I feel like Chay can and could influence all three Teerapanyakul brothers.

Like Kinn would turn the underworld upside down for Porsche if anything happened to Chay

We know Kim would not hesistate to kill for him and Tankhun has already signed the adoption papers on him.

Ok but a 100k word fic on this please

Please use these tags:

1. Protective older brothers. This can be applied to Kinn and Tankhun towards Kim

2.Protective younger brothers. This can be applies to Porchay and Kim towards their siblings.

3. Tankhun leaving his comfort zone for Chay; attending his graduation, bring him out for shopping etc

4. Kinn having the chance to feel like an older sibling, taking Chay out for his first drink, tutoring in his studies, Chay giving Kinn younger brother affection like he does to Porsche

5. Kim freaking out when he couldnt stop/save Chay from being in trouble and having to ask for help ( like the time he got tasered at Chay’s house)

6. Birthday gifts for Chay. They be trying to up each other , Tankhun gifts a condo, Kinn buys a car, Kim gives an engagement ring and lifelong commitment

7. Chay to interact and hang out with the guards and him learning stuff like firearms and hacking into security system with Arm, learning boxing from Pete and having hotpot in the bodyguard’s quarters.

7. Chay’s presence in the main house changes it into a house with more warmth or Nampheung recovers

8. Ok so in this universe, Vegas and Macau makes peace, everybody gets along and Pete remains the main house bodyguard and they go on dates on Pete’s day off

9. What if Macau and Chay get into the same faculty what does this mean it means if somebody was gonna hit on Chay, Macau was going to spy on him for Kim thats what it means

10. I want Chay, Pete, Porsche and Tay to form an alliance. Like a chat group. Mafia Malewives Alliances. Maybe for once Porsche could include his brother instead of leaving him behind all the time

PLEASE THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN

I think paper targets are boring.

— Semantic Error director Kim Soojung, on using color/lighting in scenes in order to communicate character emotion (x)

You never leave me, you fight alongside me.That makes me feel very happy.

PAT and PRAN in BAD BUDDY (2021)

*manipulates me into loving him 😍*

MANNER OF DEATH (2020) EP.9

NOT ME (2021) EP.10

It’s stuck? ENCHANTE (2022) | Episode 7.

I feel like my new fave trope is person A falling first but person B falling waaaay harder

Tim Drake

I might have things I like … but I don’t want you to know. ENCHANTE (2022) | Episode 7.

ᴍʏ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜꜱʜ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ  ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ -ᴊᴀɴɪɴᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

ENCHANTÉ THE SERIES 🎬 EPISODE SEVEN

A little something for Sir Tim. A certain someone who knows who they are has got me thinking about it again.

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"Do you honestly expect me to wear that?" Jason tossed his head with no small amount of disdain. It was a big head too, considering he was in his dragon form.

He was also digesting a meal, which was the only reason Tim felt he could broach the subject.

"How else are you going to carry me when we leave here?" Tim asked, trying to keep his tone reasonable.

The dragon flexed one of his taloned feet and Tim was quick to shake his head. "No, absolutely not. All it'll take is for you to forget you're carrying something and down I go."

Jason scoffed, smoke blowing from his nostrils. "As if I'd drop part of my hoard."

"Do you really want to take that chance?"

"... No."

Tim hefted the straps of the leather harness he'd spent the last week crafting under the watchful eye of Bruce's master saddlemaker. She'd been quite enthusiastic about the prospect of designing the world's first dragon saddle. "Then let me fit this to you. If it's done right, you'll hardly notice it's there at all."

More smoke filled the small courtyard. "That's not the point."

"I know," Tim answered, keeping a level eye on the dragon that meant so much to him. "You're not some brainless beast. You're a proud being who ranges the skies and has seen and done things I can only dream about."

This time, Jason arched his neck and tossed his head with no small amount of pride. "Damn right."

"But if you want me to fly with you, I'm not going to dangle like a fish on a hook," Tim continued. "You have your pride and I have mine. I also can't fly and am a lot squishier than you are. So. Where are we going to meet on this?"

The dragon's head swung down and around so that Tim could place his hands on Jason's snout if he wished. Orbs of sapphire blue stared unblinkingly before he let out a massive sigh that nearly knocked Tim off his feet. "Fit your harness. Just remember that I'm not a pack mule."

Tim tried not to crow in victory, but it was hard to conceal his grin, so he didn't even try. "Like you'd ever let me forget."

@krizariel inspired me w/ one night stand to accidental co workers jaytim 🔥❤️

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Wayne Enterprises is huge. Tim gets lost three times before a kind worker stops and points him in the right direction of conference room B. He’s lucky he left early and manages to make it into conference room B before anyone else.

He paces around the room, unsure of which of the twenty chairs that surrounds the long table in the middle of the room to sit in. He stands near the wall of windows looking down over Gotham, stomach jolting not at the sight of the streets far below but at the sight of his reflection.

The hickey on his neck is sneaking out of the top of his collar, lighter and less noticeable than it was two mornings ago when he first saw it, but still. It’s just his luck that Tim’s last one night stand would have a neck fetish. He tugs his collar higher up his neck again and hopes he remembers not to mess with his tie during the interview.

Bruce Wayne may be a playboy but Tim doubts he’d want as much out of one of his new hires.

The first part of the interview goes well. Bruce Wayne is different in person than what Tim has seen from him through the media spotlight. He’s kind and- awkward , surprisingly. Tim finds himself opening to him, forgetting about his nerves at all after twenty minutes.

