Kim vs Feelings Round One- Open

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⌛ Who: Kim Theerapanyakun and various
⌛ What: FEELS and drinking
⌛ When: Following Will and Riley's wedding/b day party for Kinn
⌛ Where: Mostly the Hotel but drunken Kim might wonder
⌛ Warnings: Posted as needed.



Riley waking up had been a very much needed relief for Kim, even though he hadn't been like Will posted at his side the entire time he had slept Kim worried, about Riley and Will both. Their wedding had been nice and so was the party that followed, not that Kim stayed to the end of it having made a bee line with a bottle of booze to his room just before midnight.

When the following day came, leaving the room just seemed like the last thing he wanted to do. Not due to a hang over, but more because he hadn't sobered up and had no real intention of doing so. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, he just knew that he felt something that wasn't there before and he had no idea what to do with this. He knew his track record and he knew what a monster he really was. Probably second to only his father as far as the family went.

Yeah, just staying in his room and drinking himself stupid sounded like an awesome plan.

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It had worried him when he didn't see Kim for a bit. So with a bag of mochis for each of them in his arms, he went upstairs to his room. For a moment he wondered if he should just go in. It was hard to tell but he really wanted to check up on him. Make sure he was okay. He really cared about him a lot, after all he wouldn't have slept with him if he didn't.

Finally Riley decided to go for it and knocked on the door. He had to try at least.

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The knock made Kim jump, pushing up off the bed where he was laying and rolling to the side before falling unceremoniously off the edge of the bed with a solid thunk.

" Shit." came solidly from Kim who was now at an odd angle on the floor with his legs still partly up on the bed. Pulling his legs down he pawed around on the floor for the bottle of booze he'd been sucking on. Taking a drink from the bottle and setting it aside after sloppily putting the cap back on.

Oh yeah, some one knocked.

"I am under the weather." he yelled toward the door.

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"I brought the mochi candies. Can I come in? Make sure you're okay?"

Yep, that was Riley's voice on the other side of the door. And he was really going to at least try to be allowed inside. He wouldn't be pushy but he had to at least try right? Since this was someone important to him?

"Um...if you don't want to talk we don't have to. We can just sit together and eat them."

Though it sounded like a fall happened in there. He wanted to at least look into that...

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As soon as he heard Riley's voice he was trying to get up right, at some point during the night or morning he had shucked off his shirt and pants. So, when he finally did get to the door he was just in his boxers.

He looked like hell warmed over and smelled like whiskey. As soon as the door was opened he all but grappled Riley into a hug, not a strong one and some how Kim's forehead ended up on his chest.

He didn't say it but by the state of things he was definitely not okay.

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Riley gasped softly at the sight of Kim and almost stumbled. He definitely dropped the candies in order to support him. But they weren't nearly as important as this person here. Wrapping his arms tight around him, he squirmed them further into the room to be able to close the door for privacy. Then he let them sink to the floor so he could better hold him and pet his hair.

For a moment he didn't say anything. He just let himself try to be as much comfort to the other as he could. But finally he had to ask...

"Do you want to talk about it?"

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Pete had seen Kim leave early and had recognized the look on his face when he had. He hadn't even said anything about the missing bottle of booze either, just quietly noting it in the inventory so no one would wonder about it later. Whatever was going through Kim's head, he needed the space for it and he wanted to let him have some time to process.

But he couldn't let Kim stay along forever. Especially not without food. So after giving him that space, he took some dinner up to Kim's room and knocked on the door. But he didn't wait to be let in and went to try the door immediately.

Not that a lock would stop him but still.

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What good was a lock around here anyway? He didn't use it and probably wouldn't have even if he was sober enough to remember to do so anyway. Kim doesn't have much in the room yet, but a night stand was knocked over on it's side, no doubt from drunken stumbling into it.

The side chair was leaning precariously against the wall with the other side table shoved over into it. Bed was a disheveled mess and Kim was in the corner blanket around him and leaning against the wall. When the door opened he made no attempt to move and just sighed heavily.

