#bigken

The look that crosses the faces of the bodyguards could only be described as cautious pity. You know that look you give to a child who gives you a drawing of yourself, and, despite it giving you insecurities you didn’t initially have about yourself, you take it with a large smile and the lie ‘it’s beautiful’ slips straight through the gaps in your teeth. And you thank them for this monstronsity that you pretend like you won’t burn with your cigarette lighter later tonight as they beem brightly, clasp their hands together and bounce away ready to go disappoint Van Gogh all over again. 

That was the type of look that graced these hardened bodyguards as they watched their foreign colleague crack open a jar of the apparent abyss. 

Ken had excitedly waltzed into the bodyguard commons with a package addressed from Australia. It immediately caught the attention of Arm and Pol, who could immediately smell snacks with their heightened ability to sus out any food within a five mile radius.They circled their colleague with feigned interest which Ken had seen through immediately. 

“What you got there Ken?” Arm asks curiously as Pol nods eagerly, both hands wrapped around the other’s arm and tugging on it excitedly. 

The black-haired bodyguard eyes them as he rifles through the fridge and drawers. He gathers some utensils, crackers and butter before walking back over to the table where the two other males are eagerly awaiting him. He pulls out a chair and takes a seat. 

“I’ve been feeling a bit homesick, so I ordered somethings from Australia.” 

“What kind of things?” Pol immediately chirps in, his intentions seeping through his giant smile and leering gazed zoned in on the package resting between Ken’s hands. 

Ken sighs, deciding not to drag this out any longer. He slices through the tape with his knife and fishes out a package of chocolate covered cookies before passing it to the couple. Arm takes it in his hands and looks back at Pol like they’ve just been given a solid bar of gold. Pol jumps a few times on the spot, his smile growing even wider. They quickly attract the attention of Pete, Porsche and Big as they also come over to check out what was happening. 

Tankhun’s bodyguards and Porsche happily pass around the cookies, standing on one side of the table whilst Big stops behind where Ken is sat, hands shoved leisurely into his pant pockets. Their joy is soon replaced by disgust as a pungent smell wafts into surrounding air. Ken holds in his hand a yellow packaged jar and the contents looks like a thickened slab of tar. He picks up a spoon and gathers a generous helping of what honestly looks like frozen soy sauce. 

“Try.” 

It’s short of an order. 

The four bodyguards look between themselves with strained eyes, each silently refusing to budge. Porsche nudges Pete a bit too harshly as the other stumbles forward. Ken raises the spoon higher towards Pete who accepts it with the same forced smile and laugh he has permanently plastered onto himself whenever Khun Vegas was around. He takes the spoon with both hands before stepping back to his fellow traitors friends. He turns to Porsche who also puts forth his ‘hey thanks but no thanks’ smile, the one where his teeth barely poke through and there’s only pain in his eyes, as he raises his hand to refuse politely. 

“I’m allergic.” 

“You don’t even know what it is.” Pete whispers back harshly. He scowls at his roommate and turns to the other pair. He reaches for Arm’s hand and forcibly raises it before passing the spoon into the palm of the unfortunate IT genius. Arm stares at the offending thing like it was poison. He turns to the man beside him. 

“You try it Pol.” 

The taller man gives him a hesitant look but in the end, he knows he can’t refuse Arm. He lets the other feed him, biting down as his teeth cuts through the thick condiment. He immediately reels as his face crumples in on himself. 

“What the fuck is that?! That is nasty!” 

Arm hands back the spoon to Pete as he quickly fetches a glass of water. A hand wraps around Pol’s neck as the glass is held up towards his lips and he takes generous sips. He raises his own hand to hold onto Arm’s wrist in thanks. Porsche and Pete also take tiny samples of the thing, the curiousity getting the better of them and they form the same pulled expression, hands reaching for the other roommate’s shoulder as they collectively lean over and try not to gag. 

“That tastes like Khun Nu’s carp food.” Pol states once he’s gotten the taste out of his mouth. 

Porsche and Pete stop their shared pain to look at Pol and even Big’s snide expression at watching them all suffer falters into confusion at the statement. Pol’s face falls. 

“Not that I know what carp food tastes like.” He quickly says before grabbing the water from Arm and chugging down the remainder like his life depended on it. 

Ken chuckles as he picks up a cracker and spreads a thin slice of butter and an even thinner slice of the abyss condiment onto it. He hands it over to Big who takes it cautiously. He takes a bite and pleasant surprise graces his sharp features. 

“It’s not bad.” 

“That’s because you’re not meant to have it by the spoonful.” Ken explains, earning glares from four different pairs of eyes from the other side the table. Big smiles down at the other as he takes another bite of the cracker. 

“What’s going on here?” The familiar voice of the second son floats into the commons as the six bodyguards stand to attention. 

Kinn walks over to the group, the sight of his favourite bodyguard (the ‘s’ at the end comes after he’s stop admiring Porsche’s knowing smile) all huddled around and being civil for that matter. A wicked idea forms in the forefront of Porsche’s mind as he quickly grabs the spoon and the jar. He scoops a giant spoonful and holds it out to Kinn. 

“Ken was showing us some delicacies from his home country. This is the best one, it’s absolutely delicious. You have to eat it all in one go.”