NO ONE POV :
Tankhun Theerapanyakul was a man of power and precision. While Kinn was the face of the family and Porsche the raw force, Tankhun operated as the mind-a strategist who kept everything running smoothly. His calm demeanor hid his sharp instincts, and he had the respect of everyone who knew the truth about his capabilities.
Pete, one of the family's trusted bodyguards, admired Tankhun deeply. Tankhun's composed nature, paired with his ability to stay steps ahead of any threat, was something Pete quietly looked up to.
One night, during a high-profile party with potential allies, an enemy family made their move. They targeted Tankhun, slipping a drug into his drink meant to incapacitate him. Unbeknownst to them, Pete, always vigilant, tasted the drink first to ensure its safety. Within minutes, the effects of the drug began to take hold.
Tankhun noticed immediately when Pete staggered, his face flushed, and his breathing uneven. Pete tried to steady himself, but Tankhun was at his side in an instant, catching him before he could fall.
"Pete," Tankhun said sharply, his voice low, "what's wrong?"
"I... don't feel right," Pete mumbled, his voice slurring. "It's hot... I feel strange..."
Realizing what had happened, Tankhun's expression darkened. He didn't waste a second, scooping Pete into his arms and leaving the party.
In the privacy of his suite, Tankhun assessed Pete's condition. The drug was designed to cause disorientation and heightened sensations, and Pete was visibly uncomfortable. Tankhun carried him to the bathroom, filling the tub with cold water.
"Pete, I'm going to help you cool down," Tankhun said, his voice steady.
Pete nodded weakly, trusting Tankhun completely. Tankhun carefully placed Pete in the cold bath, holding him steady as the water worked to bring down his temperature.
"You're safe," Tankhun murmured, brushing damp hair away from Pete's forehead. "I'll take care of this. Just focus on breathing."
Tankhun thinks himself as a stupid for the thoughts he has after he sees Pete's slim and mliky figure, but he tries to control his thoughts.
As Pete began to calm, Tankhun's anger simmered beneath the surface. Whoever had done this would pay.
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The next day, Tankhun found the culprit. His informants traced the drug back to a member of the rival family who had infiltrated the party. Tankhun personally ensured they faced the consequences, sending a clear message: no one touched his people and got away with it.
Meanwhile, Pete recovered under Tankhun's watchful care. The experience left a mark on Tankhun, who found himself thinking about Pete more than ever. The way Pete had trusted him so completely, even in his most vulnerable state, stirred something in Tankhun-a soft corner he hadn't realized existed.
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Over time, Tankhun's feelings for Pete grew, but he kept them hidden. That was until he started noticing how close Pete and Ken had become. The two often trained together, and their camaraderie seemed effortless. Tankhun told himself it was nothing, but jealousy began to gnaw at him.
The final straw came one afternoon when Pete lost his balance during training, and Ken caught him by the waist. The sight of Ken's hands on Pete was too much. Tankhun strode into the room, his expression calm but his eyes blazing.
Without a word, he grabbed Pete's arm and pulled him away from Ken.
"Khun?" Pete asked, startled.
Tankhun ignored the questioning look Pete gave him and glanced at Ken. "Find someone else to train with."
Ken nodded and left without argument, sensing the tension.
Once they were alone, Pete turned to Tankhun. "What was that about?"
Tankhun hesitated, his usual composure faltering. "I don't like seeing you that close to him."
Pete frowned. "Ken? He's just a friend."
"I don't care," Tankhun said firmly. "I don't want anyone else touching you."
Pete's eyes widened as the meaning of Tankhun's words sank in. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Tankhun stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "I care about you, Pete. More than I should. And I can't stand the thought of anyone else being close to you like that."
Pete's heart raced, but he kept his voice steady. "If you mean it, prove it. And we take it slow. I won't rush into anything."
Tankhun smiled softly. "Slow is fine, as long as it's with you."
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Their relationship shifted after that. Tankhun showed his feelings in subtle but unmistakable ways-sharing quiet moments, seeking Pete out even when it wasn't necessary and protecting him fiercely. Pete, though cautious, began to trust Tankhun's intentions, allowing their bond to grow.
One evening, during a family gathering, Tankhun overheard Ken talking to Porsche.
"Pete? Oh, he's great, but I'm already taken," Ken said with a grin. "Vegas' head bodyguard, Nop. We've been together for months."