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Pete looked around the room slowly and took it all in. Yep. That was a mess. Closing the door behind him, he brought the food over to Kim and then sat down on the floor with him to lean against the wall.

"Rough night, huh?" That was an understatement and he knew it. But he figured it would give Kim room to decide how much he actually wanted to share.

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Pete, he'd always been cool. If not stressed out with the antic that Khun put on or trying to pry apart the horns he and Kinn often locked. He looked to Pete, the food going untouched.

" I'm such a fucked up person." he said " But all in the same, I love you." he said waving his hand as if to emphasize the point. " You are my brother. Tell me. How did I end up like this?" sense making? Out the window.

[unleashedpet]

Ah. So that was what this about. Knowing this family he had a feeling that Kim had caught feelings and now he was trying to process them in that constipated way that seemed to be genetic. He nodded as he caught up with the situation in that moment and let his hands rest in his hands.

"We're all pretty fucked up if you think about it. Look at the lives we come from. The fact that any of us are functioning on any level?" He gave a small snort of a laugh and let his head rest against the wall behind him.

"Who is it you're thinking about?" he asked, looking over at Kim.

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Besides alone time spent with Kinn to mark his birthday, and catching sleep, Porsche was still in errand mode. Between that and running food and whatever else was needed for the various inhabitants of the house, he hadn't given much thought to anything else.

But it appeared that the worst had passed and it was time to regroup. Which, in his amateur opinion, could only happen after a decent breakfast. Unfortunately, he was the morning cook so decent was questionable. His crash course of watching Vegas in the kitchen would have to do in regards to any sort of cooking lessons.

First stop was Kim's door. Porsche had caught sight of his brother in law heading back to his own rooms and assumed he was still there.

"Hey, Kim," he called out, knocking. "I'm taking breakfast orders."

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An eye creaked open from the spot he had landed on across the bed. There was a voice with the knock. Ah Porsche, he knew that one. He was an okay dude, and his brother was going to marry him. Right.

" Whiskey neat, leave the bottle." it was spoken in a way that it was hard to tell if he was joking or not.

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Porsche thought about it for a long moment. He truly did. Did he want to get involved with a drunk Kim? It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to step in when someone had too much. That was half his job as a bartender.

And this was family. So yeah, he guessed he did want to get involved. "I'll just check," he muttered to himself before calling out. "Hope you're dressed," he warned as he came in. The smell of alcohol made even him blink rapidly and hesitate.

"Yeah, I don't think another bottle is what you need," he ventured as he stepped closer to the bed, head tilting to get a better look at the younger man. Squatting down, Porsche sent up a prayer that this would not be the moment Kim's stomach attempted to forcibly sober him up. "Are you alive?"

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Porsche said about being dressed and he just groaned into the pillow, his brain still swimming in that fog. He wasn't dressed. But he wasn't naked either. Congratulations Porsche, you've leveled up in the family rankings to 'seen Kim drunk as shit in his underwear'. Achievement unlocked as unwanted as it may be.

" I am alive, and another bottle is what I need. Why did you ask if you were going to be choosy on what we are allowed. That's crap service." he said disgruntle obvious in his voice, no effort yet to move his head up off the pillow still face down grouching into the fluff.

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"Never said I wouldn't get you what you asked for," Porsche replied pleasantly. The clothing situation wasn't as bad as it could have been. "And I'm not getting paid so you get the service you get."

He glanced around and took in the evidence a proper bender then looked back at the prone form. "So what's up, little brother? What are you trying so damned hard to drown?"

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Not seeing Kim worried Will, too. And, just like his boyfr-- er, husband, Will went looking for him with a bag of hard candy in hand. Sweets were important and their delivery made for the perfect excuse to visit someone.

He knocked lightly on Kim's door -- his room seemed like the most logical place to start looking for him. He had drank a lot the night before.

"Hey Kim?" he called softly through the door. "It's Will. You in there? Can I come in?"

