned to look at him.
“I’m not stalking you.” Porsche moved the bags he was holding, “I was shopping.”
“Of course you were shopping.” Kinn rolled his eyes, “What I want to know is why you were shopping here.”
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking entitled.” Kinn’s surprised face comforted him, he guessed Kinn wasn’t used to someone talking back, even less from Porsche, the guy who was infatuated with him and treated him as if he farted perfume. “I’m sorry your majesty, did I step on your moment?”
“I- what?” Porsche smiled at him, Kinn was stunned.
“Are you deaf or just stupid?” At this point Tawan had stopped hiding behind Kinn and was looking at him with narrowed eyes, where was the damsel in distress act? “This is a public place, I’m my own person and I can go wherever the hell I want,” Porsche’s smile became wider and wider with every word he spouted, Kinn closed his dry eyes, he didn’t know when he had stopped blinking, he sighed and massaged his globes.
“Look this is not the time to–“
“Great, I’m going then, have a lo-ve-ly date,” Porsche turned around, walking decidedly out of the store when he spotted a man entering it, years of living in a dangerous neighborhood had taught him how to and when to spot danger, he knew he was right when he watched the man move his hand to the inside of his baggy jacket pocket, he was wearing a black cap that obscured most of his face, but his posture betrayed what he was about to do, he was facing towards Kinn, the other wasn’t aware of the man’s presence because he was too busy scolding Porsche to pay attention to his surroundings, when he saw the first sight of a gun, Porsche knew he had to act.
“Kinn! Watch out!” Porsche ran towards Kinn, the last one was confused but promptly realized what the other was trying to do when he saw the man at the other side of the store. He had already pulled out his gun, aiming at Kinn when Porsche finally got to him and tackled him alongside Tawan to the floor.
The shot echoed through the store withdrawing panicked screams in the mall, when Porsche looked back the man was already gone.
“Fuck.” A breathy moan made him look at the sound, Kinn was under him with tightly closed eyes and one of his hands gripping his bicep.
“Fuck.” Porsche repeated, looking at the blood oozing out of the gaps of his fingers “You were shot, you fucking idiot.”
Kinn opened his eyes and looked at Porsche undignified.
“Why are you insulting me?!”
“I’m just stating a fact.”
“You-!” A wheeze froze the two of them, “Oh shit, Tawan!” Kinn screamed trying to get up so his weight didn’t crush him.
“Porsche help me up!” The named one crossed his arms and turned up his nose.
“I don’t want to.”
“Porsche!”
“Oh my god, fine.” The boy wasn’t as strong as he was in his original body, he had to hug Kinn’s waist to be able to lift him off Tawan.”You’re so fucking fat.”
“Porsche, I swear to god–“
“Look, there is Tawan!” He pointed at the body that was still on the floor, Kinn snapped his head towards the direction, Porsche took the opportunity to leave, he turned around and began running towards the exit, not without his new clothes and shoes.
“Porsche, you fucking asshole!” He heard a voice behind him but he was already too far to care, with a smile on his face he took the bus home.
~•~
“What were you thinking?!” Turns out being a rich kid didn't mean he didn’t have responsibilities. Porsche kept looking at his shoes, utterly grounded by his mother’s screams, “Going out without saying where, without your bodyguards, without responding to your phone!” The last sentence was practically shouted in his ear making him flinch.
“Oh, my dear,” His father said, calmly. “Leave him alone, he’s still young, it’s understandable he wanted to be alone.” His mother huffed and finally sat down next to her husband, shooting angry gazes at Porsche. “Besides,” his father smiled at him proudly, “Our boy saved his fiance’s life.”
“Ah!” His mother got up again and began pacing around the room, “That reminds me,” she clapped her hands with a bright smile, Porsche was astounded by the rapid change of humor the woman had, “Mister Korn called, he was forever grateful to you for saving his son’s life,” Porsche nodded. “So…” she sat down next to him with a manic glint in her eyes “I asked… if you could go take care of his son until his injury healed.”
“What?!” Porsche aggressively stood up, “Why did you do that?! I refuse!”
“Aww, my dear son, no need to be shy, Mister Korn and I already know how in love you are with Kinn.” Porsche wanted to puke.
“Mother no, I don’t–” Her smile began cracking, her eyes suddenly turned cold, making him shiver. “No? Porsche, do I have to remind you who was the one who begged your father and Mister Korn to marry his son?”
“I– I just–”
“That’s right, it was you, you know the Theerapanyakuns are a powerful family, they wouldn’t take it lightly if you suddenly withdraw from the marriage offer,” His mother's face was terrifying, “You wouldn’t want to cross Mister Korn, would you?”
“I– mother”
“Would you?” He sighed.
“No, mother.”
“Then it’s done, you will go to Kinn’s house tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow is Sunday! Also, morning?! How long do I have to stay there?” His mother smiled at him, a grin that didn’t reach her eyes.
“At least until dinner.” Porsche groaned.
“Dinner?! You can’t be serious”
“Porsche…” The warning in her voice made him stop complaining.
“Yes, mother”
“Great, now go prepare your things”
“Yes,” Porsche reluctantly went to his bedroom where he had left the new clothes he had bought in Walmart. He asked one of the servants for a backpack and began packing for tomorrow.
*This is a fucking joke, I can’t believe I have to see that worm eyebrows again, fuck this—*
A message notification caught his attention, Porsche went to retrieve his phone, opening LINE after realizing Tem messaged him.
How are you feeling?
-Tem
Porsche smiled, it looked like Tem was actually a decent friend.
I’m good.
So, you couldn’t meet Kinn? What exactly happened?
-Tem
Told ya I wasn’t feeling good.
It’s rare for you to waste the chance to see him, you were still very excited about it a few days ago
-Tem
Porsche frowned, he didn’t want to talk about Kinn.
Let’s not talk about it, K?
Sorry man, didn’t want to make you mad
-Tem
No, it’s okay, just feeling tired.
K, see U at university, bye
-Tem
Porsche stopped packing and let himself fall on the bed.
*Holy shit university??*
He had completely forgotten about it, what was Porsche’s career again? Porsche took his phone and began scrolling around social media and group chats. He didn’t have to worry about the school he was in, Porsche’s chauffeur would take him there, the problem was that he most likely absolutely didn’t know anything about the major he was in or even where his classrooms were.
He was so so fucked.
*Oh well this was a problem for the Porsche of Monday*
Porsche looked at the ceiling, and then after a few minutes he closed his eyes, falling prey to sleep.