“Well, I can see why Lucius liked you so much,” Bruce says. His smile is small but genuine. “There’s just one person I think you should meet before we continue the interview. Jason, my son, has recently taken over as the coordinator. You’ll be working directly with him to help run things for the Martha Wayne Foundation.”

Tim smiles too. Jason was the name of the man Tim spent last Friday night with. What a coincidence. “I’m looking forward to-”

“Bruce! Sorry, I’m late everyone was driving like an asshole-”

“Language,” Bruce says, grimacing at Tim as if he cares about Jason’s language when Tim is still processing that the behemoth of a man that just barged into conference room B is Jason. As in not a coincidence Jason. Neck kissing, hickey leaving Jason.

Jason, who is apparently Bruce Wayne’s son and, oh god, Tim is never setting foot in this building again. He’ll have to leave Gotham at this rate. Maybe Kon will let him stay at the farm for a while until Jason and Bruce forget Tim exists.

Jason hasn’t noticed Tim yet in his hurry to get settled, stealing a sip from Bruce’s cup of coffee with one hand and dragging Tim’s file in front of him with the other.

“This is Timothy Drake. The man we’ve been looking at to be your assistant coordinator,” Bruce says. “Tim, this is Jason. He doesn’t usually make an entrance like this, I promise.”

Jason hums a nonreply, skimming Tim’s portfolio in record time while Tim barely manages a grunt through his too tight throat.

He knows the moment Jason notices the photo of Tim the day he graduated with his Master’s degree because he freezes. He doesn’t blink and doesn't twitch, holding completely still as he stares at Tim’s photo for too long.

Eventually Bruce clears his throat. “Jason, are you okay?”

“Sure.” And then there’s the slow drag of Jason’s gaze from the photo up to where Tim’s trying to disappear into his seat. His eyes rest a moment on Tim’s neck as though he knows the hickey is still there underneath Tim’s collar before their path continues and he makes devastating eye contact with Tim. “Timothy Drake.”

He makes Tim’s name sound like a threat. Tim swallows loud enough that Bruce and Jason can probably hear it from the other side of the table. “Jason, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Is it?” Jason smiles slowly and that’s a threat too. Tim eyes the door. He could run, maybe. He thinks he remembers the way out. “Bruce, can I have a moment with Tim?”

Bruce frowns. “But…”

“We’re going to be working alone together a lot. I wanna see how we get along by ourselves before we actually hire him.”

Bruce nods and leaves without further argument, ignoring or not noticing Tim trying to beg him with his eyes alone not to go.

The door closes with a fatal click, leaving Jason and Tim alone. Tim can’t help but remember the last time they were alone together Jason had put his mouth all over Tim’s face and neck and in return Tim had put his mouth all over Jason’s pretty cock.

“Tim, Tim, Tim…”Jason leans back in the chair, throwing his arms up and clasping his fingers together behind his head. “I’ve seen plenty of shady shit since I started working here but this? This is new.”

“What?” Tim asks, slow and distracted by how different Jason is in a suit than the leather jacket and faded jeans he was wearing when Tim met him. He’s no less attractive though, Tim hates to notice.

“This. You,” Jason clarifies. “Did you think if your lack of gag reflex impressed me enough you’d get hired on the spot?”

“I didn’t know it was you, I swear. I was out celebrating making it so far past interviews here, ironically.” He gives a weak chuckle. “Besides, I probably should have stayed for breakfast if I wanted to make a good impression.”

The joke falls flat, if anything Jason’s posture grows more tense. “Either way, I don’t know if I want to work with someone I have to worry about stumbling into one of our benefactors during a night out.”

“You’re worried about me? What about you?” Tim demands. He tugs down his collar to show off the marks Jason left all over him, feeling a furious satisfaction when Jason’s attention snaps to them. “It took both of us to have the night we had. Don’t be a hypocrite.”

“At least you know for sure I wasn’t plotting. What would I have had to gain from it?”

“The best blow job of your life, apparently. Your words, not mine.” Tim shrugged. “And for the record, we both know I wouldn’t have needed to plot for this. I’ve been working events for my parents' company since high school.”

“The company that went bankrupt two years ago?” Jason asks sweetly.

“My point is,” Tim continues, hurrying past the sharp sting of that reminder. “I have more experience working with Gotham’s elite than you. I know who will donate if you invite them to summer galas, which families you have to schmooze, and which you have to remind of the dirt you know on them to get a check. I’m sure Bruce knows too, but you don’t really want to keep bothering him over and over with those sorts of questions, do you?”

“I’ll learn all of that on my own eventually,” Jason says after a telling pause.

“Maybe, but if you’re as charming with them as you have been with me today, the Martha Wayne Foundation is going to be significantly less funded by the time you get your shit together. I can help you with that on top of leaving you worry free I’m scheming to get to the top. I was born and raised there after all.”

Jason throws his head back with a dramatic sigh. “You have the most punchable face out of anyone I’ve ever met. How am I supposed to work with that?”

“You said it was fuckable the other night. Maybe you’ll change your mind again.”

“And that!” Jason points to him. “We’re not repeating Friday night. Ever. So, don’t even think about anything unprofessional. It’s strictly business with us from here on out.”

“I wouldn’t want a repeat anyway.”

Jason narrows his eyes like he doesn’t believe Tim at all. “I won’t make it easy on you either. You’ll want to quit by the time our first event is over.”

Tim grins despite Jason’s warning, because Jason is talking like he already has the job. “That’s fine. I happen to like it rough.”

He leaves before Jason has a chance to fire him before his first day begins.