Chapter Text
Pete wakes up to the sound of…nothing
Why hadn’t his alarm gone off yet?
He felt like he'd slept for ages, but the obnoxious sound had yet to fill his ears.
He kept his face buried in the pillow, flailing his arm out to reach for his phone so he could check the time. He tries to feel out the table, but all his hand touches are the soft bed sheets.
What?
Did his bed grow overnight?
Did he end up sleeping in Khun’s bed again?
He was too disoriented for first thing in the morning, so he reluctantly pushed himself up from his comfortable position and focused on his surroundings in the hope of finding his phone.
As he took in the bed he was sat in he realised this was definitely not his bed. As he looked around the room, he realised this was definitely not Khun’s bed either.
Where the fuck was he?
They were drinking last night, sure, but he didn’t think he got that drunk. However his unfamiliar surroundings begged to differ, seeing as he was clearly in a stranger's bed with no recollection as to how he ended up there.
He inspected his attire. Silk pyjamas?
These definitely weren’t his.
Had he really slept with someone last night? Well at least they had the decency to give him some clothes before they abandoned him in bed the next morning.
He had to get home, Khun was going to kill him for abandoning the group to get laid. Although strangely, Pete didn’t feel like he'd got laid last night. Now that he thought about it, his hangover seems non-existent as well, which was weird since he was clearly experiencing the memory loss that would usually accompany it.
Whatever.
The goal now was getting home before Khun found out he had disappeared.
He climbed out of bed. Wow these pyjamas are soft. They flowed so nicely over his skin that he almost didn’t want to take them off. He debated if he could just take them with him. He wanted to, but he realised they were probably a bit expensive to take as a souvenir.
Pete wandered to the bathroom, lazily standing over the toilet and pulling his silky pants down just enough to poke his cock out so he could have his morning piss.
His cock felt strange, heavier than usual.
Whatever. He was probably just desperate for a piss after all the alcohol he had consumed last night.
Once he was done, he shook himself dry and tucked himself away. Flushing the toilet and moving over to the sink to wash his hands. He noticed the soap was fancy soap, he brought his hands to his face to catch its scent, it was nicely fragrant but not overpowering. Once he had washed his hands, he grabbed the hand towel before looking up into the mirror.
“Khun Vegas! ” Pete chokes out in surprise, head snapping to look behind him, but only being met with the bathroom wall.
He turned back to the mirror, looking at himself or, distinctly lack thereof. The only person he could see was Vegas looking back at him with a bewildered expression, wearing the same silk pyjamas as he was.
Pete raises his hand and Vegas mirrors his action.
He was Vegas!
What the fuck kind of Khun’s cliché drama was this?
And why if all people did it have to be Vegas?
Pete promptly exited the bathroom and climbed back into bed before pulling the covers over his head.
Nope. This wasn’t happening.
If he just gets into bed and refuses to acknowledge the situation, it will surely just disappear. He would wake up in his familiar small bed, next to Porsche, Chan would barge in and scold him for being late to training and everything would be back to normal. All he had to do was wait to wake up from whatever nightmare this was and everything would be fine.
Pete didn’t know how long he hid under the covers. But after a while, the reality seemed to set in that it didn’t look like this was ending anytime soon.
Was he dreaming?
Pete pinched himself.
Ouch.
Not liking the outcome of that experiment, he got out of bed and wandered over to the bookshelf. He picked up a book, opening it to a random page.
ADVANCED KNOTS TO SECURE YOUR LOVER
Knots designed to position their body in the most pleasurable position for anal sex. 1….
Shit . He could read just fine. Although now he wished he hadn't been able to. He should have stopped after the first experiment. Life was perfectly fine before he got that insight into Vegas’ sex life.
Pete groans, running his hands through his hair, no, Vegas’ hair.
This is stupid. Stupid Vegas and his stupid soft hair.
Think Pete think. He tried to clear his mind and come up with a plan of attack for this situation.
Pete was head bodyguard of the first son of the Main family. Thanks to his training, he was prepared for anything, he could do this.
Although unfortunately Chan's lessons neglected to prepare him for what to do when you wake up in the body of the first son of the minor family. So it seemed Pete was going to have to use a mixture of strategical planning and improvising to fuck, to try and overcome this situation.
First things first. Communication.
He needs to contact Vegas so they can figure out what the fuck happened. The sooner he knew what he was doing with his body the better. The thoughts of all the terrible things Vegas could get up to in his body unnerved him greatly. He tried to shake them from his mind but he couldn't escape the haunting thought that Vegas was free to do whatever he wanted to the main family and Pete would get all the blame.