Tankhun felt a wave of relief and a tinge of embarrassment for his earlier jealousy. Later that night, as he and Pete shared a quiet moment together, Tankhun confessed his earlier misunderstanding.
Pete laughed, his eyes warm. "You were jealous? Of Ken?"
Tankhun sighed, a rare sheepish smile gracing his lips. "Maybe. But I don't regret it-it made me realize how much you mean to me."
Pete smiled, leaning closer. "Good. Because you mean a lot to me too, Khun."
Their relationship deepened from that moment, built on trust, understanding, and a love that neither had expected but both cherished. Together, they navigated the challenges of their world, finding strength in each other every step of the way.
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Pete never imagined his life would take such a turn. Falling for Tankhun Theerapanyakul-the composed yet quietly intense head of the family-had been as unexpected as it was life-changing. Their relationship, though built on slow trust, had blossomed into something beautiful.
However, dating Tankhun came with its own set of challenges, particularly when it came to his playful streak.
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One afternoon, Pete was in the security room, diligently reviewing surveillance footage for an upcoming mission. Tankhun walked in, his presence commanding as always.
"Pete," Tankhun said, leaning casually against the doorframe.
Pete turned to him, offering a polite smile. "Khun, do you need something?"
Tankhun didn't respond immediately. Instead, he walked over, his eyes locked on Pete. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Pete's waist, pulling him close.
"Tan-what are you doing?" Pete stammered, his face flushing.
"Nothing," Tankhun said innocently, though the smirk on his lips said otherwise. "Just checking if my bodyguard is still paying attention."
Pete tried to step back, but Tankhun tightened his hold, his lips brushing against Pete's ear.
"You're too tense," Tankhun murmured. "Relax a little."
Pete sighed, trying to maintain his composure. "I'm working, Khun."
Tankhun pulled back slightly, his expression mischievous. "Fine, I'll behave-for now."
But as he left, Pete caught the smirk on his face and knew this wouldn't be the last time Tankhun tried to distract him.
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A few days later, Pete was helping Tankhun prepare for a meeting with a rival family. As Pete adjusted Tankhun's suit jacket, Tankhun reached out, his fingers brushing against Pete's hand.
"You're good at this," Tankhun said, his tone casual.
"It's my job," Pete replied, though his cheeks turned pink at the compliment.
Tankhun tilted his head, studying Pete. "You know, I don't think I've thanked you properly for everything you do."
Before Pete could respond, Tankhun leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Pete froze, his heart pounding.
"Khun!" Pete exclaimed, glancing around to make sure no one had seen.
Tankhun chuckled, clearly enjoying Pete's reaction. "What? No one's here. Besides, I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend, aren't I?"
Pete huffed, though he couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Just focus on the meeting, Tan."
Tankhun grinned. "I'll focus-after I get one more."
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Despite Tankhun's playful nature, he had his moments of vulnerability. One evening, after a particularly tense mission, Tankhun returned to the estate visibly shaken. Pete found him sitting alone in his office, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a shadow of doubt.
"Khun," Pete said softly, entering the room.
Tankhun looked up, his expression softening when he saw Pete. "You shouldn't be here. It's late."
Pete ignored him, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're not okay, are you?"
Tankhun sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing enough. For the family, for you..."
Pete pulls the chair and sits down on Tankhun's lap, taking his hand on his own. "You're doing more than enough. And I'm here for you, always."
Tankhun smiled, his eyes glistening with emotion. He pulled Pete into a hug, holding him tightly as if grounding himself in Pete's presence.
"Thank you," Tankhun whispered.
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Of course, their relationship wasn't all seriousness. Tankhun had a habit of being mischievous, especially when he knew Pete was trying to stay professional.
One evening, while Pete was organizing files in Tankhun's office, Tankhun walked up behind him, slipping his arms around Pete's waist.
"Tan," Pete said warningly, "I'm busy."
"I know," Tankhun said, his hands resting on Pete's hips. "But I'm not."
Pete turned to glare at him, only for Tankhun to lean in and kiss him, effectively silencing any protest.
"You're impossible," Pete muttered when they pulled apart, though his voice lacked any real annoyance.
"And you love it," Tankhun said with a smirk, brushing his thumb across Pete's cheek.
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Their love grew stronger with each passing day, filled with stolen kisses, warm embraces, and the occasional playful teasing. Tankhun, for all his power and composure, had found someone who made him feel grounded, while Pete discovered a softer side to himself in Tankhun's arms.
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