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Epiloge
“I’m home,” Porsche yells, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. He places his gym bag on the floor and heads straight to Kinn’s office, where Kinn usually is whenever Porsche isn’t home.
Kinn looks up from his desk the second Porsche knocks on the office door, a soft smile growing on his face. “Hi,” Kinn says. “Come here.”
Porsche immediately struts over to Kinn’s desk and sits on his lap, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a kiss. “Hi,” he mumbles and leans his forehead against Kinn’s.
“How was work?” Kinn asks and gently traces Porsche’s cheek with his finger.
“Fun,” Porsche replies. “I trained the teenagers today.”
“The fifteen-year-olds who are obsessed with you?”
Porsche giggles. “Yeah.”
“I need to keep an eye on you,” Kinn mumbles. “You’re too handsome. Everyone is always flirting with you at work. Next time, I’ll join you in the gym.”
“Oh, please do,” Porsche grins. “You’ll see me all sweaty and half-naked.”
Kinn chuckles. “Exactly how I like you the most.”
“Mhm,” Porsche mumbles. “How was your day?”
“I had five meetings,” Kinn sighs and leans back, briefly closing his eyes. “Two with Chay and Kim. They had great ideas about our investment plan. And then another one with the bank and two more with the lawyers.”
“Starting a business isn’t easy,” Porsche shrugs. “I’m glad I didn’t join you guys.”
Kinn pouts. “And I’m still hoping you’ll change your mind.”
“Maybe one day,” Porsche says. “But I don’t think I will. You know, I only studied economics because of my father.”
“He called again,” Kinn tells him.
Porsche rolls his eyes. “That’s what — the sixth time this week? I’m surprised the prison guards let him use the telephone that much.”
This makes Kinn laugh, and he tightens his grip around Porsche’s waist. “Yeah, I don’t know. He still wants our help to get him out of prison.”
“Yeah, no,” Porsche snorts. “Definitely not.”
***
Later that night, Chay, Khun, and Kim join them for dinner — they do most of the time. Kinn loves cooking, and he loves having their family around. Now that they’re all free from their fathers’ tortures and now that they’re all working on building relationships with each other, Kinn prioritizes family time a lot.
He wants to see Porsche’s mother at least every two weeks, if not more, and he’s also keen to meet up with their grandparents regularly. It’s sweet. Porsche isn’t as crazy about seeing their families like Kinn, but he’s happy to tag along, and he does love seeing his mom and their brothers. Their grandfathers … well. Ever since they have retired, they have turned into real old grandpas. Porsche still can’t wrap his head around that. They seem happy and sweet as if they’re now truly living the life they had always wanted — traveling, gardening, taking care of the cats, and seeing their grandchildren every now and then.
As long as they’re peaceful and leave them alone, Porsche is happy.
Actually, Porsche is happy a lot these days. Living with Kinn in their own apartment in Bangkok feels like home. They have bought the apartment several months ago and turned it into their own space, making it cozy, and Porsche feels like he truly belongs in here. This is his home now, and as long as Kinn is by his side, Porsche is happy. Genuinely happy.
“And I said we wouldn’t compromise about the expenses,” Chay snarls. “I told these assholes multiple times, and they wouldn’t listen.”
Porsche tunes out the business talk. He’s proud and happy that Kim, Chay, and Kinn started the business together, but he also couldn’t care less about the details. Just like Khun.
They clink their wine glasses and take sips, pretending to listen to their brothers’ conversation.
Kim notices. He always does. Porsche always finds Kim so attentive. Maybe that’s why he matches so well with Chay. Kim knows exactly what Chay needs. He watches Chay carefully, reading him like nobody else on this planet. Porsche has noticed this about them multiple times over the past year. Chay is so stubborn, closed off, and private, but Kim knows how to read him. Kim knows him, and he knows how to handle him.
“Guys,” Kim says in a soft voice, pointing at Porsche and Khun. “Let’s not bore them with business talk. It’s family time.”
Chay clears his throat. “Right, sorry.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Khun waves them off. “Porsche and I are busy getting drunk.”
“Oh, please, no,” Kinn says. “I need Porsche sober tonight.”
“Sober?” He shrieks, staring at the glass in his hand. “That was my third glass.”
The boys laugh.
“No, no, I didn’t mean sober,” Kinn cackles. “I just meant not drunk.”
“Oh,” Porsche exhales in relief. “Okay, but then I’ll stop drinking for now.”
They chat about Porsche’s gym classes and the different people he trains. Then, they talk about Khun and his latest Prada bag he managed to buy in a store in Paris.
“Porsche, help me with the desert, will you?” Khun says and tugs at Porsche’s wrist.
“You know I’m no help,” Porsche laughs, shaking his head. Kinn is the one who can cook, not him.
“You can get your ass off the chair and help,” Khun yells, slapping Porsche’s arm in protest. It doesn’t hurt, but Porsche likes to pretend that it does. He rubs the spot and pulls a face.
“No need to torture me,” he responds and gets up with a sigh. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He follows Khun into the kitchen and stands in the middle of the room like a lost puppy. “And what exactly do you want me to do now?”
Khun points at the apples in the fruit bowl. “Go and chop some apples, please.”
With a sigh, Porsche grabs three apples, a cutting board, and a knife. Then, he begins cutting. He doesn’t say anything while cutting since he needs to focus. If he doesn’t focus, he might cut his finger. Khun is much better at multitasking: while he prepares the cake batter, he chatters about the latest trend he saw on Tik Tok — greek yogurt for shiny hair. Porsche doesn’t think there’s any truth to it, but he listens to Khun anyway. It’s comforting somehow.
When he’s done cutting the apples, he points at them proudly. “Did it.”
Khun chuckles in soft amusement. “Well done.”
At around ten pm, after they finish the desert, all boys head home. “Talk to you tomorrow,” Kinn says and hugs Chay while Porsche says his goodbye to Kim and Khun.
When the door is closed, and the apartment is finally empty, Porsche sighs. "I think I'll take a quick shower."
"Umm," Kinn says and grabs Porsche's wrist. "Remember how I said I needed you sober tonight?"
Porsche frowns in confusion. "Yes?"
"Follow me," Kinn says and tugs at Porsche's wrist. Huh? What’s happening? He follows Kinn outside onto the balcony, confused. It takes a moment to click. At first, his brain doesn't register the scenery before him. Then, it does.
He sees the candles first. Then, he spots Kinn and the flowers in his hands. Porsche immediately knows what this means. "Yes," he blurts, his heart hammering inside his chest.
Kinn pouts. "Let me ask first."
Porsche presses his lips together and gives Kinn an encouraging nod.
"Porsche," Kinn takes a deep breath. "Will you marry —"
"Yes," Porsche squeaks and rushes forward, wrapping his arms around Kinn and pressing his lips against Kinn's. "Yes. Oh my god, yes!"
Kinn giggles in relief. “Yeah?”
“You didn’t even have to ask!”
“But you know I wanted to arrange something romantic,” Kinn pouts. “Kim and Chay helped me while you were in the kitchen with Khun.”
“That’s why Khun wanted my help with the desert!” Porsche gasps. “I was so confused.”
Kinn giggles. “Yeah. I needed you out of the living room for a moment.”
“So smart,” Porsche giggles and kisses Kinn again. “My smart fiancé.”
Kinn rolls his eyes. “You’ll only call me your fiancé from now on, will you?”
“Yep,” Porsche grins. “Absolutely.”