Oh no, this could be very bad.
Pete tried to focus. Phone . He needs a phone. Then he can call his phone, Vegas will recognise his own number, answer, they can arrange a meeting. Everything will be fine.
Pete saw Vegas’ phone charging on the nightstand.
He looked at the time, 10:32. It was even later than he thought, and he had no missed calls. His alarm would have woken up Vegas hours ago. What had Vegas been doing all this time and why didn’t he think to call him once he realised he was not himself? Was he an idiot?
Pete desperately hoped that he too was choosing to bury himself in a bedding cocoon of denial and that he hadn’t spent the morning wreaking havoc in the main family home.
He tries to unlock the phone but a pin code appears, 4 digits.
This could take a while.
Did Vegas seem like the kind of person to have his birthday as his pin code? He wasn’t sure. He hoped not. He didn’t know Vegas’ birthday. He really should, since it was in the information packs they kept on the minor family, but Pete had never cared to memorize it.
He had to find something that could help him guess the code. Pete looked around the room, pulling open drawers, which he regretted. Looking in the wardrobe, which he also regretted.
From the search of his room, the only information he learned was that Vegas had had sex toys for every occasion, some of which Pete couldn’t even fathom what they would be used for.
Pete looked down at the phone.
Surely not.
6.9.6.9….The phone unlocked.
Pete groaned. Of all the people in the world, he had to get stuck in the body of this sex pest?
4 hours earlier
Beep. beep. Beep.
Vegas groans as the obnoxious ringing sound breaks him from his peaceful slumber. He could have sworn he didn’t set an alarm last night. So why the fuck was this noise interrupting the first lie-in he had been able to have in weeks?
He grabs the phone from the table, tapping the screen absentmindedly until it finally stopped. He then curled back into his sheets.
-
“Hey, why are you still in bed? Chan’s going to kill us if we aren't at training in 20 minutes” a voice wakes Vegas up again.
Who the fuck had the audacity to wake him up?
He opens his eyes and glares towards the sound of the voice. His eyes focus and he is taken back a little to find Porsche looking down at him.
“Porsche?…” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Why are you here?” He asks groggily, a little surprised to see him after the incident in the bathroom a couple of days ago.
“To get your lazy ass out of bed. Up. Now” Porsche pulls on his arm to force him to sit up.
Vegas looks at Porsche with a confused expression.
“What are you doing? We need to be dressed and down at the pool, quickly ” Porsche tries to pull him out of bed.
“Training?”
“Yes training. Let’s go Pete” Porsche rolls his eyes.
“Pete?”
“How much did you drink last night? You are still completely out of it.” Porsche shakes his head in disbelief.
When he makes no effort to move, Porsche sighs in exasperation.
“Well I tried. I’m not risking being late again so, get ready, or don’t, it’s up to you.” he shrugs as he walks out the room.
What the fuck?
Was Vegas going crazy now?
Was this the universe getting back at him for messing with Porsche?
Vegas had many questions about what had just happened, but the one that stood out was, Pete?
Why the fuck had Porsche called him Pete?
Vegas got out of the bed and walked over to the floor length mirror in the corner of the room. He looked into it, stumbling back when the eyes that met his, weren’t his own.
He reaches out to touch the mirror, as does Pete’s reflection.
What the fuck is going on?
Why was he somehow in the body of the main family's most loyal dog?
He felt sick.
He wasn’t sure if it was from the hangover he supposedly had, or because he was in the body of someone so close to the main family, all he knew is that he felt like he was going to throw up.
Surely this was a dream? Nightmare would be more accurate . But whatever it was, it definitely couldn’t be real.
Maybe his dad had finally hit him so hard he blacked out and he was now having whatever weird hallucination this was.
“Pete. Training. Now.” A stern voice calls from outside the door, definitely not Porsche this time.
Before he could do anything the door bursts open and three bodyguards grab him, gag him and carry him out the room.
“Let me go” he tries to mumble through the fabric but it just comes out as muffled screaming. He tried to wriggle out of their grip but it was no use.
In the end he just lets them carry him to wherever it was they were going. This fucked up dream would have to end eventually, what was the point in fighting it?
-
He finds himself by the poolside.
“Pete, nice of you to finally grace us with your presence” Korn’s dog Chan looks down at him from where he was towering over everyone on one of the pool diving blocks.
“Everyone else is ready. Since you’re late, you can do this in your clothes”
Vegas looks over at the line of bodyguards dressed in black wet-suits, Porsche was down the other end. He recognised the faces of some of the others but not enough to know their names.
Before he could process anything else, his hands and legs were tied by someone. He tried to protest but he was still gagged and some large man just held his body in place to stop him squirming away from the man trying to bind his legs together.
