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[kinnbig]

KP Anniversary | Underrated Moments [7/?] | Chan & Kim

[suzteel]

KinnPorsche: The Series + human shields

All the bodyguards here give their lives for me. All this in return? Still seems too little.

[crystallinemoonlight]

you ever think about how chan was aware of the entire kittisawasd situation and just lived with that? man seemed so unbothered by the fact that korn shot his sister's husband, locked his sister in the attic, abandoned her children, and then employed her oldest son to be their bodyguard years later?? it's so wild to me, chan likely knew baby porsche, he knew nampheung, and now like 15 years later that same baby is on their front steps accepting a job as his trainee and chan just,,, goes along with it no problem?? does not say a thing?? I mean i dont expect him to blurt out secrets but i cant imagine how weird that must have been for him?

not to mention the fact he KNEW that porsche and kinn were "cousins"??? man KNEW they were semi-related (or fully related, for all he was told), and he just,,,, stood there. unbothered. whatever. not his business. man saw them making out knowing full well porsche's mom was in the attic and they were half-related and he never said a thing.

i wonder what other kind of messed up things this man has seen to become the king of being unbothered. it's almost impressive

[wildelydawn]

No I have to enquire about the ChanKim. Like. Legally. Like no actually I need it. Hello. Hi. Please. More of your delicious thoughts. I'm obsessed with you and your beautiful brain forever btw 💌

HELLO HI, welcome to my ChanKim agenda.

I have only a single thought: that ChanKim is violent and/or manipulative towards each other. I don't have more thoughts for you.

But.

I have two scenarios for you, if you want to read:

I. (tw: manipulation, implied sexual coercion)

“Do you wonder?” Kim whispers.

Chan says nothing. Averts his eyes like he does when the boy’s father gives him orders.

Boy. Not a boy. Kim hasn’t been a boy in years. At twenty three years old, the youngest son of the Theerapanyakun family is older. And more. Musician. Assassin. Model. Drug trafficker. 

A man. 

At nearly two decades his senior, Chan had watched him grow from petulant child to ruthless Mafia leader. Growth didn’t happen overnight; growth happened under Chan’s hand and discipline because Khun Korn could not be bothered to do it himself.

Chan had not realized that training Kim would result in Kim learning more than hand to hand combat. He could talk his way out of any scenario. Or worse, into. Chan recalls when Kinn deployed Kim and Chan to a client’s home. Kinn explained that the client had dues, and that the safe in his nightclub could pay for his debts handsomely if given the choice between it and his life.

Kim came back with the money and the deed to the club. And not a hair out of place, not a sweat broken.  The boy-turned-man had a predisposition to the art of manipulation. 

Chan should know. 

He’s being manipulated now. Kim’s been playing the long game. Chan figures he planted the seed years ago: insisting Chan spar with him when a younger bodyguard would be a better choice. Requesting Chan as his bodyguard and being obviously disappointed with Big’s appointment. Catching the man’s eyes, and if Kim’s lucky, his sleeve too. Just to remind Chan that smooth talking and violence were not the only traits that Kim developed over the years. Kim has a face, too. One that people like to look at, listen to, and that he could play it the minute Chan falters.

And now, Kim wants to go all in for whatever secrets his father has hidden in his study.

Chan expects the sleeve thing again: predictable. He has seen Kim’s dance before because it works. A touch. A pinch. Lean in, a mouth to their ear and then move away and leave them guessing and come back and pull on them, gently, let them believe that you see something they don’t, that you have answers they need. Offer them something sweet and intangible. Freedom. Purpose. Assurance. Peace. All of which are possible and fleeting, that secures them crawling back to you. Open the blinds. Close them. Check your phone, smile, put it away. He’ll tell you it’s okay. It’s safe now. You did good.

Chan doesn’t move, in case he does shoot Kim down, which would be the right thing to do. Chan will die amidst Korn’s chess game, but it’s a death he is contently anticipating. Korn had provided him with luxuries and pleasures, so Chan’s loyalties lie with Korn above all else, no matter how beautiful, young, spiteful, foolish, cunning, tempting Korn’s son appears.

But Kim doesn’t need to know that. 

“I wonder. I wonder all the time.”

-

II. (tw: blackmailing, violence, implied sexual assault/noncon)

Fuck.

Kim can feel eyes on his back. He knew coming back here would be a problem. But he has to know. Korn told him nothing besides his stupid resurrection plan that Kim holds little interest in. Unsatisfied, he crash landed into his father’s study, tearing open the books on the shelves, opening the locked drawer and finding no answers.

“Are you here to lecture me about how to keep a tidy room?”

Chan says nothing. So Kim keeps going. He takes out a knife and drags it across his father’s beloved arm chair. Worn stuffing and fabric explode out like a cartoon. Nothing. Next is the coffee table. Where was that tab? Ah yes, under, left hand side. Kim hits the switch, and another secret compartment within the table opens.

