For all the lovelies (me included LOL) who need ep15 VP today: Enjoy!!
It's the 27th day at the hospital, and Pete notes happily that Vegas is recovering well. His wounds, all closed, and his internal organs are starting to function as they should; color returning gradually to Vegas' skin, and even the hospital gown is starting to look sexy on him, Pete observed gleefully. There have been more frequent touches too, but slow, gentle like they have all the time in the world, layered in between sloppy kisses, stolen away like sunlight in a crystal.
It's been perfect and Pete knows it's a lie.
He catches it, quite easily, in the dragged-out moments of stillness, at the beginning. When Vegas still was open, raw like the scabbed edges of the bullet holes in his ribs, when the pain of his battle scars wouldn't allow Vegas to afford his mask. When staring out of the window for hours, with tears soundlessly dripping down was only as easy as pulling Vegas into Pete's embrace, kissing away the salty droplets with trails of saliva, when knowing the hurt was there, was so simple.
But Pete always anticipated that the simplicity would come to an end, for the man he craved was intricately weaved in strings of concealed emotions. As the strength returned, with it came the stoic facade, and Pete was the only soul in the whole world who noticed.
When Porsche came to visit, Kinn stood at the door, awkward, stilted, even as Pete tried to smile. Sympathy, he wasn't sure if either he or Vegas could stomach it much, so he listened as best as he could, as Porsche tried to explain the Minor-Major family situation. He heard the subtle hiss at the mention of Korn's name, he watched as Vegas stared intently at the ring on Porsche's hand. He took in the cold of Vegas' eyes as he looked away.
And they never talked about it again, after Porsche and Kinn left.
If Pete caught Vegas, not meeting his eyes more after that, if he observed Vegas rubbing his thumb against his index finger obsessively like searching for a missing ring since then, if he saw Vegas' jaw harden every time he mentioned his ex-boss, Pete still said nothing.
Revenge, the want for revenge, Pete knew, was easy, so simple, too. And loving was harder, so much harder. Pete understood that too.
So it was the 27th day and he shifted closer. As the last sunrays of the day hit Vegas' face gently like a spotlight, he seated up slightly straighter, no longer slumping, the bandages less restrictive.
Macau was nestled in his favorite corner, headphones plugged on, playing some game, Pete had no clue about.
He inched closer to Vegas, not inconspicuously, but rather in a determined manner, making Vegas turn to him with a questioning brow.
"I got you a present," Pete said as he held out a closed palm, smiling, "It's nothing much, and I am not even sure if it'll fit you... But it's yours."
Vegas fidgeted, then leaning down slightly looked at Pete, "What is it?"
"Give me your left hand," Pete gently pulled at his wrist, and slowly like putting a collar for the first time on a feral cat, slid the ring down his index finger. And strangely, like it was preordained, the narrow band of piss poor gold slid down Vegas' finger like butter on a hot pan, until it settled snugly, like perfection right down his knuckle.
"Oh, it fits!!" Pete exclaimed, happily. He looked up to see Vegas staring at the ring like it was a burning piece of metal on his skin.
"But," Vegas turned his hand around and around, "why?"
Pete heard the crack in his voice, louder than gunshots, "Because you deserve it." He replied simply.
He cradled Vegas' face, pushing in the softest of kisses he could afford without breaking himself.
"It was my mother's she bought it long before I was born to give to the man she loves; she never gave it to my father. My grannie kept it safe, until she passed it on to me, to only give the ring to the man I love and the man strong enough to cherish that love. It's worthless in money, probably fake gold too, but Vegas, to me it is priceless." Pete nuzzled against Vegas's neck, peppering tiny kisses, "Just like you are..."
The next kiss was searing, teeth and tongue, Vegas held him hard pushing, kissing him until his lips felt numb, until the wind was knocked out of his lungs. It was like the first time, it the like the last time, it was like the only time.
"Tell me you want to live with me," Pete smiled in the kiss, wickedly, like a man on a drug, "Promise me you'll live with me, I don't want to die for anyone. Ever again. So promise me your life, promise me..."
"How did you..." Vegas breathed, labored, like his ribs hurt, he drank in the sight of Pete, flushed, pink, hot, smiling, and said, "Pete... I... I won't want anything, you don't. I won't go after Korn if you stop me. I love you, Pete. Always, above everything. And I will forever honor this ring."
"Good," Pete answered simply, pulling Vegas' forehead against his own, fevered skins sizzling, "Because Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun you belong only to me. You're only My family. You dare not wear any other family's ring, ever again, because you're mine."
If Pete got pushed down on the bed, being kissed senseless, after that, with Macau joining in too, because the sweet brat had eavesdropped on their whole conversation, Pete wasn't complaining. At all.
The End
(This is too short to post on AO3, but I don't know, I might as well. Anyways, I am not sure if Vegas is gonna look for revenge in season 2 or if Pete will support it or not, but this is my take for the time being anyway!)