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He was sort of awake, sort of half drifting in the sea of booze he'd tanked in the last 12 hours or so.

He looked toward the door at the sound of Will's voice, and scrambled to get up. Not dressed at all except for the boxer shorts. Kim looked rough to say the least and so did the room.

" Will! I'm com--" words were cut off as there was the sound of a thud and a crash of dishes? Falling to the floor and making more of a mess since he'd not touched the food on the dishes. If Will ever wanted to know what he himself might look like sprawled belly down in his boxers on the floor with fried rice specking his hair, now was the chance.

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Okay, that crash was concerning enough for Will to barge in without waiting. If he hadn't been so worried, the sight would've been comical. He dropped the bag of candy he brought on the nearest surface and rushed to Kim's side to make sure he hadn't injured himself.

"Are you okay?"

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Defeated by gravity he sighed heavily and just let his head thunk onto the floor too. He shook his head still face down on the floor.

" No." it was simple and to the point. " I just wanted to hold you a while." he's pretty wasted by the smell of the whiskey coming off him. " Now, I am all ricey."

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Will pressed his lips together and sighed gently. He could smell the alcohol in the room. Kim must have been really upset to drink so much. In the back of his mind, he wondered if it was because him and Riley got married... He reached out to help Kim sit up and gave him a serious once over to make sure he hadn't been obviously injured in his fall.

"Want a bath? I can wash your hair for you."

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While the aftermath of the party was at Pete's, Cheng still showed up the next day. He was still a little uncertain about things but was happy for Will and Riley. He also wanted to make certain these people were on the road to healing and not falling back into dispair. If anyone was an expert on that, he was one of them.

So the one door that was closed while all the others were occupied or empty and open had him studying it for a bit. Choosing to press forward, he knocked on the molding and called out. "Anyone in this room? Hello?"

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Kim arched an eye brow, he didn't know that voice. He scrunched up his face and shifted out of the bed. Sorry JC, this due is far too drunk to care or recall that he is almost naked less his boxer shorts.

The door was opened and there was Kim, messy haired half cocked and face all squinty " What.." give him a minute here to process. Robes..long dark hair, OLD TIME CHINESE WIZARD MAN. His lips curled and this drunk bastard over here actually growled. " You have some mother fucking nerve coming around here."

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For a moment, Cheng was utterly confused. Why would Will-ah. Wait. He remembered seeing someone at the New Year's party, someone else kind of mumbled about how Kinn's little brother was here and how he looked so much like Will. And apparently, this little brother liked to drink.

As soon as he was snarled at, Cheng straightened and tilted his head so he could look down at the person toeing up to him, further implying that Kim would live longer if he backed down. "Do I? I would have to concede to you, young master. I do not have the nerve to be so... shit-faced and naked so early in the morning in my elder brother's house."

Snarl at the sect leader and he will snarl right back. The claws are still covered for the time being, but Cheng had no reason not to defend himself should it be necessary. Was it an insult to be so slovenly in an elder sibling's house? Probably. It probably did nothing to assuage any concern Kim may have about old-time Chinese wizards. But Cheng had his own pride, too and he wasn't going to kowtow in apology to this cur. He hadn't done anything wrong.

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First this baboon with a hair pin rolled up to his Phi's home at all. Then this asshole in a Chinese tutu had the nerve to talk to him like that? After what he did to Riley.

" I live here you uneducated dog. And after you hurt Riley like you did so carelessly you've got zero room for judging anyone at all"

He got that out before he suddenly was channeling a NFL line backer and running his shoulder right for JC's abdomen.

" Bastard!" he hissed.

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What?! Cheng was ready to demand an explanation when he had to absorb a blow to his gut. Grunting softly, he goes with the flow and spins around, lamenting that there was no shirt to grab onto and just works with what he has available: he goes to hook an arm under Kim's to swing him back around away from the railing and into his room.

"What are you talking about? I haven't hurt Riley."

He hates this part. Baby sitting drunks. Part of him is thrilled that Wangji gets to baby sit his brother, now.