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"We're sorry Khun Kinn. We have no idea how he got in this time."
Useless, all of them, Kinn sighs as he only thinks of massaging his temples. His headache from the morning is now strong enough that his vision gets blurry if he moves too fast. He shows nothing of this. For his bodyguards he is just as cold as usual. There is nothing different.
"I'll deal with it," he says.
He has enough of this situation and how incompetent his men are.
"But Khun Kinn you –"
"I?" he cuts the young bodyguard.
"Nothing Khun Kinn. I'll be waiting outside."
Kinn doesn't acknowledge the man anymore. He goes back to read the contract about the last shipments his father insisted he took care of. He signs the last page before sitting up. He allows himself to stretch and finally massage his painful head. It doesn't help much.
Time to go deal with the menace, he thinks. It is not difficult to find the cat. He opens his office door and sees his bodyguard standing up quickly, guilt on his face. He looks down and here he is. The orange menace terrorizing his men. The cat looks up and chirps happily before walking past him. Kinn sighs as the cat rubs on his leg, leaving another bunch of orange fur on his suit. He feels like the cat made it his personal goal to leave as much hair everywhere as he can. Kinn sends one last death glare at the guard before he closes the door. He will have to ask Chan about the new recruits and why they are assigned to him, but later. For now he has a cat to catch.
"Khun Kinn, we don't know how –"
Kinn doesn't have to listen to the end of the sentence to know what it is about. It has been three weeks now. Three weeks of the cat walking in the building as if he owned it. Three weeks of the feline terrorizing the staff before he went to sleep somewhere.
The bodyguard keeps talking but Kinn's attention is caught by the cat walking in the office and jumping on his desk. It looks around before pushing a pile of paper off the desk before moving on to another. After the third pile, he seems content enough to finally go nap.
"You're here again?" Kinn barely looks up at the cat. He is not in the mood for his shenanigans. His men messed up a deal with the Italians and now he has to clean up. Of course his father put everything on him. He should have guessed they would get double crossed. Even if he had no way of knowing what was happening.
He feels a paw hitting his thigh. It gets insistent when he doesn't react.
"What do you want?" he looks down. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
A cute meow is the only answer he gets before the cat jumps on his lap. He expects him to jump on the desk next but the cat flops and starts to purr instead.
"Are you going to stay here?"
The cat closes his eyes, his purr only increasing. It looks like it is going to stay. Kinn goes back to his paperwork, the warm weight of the cat being a nice comfort as he sorts out different delivery paths. He could get used to this.
This sweet moment was an exception. He should have known it. The next day, the orange menace is once again walking in his office, head and tail high. Everything in his demeanor screams mischief. It's only confirmed when he jumps on the desk pushing papers on the way. Just this is not surprising but Kinn feels like it is not going to stop here today.
"Don't you dare," Kinn warns as if it had stopped the cat before.
The cat chirps before pushing his glass of whiskey off the desk. The glass shatters and spills alcohol everywhere on the carpet.
"You sure are not the one cleaning this."
The cat huffs at the words. If cats could talk, Kinn is sure he would say something like "it's not you either."
A bodyguard comes in a hurry, asking if he is alright. The cat takes advantage of the open door to bolt out of the room.
After that day the cat disappears for a week. Kinn is not worried for him of course. He is obviously relieved of the peace being back in the compound. No more chance to trip on a dead mouse. No more leaves left in his bed. Even less paw prints on important papers. Everything is perfect. No one has to know he leaves his window open for the tiny chance of the cat being back.
Kinn wakes up slowly, a warm presence on his side. He has no idea what time it is but it looks like the sun is already high. He never sleeps in. On the contrary he always wakes up at dawn, unable to go back to sleep. The warmth against him moves and a slow purr starts.
The menace is back.
Kinn is too comfortable to worry about where he was. He starts to pet him and the purr increases. He doesn't know how much time passes like this. He just allows the purr to lull him back to sleep. A sharp pain jolts him awake suddenly. He straightens up and meets the smug face of the orange menace, his paw firmly pushing on his kidney.
Of course... Kinn should know better than believe in this sweet facade. The purrs never last long.
"Are you going to show yourself?'' he says as he pushes away the cat ''I know what you are."
The week of the cat being away allowed him to think. There is only one explanation of how the cat would be able to sneak in and out so easily: he had to be part of the staff. The week away also coincided with Chan taking most of the new recruits away for a training trip.
The cat doesn't move much. He sits and tilts his head on the side. Kinn will not find him cute. This cat is a menace. Kinn still remembers when he was found poking at Tankhun's fish and he had taken him away just before his brother saw it. No one needed to know he had asked Arm to delete any footage incriminating the cat, nor that he had threatened Arm if he talked.
"Whatever. I have work to do so go be a menace somewhere else." Kinn steps out of his bed and walks to the bathroom to get ready. He is already late. He is not going to be even more late because of this cat.
It felt like the day would never end but Kinn can finally see his quarters and Big guarding the door.
"No cat in sight, Khun Kinn," Big says as he opens the door.
He nods and walks in. Big closes the door after him.
He removes his jacket and puts it on a chair before heading off to his bedroom.
"So, what does your brother want with mine?"
The voice coming from his bed startles him. Big had told him the cat was nowhere in sight.
The cat... that is clearly not a cat right now. Kinn didn't expect the cat? human? shifter? to really show himself anytime soon. He didn't expect it to be real despite all the proofs he had gathered previously. He even less expected the cat to be Porsche.
"My... brother?"
"Yes, the idol one. Pretty face, voice of an angel, blah blah... at least that's how my brother describes him. If you ask me I'd say "kidnapper of lost kitten"."
"Kim?"
Nothing makes sense. Kinn considers walking away and just ignoring the other but he is not going to sleep on the couch because of a cat, no human. Whatever.
"If you want to call him like this, yes this one."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replies as he sits on the bed.
"Hm, really?" Porsche purrs as he crawls to him. Kinn tenses as he feels his weight on him. Maybe the couch would have been a better idea. He is not sure what to do with the suddenly very human cat in his bed.
"Yes. He doesn't talk to me."
He just had to stay focused on their talk and find a way to make him go out. Preferably without Big noticing;
"Tsk. What kind of brother are you then? Not making sure your nong is okay?"
Kinn is sure there would be claws sinking into his skin if Porsche had been a cat right now. He can hear the growl in his tone. It is playful and, at the same time, there is something like disappointment.
"I make sure he is okay," he tries to defend himself.
"Reading gossip is not how you do it. Let's go." Porsche is standing before Kinn understands what he means. "Come on! We're going."
"What?"
"I miss my nong so, we're going to see them."
"We can't do this."
"Don't tell me you don't know either where the kitten-thief lives?"
"I do but –"
"So, it's settled. Let's go see our nongs."
"It's midnight."
"And?"
"We are not going to see my brother at midnight if we want to stay alive."
"He's a musician. They don't sleep at night."
"Exactly my point. I am not interrupting Kim's composing."
This is what seems to make Porsche see reason. He tilts his head on the side, just as he always does as a cat, and hums. "You're right. Chay hates it when I interrupt him. Let's go to sleep then and wake up early!"
"You are not sleeping in my bed, Porsche!" Kinn protests as Porsche jumps on the bed and sprawls in the middle.
"You know my name?" The surprise in Porsche's voice seems genuine. It is soon replaced by a smirk. One promising nothing good for him. "Would you rather have a cat in your bed? You slept so well this morning, Khun Kinn." The last words are said in a purr.
"Out!"
"You're no fun," Porsche laughs but he does go off the bed. "See you tomorrow, Khun Kinn."