“Begin” Chan says and all the tied up guards jumped in the pool.
Vegas tried to jump in the opposite direction, having no intention of jumping in the pool, but before he knew it, someone had thrown him in.
He couldn’t breathe. The gag was wet and uncomfortable, he couldn't seal his lips shut properly. Water was filling his mouth at an alarming rate
He tried to struggle against his restraints to get himself free, but his throat was burning. Usually he wouldn’t have a problem getting out of these knots, but the panic that filled him as he sank deeper into the pool was preventing him from focusing.
He tried to flail himself to the surface but he couldn’t make it, his waterlogged clothes were weighing him down.
He couldn’t break free, he couldn’t breath, he was powerless to save himself.
This wasn’t a dream. If it was he would have woken in a sweat filled panic by now. No this was real and this was how he was going to die.
He felt the world turning dark around him. His body was giving up.
He was so out of his mind that he barely felt the arms wrap around him until he broke the surface of the water, someone ripping the gag from his mouth.
Vegas coughed up water until he felt like his lungs were going to make an appearance.
He was slumped onto the floor by the pool, someone released his bindings as Vegas tried to breathe to calm himself down.
“Pete, you okay?” the tall bodyguard that saved him, asked from above. Vegas didn’t know his name, although he knew he was one of Tankhun’s babysitters.
“I’m fine” Vegas snaps, not liking the way everyone was looking at him. Now he was no longer on the brink of death, his emotional wall was being built so high, no one would be able to see the vulnerability he was trying to hide.
“What happened Pete? You had the best time last week, how have you managed to drown yourself today?” Chan asks, looking down at him disappointedly.
Vegas shrugs nonchalantly, not responding. He didn’t owe these people anything.
“I think he’s still hungover from last night” Porsche tries to explain.
“Hungover!” Pete you should know better than this” Chan scolds him.
“Khun kept making Pete drink last night. He wasn’t really given a choice” the babysitter speaks up in his defence.
Chan sighs. “Pete, go and rest, you can miss training today. But be ready for the family meeting this afternoon”
Vegas nods his head, not saying anything, although his annoyed scowl was staring daggers into anyone that looked at him.
The babysitter helps him up and passes him a towel. He wraps it around himself and wanders to sit on a bench beside the pool.
He wanted to go back to Pete’s room but he didn’t know where it was in relation to where he was now. He had been dragged here so hastily that he had not been able to make a note of which room it was.
Last thing he needed was to get lost in the main family home right now, it would be suspicious if he got caught checking all the guards rooms to try and find Pete’s.
He decided to sit and watch the guards train so that he had a better idea of what he would have to do if it turned out he was stuck like this for the foreseeable future. There would be no repeat of today that was for certain. To ensure that, Vegas had to be alert and prepared for whatever these idiots could throw at him.
Eventually, once they had all finished their morning training session, Vegas followed Porsche back to their room. Porsche quickly changed his clothes and made an excuse of Kinn calling him for something before leaving the room.
Part of him thought he should try and find out what, but the other part of him was too exhausted to care at this moment in time. Porsche was in too deep with Kinn by now, it was pointless for Vegas to try anything else. After the night in the bathroom, Porsche wasn't going to trust him easily anyway. There was also the whole Pete problem, so Vegas just let Porsche leave.
Vegas was left alone with his thoughts. He swore once he got back into his own body he was going to kill Pete for inflicting this on him.
He didn’t know that it was definitely his fault, however he was the easiest to blame.
It was a shame really, Pete had intrigued him a little, he didn’t flinch away from torture and the two of them had worked well together on their mission.
Vegas didn’t like any of the main family bodyguards. Although, aside from his undying loyalty to the main family, Pete was one of the few bearable ones. He would consider him competent, which was the highest form of praise he could offer a main family guard.
Although in the back of his mind he knew he would have to kill Pete after this. He was in Vegas’ body. He was most likely currently trying to find out a lot of confidential minor family information to share with his handlers once they were back to normal.
The alternative was Pete was panicking about this whole situation and was too confused to think of looking for information he could exploit. Vegas hoped so, but regardless of if he caught him snooping or not, he knew he couldn't take the risk of Pete finding something he shouldn't.
Once he was back in the security of his own body, he would have to tie up the loose ends. Which unfortunately, for Pete, meant silencing him so no one would ever know what happened.
Vegas' thoughts are cut off when he hears a phone ringing, he picks it up without even checking the number on it.
“Hello” Vegas grumbles into the phone.
“I think we need to talk Khun Vegas” his own voice replied.