On the ride to the local hotel where booked to stay in the presidential suite for the night, the heir of the Theerapanyakul family holds the slumbering body of the most precious Person in his arms, squeezing him as tightly as the laws of physics will allow and once again whispering to him, overwhelmed at the guilt he feels at inspiring such fear in the pretty pregnant man because of his irrational actions over these past several months.

He recalls he had said to Porsche once. 'I Own You' But his intention was never to hurt his pretty actor but to keep him close to his heart and protect him. But he failed to do it and it's all his fault.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. Po..."

Kinn is grateful for the partition being up now in the vehicle, separating them alone away from the guards' eyes as he lowers his head and nuzzles into Porsche's neckline to hear that pulse and feel soft, relaxed breaths fluttering across his face.

Even in the unconscious state, Porsche's one hand was covering his swollen belly trying to hide Kinn's heirs from Kinn and a sad smile appeared on KInn's handsome face.

Kinn carefully caressed the swollen belly as he felt a kick to his hand making him jump a little. His eyes widened as he felt his babies as he smiled he tried to follow his babies movement with his hand..

" Hey Babies..I am you Daddy.. can you guys feel me? " Kinn spoke to the swollen belly as gently as he could. He couldn't control his tears as he felt a sharp kick to his hand as a confirmation from his babies.

"Shh..Shh.. You guys have to calm down ok..Your Mommy is sleeping .." lots of Kisses were placed on the swollen belly as Kinn gently spoke to his babies..He was over the moon after all this time he got to feel his babies and he will never be able to forget this precious moment.

Kinn hugged his sleeping Kitten tightly and kissed the pretty man's temple. Kinn is so grateful that this moment is even possible, Porsche is back in his arms, where Porsche's rightful place..back in Kinn's arms.

But, Kinn can't help but feel the huge weight of guilt and dread. The emotion swirling uneasily deep within his gut. He is happy at this moment. He got to feel his babies and Porsche was back in his arms even if it was forced.

But,  There are many things to worry ;

what will happen when the pretty actor finally awakens?

How can this remorseful man convince his Actor to stay?

What will happen when his Actor wants nothing but to leave him? Forever.?

NO...NO...No..Kinn can't let Porsche go back to his Father's place..Kinn can't let his Kitten suffer more..He can't let his children suffer..Kinn shook his head..Enough is Enough matter Even if he had to force or blackmail Porsche..KInn is going to make his little actor stay with him. 

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Kinn Gulps down another cool mouthful of scotch, the latest of many since he had come to his hotel room with his beloved. The disgraced Theerapanyakul heir has slumped in the chair opposite Porsche as he lays, still drugged and tucked in under the sheets of the king-size bed belonging to the presidential suite booked for the night.

The Chloroform currently sedating the pregnant man should start wearing off in the next hour or so and Kinn has no idea what's hit him, as he sits staring restlessly at the young man who's sleeping quite peacefully a few feet from him.

He's as nervous as fuck.

The raven-haired man glances at his phone, which sits on the coffee table along with a lighter and cigarettes, ashtray, scotch bottle, notepad and pen,  sprawled chaotically around it. 

Right now though Kinn thinks over his options. He had so wanted to be beside the Actor when he woke up but - the reason he had to be drugged in the first place...He doesn't want to scare the actor any more than he has done.

Hence the pad and pen.

Kinn realises though, as he carries on using the vintage scotch as an aid to clear his writer's block, that while he may have a master's business degree, majored in Economics and is a Connoisseur in empirical research...It doesn't help him right now to write one simple note to his lover.

He wants to convey for once, for the first time - words of apology.

Kinn feels like a teenager in the midst of writing a love letter and he sees what trouble lovers had to go through to write one letter.

This is the first time Kinn realises, as he observes Porsche's chest rising and falling soothingly - that he has a sense of concern over what a lover thinks, or maybe what anyone thinks for that matter. If he writes this invitation to Porsche and asks the actor directly to hear him out, to give him one last chance and the actor should refuse -

Kinn places the crystal tumbler on the low table and leans on his knees, rubbing his face in his hands...