Nothing.

“You must know,” Kim drawls as he looks at the hideous globe on the shelf, hoping to beckon the man to slip out something. “Either Korn or Porsche told you.” He takes hold of it and lets it crash heavily to the ground. The ceramic shatters instantly. Hilariously, there is a kilogram of snow inside, but that’s hardly of interest.

“What do I know, Khun Kim?”

“Where they hid the brother,” Kim accidentally answers too quickly. 

But it’s over. The head bodyguard of the Theerapanyakun family has a smirk on his face. Chan has won. Kim can keep up the passive look, pretend that he has a fighting chance, but it’s over.

“I do know.”

Kim can get one more bite in though. It would feel damn good to do so. “Korn whispered it into your ear last night?”

In a flash, Chan pins Kim against the bookcase, his calloused hand around Kim’s throat. The wood digs painfully into his back and the furniture rattles alongside his bones.

“You should respect your father.”

“Does that include getting fucked in the ass by him?” Kim grits out. He’s not afraid. Chan has done much worse for far less. “Must be nice knowing all your needs are taken care of.”

Chan’s grip tightens. There’s no pain though. Something else, something so hideous runs through Kim as Chan’s face clouds over. 

“I can give you the location tomorrow, if you'd rather.”

Kim’s body goes numb and it is not Chan’s doing. Tomorrow is too late. Vegas and Gun will be here in hours. Kinn and Porsche will take up arms against him, and by the looks of his uncle’s army and his cousin’s idiocy, there is a very good chance none of them will make it out alive.

But Porchay can. Porchay can make it out alive. 

“Or you can behave,” Chan says quietly. “And when you’re done, I’ll give you the coordinates. And you can run off and play house with the brat for as long as you want.”

Kim closes his eyes; Chan loosens his hand; Kim, defeated, reaches for the guard’s dress pants. 

“It’s a pity you destroyed your father’s armchair. I quite liked bending you over it.”

IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS, THANKS :)

[laesas]

trick or treat 🩷

Prismmmmm!!!

Can I offer you a sliver of ChanBig jealousy in this trying time (admittedly it's from a KenBig fic.......)

Ken and Big are in the medical wing because Ken has a concussion, Chan finds them there.

Big clears his throat.

“Was there something you needed, sir? You came looking for us.” “Ah.” Chan sighs, then pinches the bridge of his nose. “I came looking for Ken. Khun Vegas has requested assistance with an urgent document translation. But since he’s out of commission, I’ll have to do it.” Ken feels nauseous all over again. “I can-” Big starts reflexively, and Ken’s heart drops down to the pit of his stomach.  Chan silences him again. “No. You can’t.” It’s sharp, dismissive, and Ken knows that dismissal is all Big will ever hear, but there’s that note of something else again, the note he couldn't place from earlier. Almost possessive.  It doesn’t matter where exactly Chan is coming from with this.  For once, Ken isn’t going to argue.  “Big, with me. I’ll walk you through the additional duties,” Chan says, turning to the door. Big falls into step at his heel.

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[dreamfaerye]

NO I have not rewatched Chan's shootout in the last episode over and over again while silently screaming. Don't be ridiculous!

[triggerblaze345]

Bonus round: list all nine in order of favorite to least favorite!

[chanbig]

[muleumpyo]

ChanBig inspired by the amazingly beautiful fic At the end of your fingertips, us by nubeazul on ao3 💕💕💕

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Chan asks, and it’s suddenly very obvious that it was not disappointment what he thought he saw in his expression. It was worry. Concern. There's a lump in Big's throat. He can't get any air in. “I didn't think it was important,” he says truthfully, his voice coming out in a whisper. Something flickers in Chan's expression, quick as lighting. It's gone before Big can pinpoint what it was. *** Or: Chan helps Big get dressed in the mornings. Big tries to pretend he feels normal about that.

Below the cut, the scene from the fic that inspired this:

Chan takes a step back, looks him up and down, and frowns.

“Where is it?” he asks, his eyes wandering around the room.

“Where is what, sir?” Big says, confused.

“Your—ah, there."

Big doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about until he sees him walk up to his bedside table and pick up the hair band he left there last night.

And then, because apparently the universe has a twisted sense of humor, Chan gestures to the bed, and says, “Sit.”

That can’t mean what Big thinks it means.

“Sir, there’s no need—”

“Big,” Chan cuts in, his voice carrying a bit more weight this time. It makes Big straighten his spine immediately. “Sit.”

And Big can’t say no. If Chan asks him to give a logical explanation, he won't be able to. It's not an option, after all, to say that he’s afraid that if Chan stands too close, if his touch lingers for too long, he’ll be able to somehow read between the cracked lines of Big’s practiced expression and see all his hidden truths lying there, bare and breakable and weak.