The first time Vegas sees drunk Pete, he is gonna absolutely go bonkers in front of Pete's drunken cuteness... The moment Pete says Kamsahamnida and Ahjumma, Vegas is gonna shout Kawaiiiii with heart eyes🥺❤️❤️❤️
Dayum, all the receipts on Twitter of Bible being a screwdriver king, a jealous BFF, a total whipped man, and also being the freaking captain, co-captain, and steward of his own ship is soooooo FUNNY🤣🤣🤣
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It's the 27th day at the hospital, and Pete notes happily that Vegas is recovering well. His wounds, all closed, and his internal organs are starting to function as they should; color returning gradually to Vegas' skin, and even the hospital gown is starting to look sexy on him, Pete observed gleefully. There have been more frequent touches too, but slow, gentle like they have all the time in the world, layered in between sloppy kisses, stolen away like sunlight in a crystal.
It's been perfect and Pete knows it's a lie.
He catches it, quite easily, in the dragged-out moments of stillness, at the beginning. When Vegas still was open, raw like the scabbed edges of the bullet holes in his ribs, when the pain of his battle scars wouldn't allow Vegas to afford his mask.
When staring out of the window for hours, with tears soundlessly dripping down was only as easy as pulling Vegas into Pete's embrace, kissing away the salty droplets with trails of saliva, when knowing the hurt was there, was so simple.
But Pete always anticipated that the simplicity would come to an end, for the man he craved was intricately weaved in strings of concealed emotions. As the strength returned, with it came the stoic facade, and Pete was the only soul in the whole world who noticed.
When Porsche came to visit, Kinn stood at the door, awkward, stilted, even as Pete tried to smile. Sympathy, he wasn't sure if either he or Vegas could stomach it much, so he listened as best as he could, as Porsche tried to explain the Minor-Major family situation. He heard the subtle hiss at the mention of Korn's name, he watched as Vegas stared intently at the ring on Porsche's hand. He took in the cold of Vegas' eyes as he looked away.
And they never talked about it again, after Porsche and Kinn left.
If Pete caught Vegas, not meeting his eyes more after that, if he observed Vegas rubbing his thumb against his index finger obsessively like searching for a missing ring since then, if he saw Vegas' jaw harden every time he mentioned his ex-boss, Pete still said nothing.
Revenge, the want for revenge, Pete knew, was easy, so simple, too. And loving was harder, so much harder. Pete understood that too.
So it was the 27th day and he shifted closer. As the last sunrays of the day hit Vegas' face gently like a spotlight, he seated up slightly straighter, no longer slumping, the bandages less restrictive.
Macau was nestled in his favorite corner, headphones plugged on, playing some game, Pete had no clue about.
He inched closer to Vegas, not inconspicuously, but rather in a determined manner, making Vegas turn to him with a questioning brow.
"I got you a present," Pete said as he held out a closed palm, smiling, "It's nothing much, and I am not even sure if it'll fit you... But it's yours."
Vegas fidgeted, then leaning down slightly looked at Pete, "What is it?"
"Give me your left hand," Pete gently pulled at his wrist, and slowly like putting a collar for the first time on a feral cat, slid the ring down his index finger. And strangely, like it was preordained, the narrow band of piss poor gold slid down Vegas' finger like butter on a hot pan, until it settled snugly, like perfection right down his knuckle.
"Oh, it fits!!" Pete exclaimed, happily. He looked up to see Vegas staring at the ring like it was a burning piece of metal on his skin.
"But," Vegas turned his hand around and around, "why?"
Pete heard the crack in his voice, louder than gunshots, "Because you deserve it." He replied simply.
He cradled Vegas' face, pushing in the softest of kisses he could afford without breaking himself.
"It was my mother's she bought it long before I was born to give to the man she loves; she never gave it to my father. My grannie kept it safe, until she passed it on to me, to only give the ring to the man I love and the man strong enough to cherish that love. It's worthless in money, probably fake gold too, but Vegas, to me it is priceless." Pete nuzzled against Vegas's neck, peppering tiny kisses, "Just like you are..."
The next kiss was searing, teeth and tongue, Vegas held him hard pushing, kissing him until his lips felt numb, until the wind was knocked out of his lungs. It was like the first time, it the like the last time, it was like the only time.
"Tell me you want to live with me," Pete smiled in the kiss, wickedly, like a man on a drug, "Promise me you'll live with me, I don't want to die for anyone. Ever again. So promise me your life, promise me..."
"How did you..." Vegas breathed, labored, like his ribs hurt, he drank in the sight of Pete, flushed, pink, hot, smiling, and said, "Pete... I... I won't want anything, you don't. I won't go after Korn if you stop me. I love you, Pete. Always, above everything. And I will forever honor this ring."
"Good," Pete answered simply, pulling Vegas' forehead against his own, fevered skins sizzling, "Because Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun you belong only to me. You're only My family. You dare not wear any other family's ring, ever again, because you're mine."
If Pete got pushed down on the bed, being kissed senseless, after that, with Macau joining in too, because the sweet brat had eavesdropped on their whole conversation, Pete wasn't complaining. At all.
The End
(This is too short to post on AO3, but I don't know, I might as well. Anyways, I am not sure if Vegas is gonna look for revenge in season 2 or if Pete will support it or not, but this is my take for the time being anyway!)
Bubbles are having so much fun😝
How did I not know this existed??!! Also spill the tea😹