'Shit.'

Why is this so hard. normally he commands - they follow, Simple! In the past, he would collect a lover like he collects guns and they would obey him with an 'of course Khun Kinn..or an 'I understand Khun Kinn.'

'Why did Kinn had to make everything difficult?

"Porsche loved him..Why he couldn't treasure Porsche's love?'

'And why did I treat him like he was also nothing...?'

Nothing to me?...

I would fight the world for him, I know that - so why -

Scared?...Scared of him being a weakness or what?'

No - not a weakness, he's mine. He makes me better. He's my source of light.

Can he love you the same as he did before ?  Look at all the harm you've caused him, after the trauma he caused to the pretty actor, can he love Kinn like he used to, didn't he used to be defiant, a relentless force so full of life?...

Look at him now - haven't you broken your toy already? -

He's not. Not my toy. I won't let anyone touch him. I can't let him go, without him -

Without him -'

'Kinn is nothing without his Porsche'

Kinn scoops up the pen and pad, scribbling his first line on the page and not allowing himself time to analyze it too much, as for once he wants to explain his true feelings.

Eventually, knowing the pregnant man should start waking from his slumber soon, Kinn props the letter on the bedside table and settles on the bed, gathering the unconscious pregnant man up in his arms for an embrace.

His hand carefully caressed the swollen belly and kissed the unconscious man to his heart's content knowing if Porsche was awake he had to stay far away from him and he would not get any chance to feel his children. 

Kinn breathes in the clean, heady scent as he runs his fingers through the actor's hair soothingly. Porsche has become So thin and he looked pale but his beauty never faded.

Kinn kissed his actor again and swore to himself to protect his little family.

The raven-haired man looks at the peaceful face below him, lit by moonlight as the actor rests in his arms. He leans in to lay a chaste kiss on the lips that he adores so much, a last lingering kiss that he wills himself to remember forever as he prepares himself for the worst.

He did say to Porsche that he wouldn't ever let him go - but.

Witnessing such a display from the actor, such an overwhelmingly desperate attempt to get away as the man led him to the Vehicle. Kinn realises that even if he were to forcefully keep the actor at his side, he wouldn't be able to stand seeing Porsche growing to hate him so much - if he doesn't hate him already that is.

So, laying the actor down and tucking him in snugly once more. He leaves the room through the door after leaving lots of kisses to the swollen belly, to wait in the adjoining suite...

For Porsche to make his choice.

It's the tantalising scent of aftershave that wakes Porsche up from his dreamless sleep, as he rolls onto his side and smells the gentle musk embedded into the fabric of his pillow. oddly, he finds the sandalwood calming somewhat as he opens his eyes, in the blissful few seconds before he remembers what had led him to be asleep in the first place...' that's right, what was it? I was in that back Kitchen  and...'

'KInn!'

Porsche gasps, now registering reality and the dull ache in his limbs as he brings up his arms from under the covers to examine his babies...He knew Kinn would never harm his babies or him but still... The damage has been done. 

Porsche cast his eyes urgently around the room, expecting to see a nonchalant Kinn sitting smoking in a chair situated in one of the dark corners of this large bedroom. But, there's nothing. Nobody.

Porsche caressed his belly, feeling his two beans already awake and kicking. He is safe and his babies are safe..That all it matters..

Calmed somewhat, the young man raises slowly to a sitting position and starts looking around the room, trying to read any details that are illuminated in the moonlight filtering through the partially open drapes.

Porsche sees a set of double doors opposite from where his bed sits proudly as the centrepiece in the room and his belongings on a chair next to the low coffee table. His bag which contains his current medical report was on the chair and he made sure to grab it before he left the room.

He wonders briefly if Kinn is toying with him, What is the reason for this Kidnap situation and what was KInn said earlier is something he never expected but he is not ready for this drama cause he has to go back to the restaurant before his stepmother notice his disappearance.

Porsche turns to his left, ready to switch on the small reading lamp above his side of the bed to check his bag and is surprised to see a glass of juice waiting for him and an envelope, propped up against the fruity drink...