Before his eyes betray him, Big ducks his head in a nod and does as he’s told. He sits down and turns to face the bed’s headboard, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall and keenly aware of Chan’s presence as he moves to stand behind him.

“Has anyone told you you can be absurdly stubborn?” Chan asks, right before his fingers begin threading through Big’s hair.

Big closes his eyes against the sensation, willing himself not to lean into the touch and locking his muscles to stay still.

“Not recently,” he answers truthfully, and hears Chan huff a short laugh behind him. He ignores the way that sound makes him immediately want to smile back.

“I’m glad I remedied that situation,” Chan quips back, and Big is glad he can’t see him roll his eyes in response.

When Chan's hands fall away, Big misses his touch immediately. But he doesn’t get much time to process that, because Chan walks around to stand in front of him and Big has no choice but to look up and meet his eyes.

Chan seems to be assessing his work and, after a few seconds, he nods, seemingly satisfied.

And then—

Then he's reaching out, gently grabbing a loose lock of hair that sprang free from Big's ponytail to slowly place it behind his ear.

The intimacy of the gesture makes Big’s breath stutter; it catches in his throat and, in the silence of the early morning, it seems to resonate loudly in the room.

The moment must last only a second but is more than enough for a clear image to cross his mind: Chan’s touch, lingering, and him turning his face to place a kiss to the center of Chan’s palm in response.

[auseyre]

So something I never noticed about this scene.

When Vegas jumps in here, I immediately thought -he's like a little kid, cocky because his dad is there to back him up. And obviously Chan thinks it too, because the subs are wrong...he doesn't say "that's why I was talking" he says "the adults are talking".

It's the next part though...when he says "you'd be advised to go home" he's still speaking only to Vegas -- he says it in English, so it's clearly meant as a response to Vegas speaking English to him and he's looking at Vegas, not Gun when he says it.

He turns back to Gun and goes back to Thai until guns get drawn like cartoons.

The interesting thing is, he's giving Vegas an out here. I can't imagine this was Chan on his own, caring if Vegas was a part of this or not. It had to be Korn who wanted to keep Vegas out of it. Of course, Vegas was never going to take that option -he'd rather die proving his loyalty to his father than wear the crown in his stead. I'm sure that's something that baffles Korn -he would expect his sons to choose to stay alive and put themselves in a position of power if it came to it.

I think Korn's plan was to give the ring to Vegas after he killed Gun, thinking he could control him easily and still use him as a pin to poke Kinn with...even more so since he could play benevolent uncle once Gun was gone. But Vegas completely fell apart after his father's murder, taking that option off the table. (Okay, I'm never gonna find it again rn, but someone did a great post about how the minor family is way too dramatic and emotional for Korn and this is an example of that...compare to Kinn swallowing back all the emotion when he thought Korn was dead so he could take care of business).

[misspoetree]

[14/24]

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[kinnbig]

Why don't you like Chanbig? :0

I don't hate ChanBig lol, I think they have a lot of potential, I just don't personally vibe with fanon ChanBig really.

I think it's mostly that a lot of fanon ChanBig is very Happy Ever After, they're soulmates, they fall in love and it's romantic (and also there's daddy kink). But to me, Big is just the ultimate poor little meow meow. He's an angry and miserable and tragic little guy. I don't want him to have a happy ending - I want him to suffer! So much of who Big is as a character is shaped by his unrequited love for Kinn, and so much of ChanBig fic rests on either that not being the case, or Big getting over Kinn very quickly. It's just personally not for me.

That being said - fucked-up, toxic ChanBig? Big fucking Chan because he's the next best thing to Kinn? Chan taking advantage of his position of power and Big's unwavering loyalty, because he knows Big would never refuse an order? Chan knowing as Big drops to his knees that he's wishing it was Kinn who had ordered it? 👀 I'd be very into that.....

[bunnakit]

✨ kinnporsche chan / peter knight appreciation post ✨

[crystallinemoonlight]

still not over the fact korn murdered porsche and chay's family and then planted some lousy gambler as their guardian who ruined their lives and put them into constant debt that drove porsche to risk his health and life street fighting. it's insane. especially bc in the later episodes arthee showed a scary lack of care towards porsche, calling him naive and stupid, trying to extort him using his dead family, he did not give a shit. people don't just change like that overnight, he didn't just get evil and uncaring, that stuff was already there. and he was picked to look after two traumatized children??

korn must have done that on purpose, either to put porsche in a constantly vulnerable state he could later exploit, or to keep him busy so he'd never have the time or capacity to think too much about his family's past. there's no way he didn't know.

[kali-mav]

I can't believe it took me so long to draw these two ;w; This is a cover art for @theoldastronomer's fic, we worked together for @kinnporschebigbang!! And this is a scene from Chapter 5!

Please GO AND READ IT! <3

[laesas]

There are a thousand iterations of what The Look between Kim and Chan could mean but I think a fun one is "my father's not dead either way"