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Kinn sits at an unassuming table, in a windowless room, painted red and gold, situated deep in the basement bowels of an office building. There are only a handful of tables scattered about and only one other that is occupied, besides his. An older Japanese gentleman with a much younger female companion, young enough to be his daughter but clearly not, she sits there doing her best to look interested in whatever he is talking about.
Photography is not permitted here but even if it was, who would believe from its lacklustre ambience, that this was one of the most expensive restaurants in Tokyo?
He checks his watch again, more than a little impatient now and runs a hand over his slicked back hair, as if the outward motion could settle his jittery insides. Really, he should have known better than to agree to a "holiday weekend," with a newly reunited Tae and Time, firmly back in the on era of their eternally on again, off again relationship.
This place was so exclusive they had to book months in advance, a birthday treat they had told him and yet they were nowhere to be seen. He very pointedly did not want to think about what they might be doing, he himself had noticed at least three love hotels on the way here.
The thought made him miss the comforts of home and the endless stream of bodies that could be summoned up to his room for a quick distraction at the whim of a phone call or indeed, even an email. He could have arranged something for his stay in Japan but he likes the security and the predictability of his routine back in Thailand and besides, he's not staying here long. If anything it's a sign that he should have better mastery over himself, he thinks ruefully. He should not be this on edge from missing the brief indulgence of oblivion that the medium of a quick and meaningless fuck grants him. His father would call that a crutch and then he would look disappointed.
fuck it!
Kinn thinks about summoning the singular waiter and ordering a whiskey, cursing Tae and Time in his head but really mostly Time when he is interrupted by a warm low voice greeting him with -
"Sawaddi krub~"
He whirls to his feet, the chair behind him crashes to the floor, the sound echoing in the oddly quiet restaurant. It's not like they can't afford background music, hell they could probably pay for a whole orchestra to serenade their solemn guests as they consumed the incredibly expensive steak. His hand goes automatically to where his gun would be but of course, he is not carrying it today as he stares breathlessly across the table at -
A man. Wide eyed, tall, muscular, handsome, Kinn can't help but notice. His hands are held out and his shoulders are hunched. He looks startled and Kinn relaxes a little at the sight.
"Who are you?" he asks, in Thai.
"Oh, Khun Kinn…er…it is Kinn right? Kinn Theerapanyakul?" the other man blinks as he holds up his phone, he looks young, younger than Kinn anyway, his skin is smooth, golden-brown and there is a youthful, half formed coltish energy to him. As if no longer a boy but not quite yet a man. His face, now that Kinn is looking at it more keenly, is distractingly pretty. Sparkly brown eyes framed by long eyelashes, an elegant sloping nose and full lips that are still slightly parted in shock. Staring at that mouth for too long feels dangerous so he shifts his eyes back to the mysterious stranger's and then at the phone screen he can't quite make out.
"Who are you?" he asks again, almost growls it out, as he wonders whether he should be alarmed that this stranger seems to know him.
"um…I'm Porsche," the man replies, looking unsettled now himself but then he takes a deep breath and almost blinds Kinn with the force of his sunny smile as he adds in a chipper voice, "I'm your rent-a-boyfriend, uh for today krub!" He finishes it off with an outrageously cute little wai and Kinn is lost for words until his phone buzzes, obnoxiously loud in the now deathly silent restaurant.
It's a text from Tae -
I love you and I'm sorry.
The phone buzzes again -
It was Time's idea!
Happy Birthday by the way!!
FUCK THEM BOTH TO HELL AND BACK, Kinn thinks savagely as he shoves his phone back into his pocket and stares across at the problem still smiling so winningly at him.
What now?