In the dim orange light cast by the low-wattage lamp, Porsche shifts up in the bed to rest against the headboard before reaching for the items placed for him. He sees his name written in what is undoubtedly Kinn's handwriting on the small envelope, his hands shaking just from merely holding the same object KInn would have held - merely a few minutes, or hours ago...

Before anything though, Porsche is ready to downright KILL for something to drink and figuring Kinn has already drugged him once today and could have done anything to him while he lay defenceless and asleep, he'll go ahead and drink it.

And it's daaaaaamn good...He can Kill danm bastard for drugging him later 'That bastard drugged a pregnant man, the audacity..' Porsche wants to smack Kinn so badly.

He places down the empty glass back onto the small bedside table and now his attention reluctantly draws to the innocent-looking letter on his lap. This, Porsche wouldn't mind admitting - is the last thing he would expect from Kinn after the drama he created for Kinn and danm Porsche was so good at acting the abortion drama.

Porsche was so proud of seeing his acting skill work on KInn believing the abortion and he has to admit he felt so dumb and he did regret doing it.

Being overwhelmed by the curiosity Porsche hesitantly and with trembling fingers rips the envelope open, the breath in his throat catches immediately, trapped as he reads the gentle words upon the page. Words that Kinn had written for him...

My Porsche,

Rest assured, I'm not going to hurt you. You're quite safe.I can't ask you to understand or begin to forgive me. I can only ask now that you give me a few moments of your time.

A chance, to say all the things to you I've always held back. In all my foolish pride, and to tell you just -

just what you and our babies mean to me.

If you are willing to give me that chance. .Porsche..My Baby.. I'll be waiting for you through those doors.

Yours,

Kinn

Well, Fuck.

Is this THE Kinn Theerapanyakul, actually making an earnest request - of a nobody like Porsche?

The pregnant young man rereads the letter over and over, daring himself to find some loophole, some indication that Kinn intends to harm him after all but - all he reads time and time again is that Kinn just wants to speak with him, to explain that he - He...

Porsche sighs, trying to quell the faint flame of hope flaring in his chest that's making it hard for him to breathe. The young man closes his eyes and crunches up the note in his fist, resting it against his forehead, unbelieving at the tears springing to his eyes. 

Porsche couldn't understand Kinn..Why Now?

Catching the scent of the man's aftershave once more though, as the letter sits close to his face. He can't help but recall the many nights, or mornings when Porsche was just content or even happy to be waking up next to this captivating man. Or sharing a bed, home or even for that short time, his life with him.

'If. If only...'

The young man's head starts whirling now, as all these unanswered questions and so many options make him increasingly confused...

In the end, Porsche decides to open the door and walk away as Kinn is nowhere to be found and he has to go now for the sake of his and his brother's safety.

As soon as he opens the door he never expected to see Kinn But;

Kinn is reclined haphazardly in his plush chair, hair falling over his closed eyes a little...He's asleep.

- And, he's snoring.

Porsche presses his hands to his face even harder now causing his fingertips to go white and his eyes to water, just trying desperately to stifle his undignified and downright cruel giggling.

'The man must be dead drunk...' Porsche notes to himself. And this is the first time Porsche sees the mighty Thherapanyakul heir in an unguarded way and Kinn looks vulnerable and cute..

'what the hell Porsche ..CUTE? Cute and Kinn is polar opposite' Porsche shook his head to clear his mind But he saw a thick, crumpled piece of paper catch his eye just by Kinn's Armani-clad foot where the man must have dropped it. So - ever being the curious cat he is, Porsche slowly bends minding his swollen belly to  stoops to pick it up and un-folds the crumpled photo paper, wanting to see what the hell could have had Kinn so interested -

'Huh, so you had me tailed.'

'...Bastard.'

Suddenly overcome with overwhelming irritation, Porsche wants so much to kick Kinn right in his sexy fucking stomach - but. That's just suicide, so instead he settles for huffing out a frustrated laugh making Kinn startled awake.

"Oh Baby.." Kinn felt relief to see the now awake feisty KItten who is having the photos of himself crumpled in his hand.