Familia

by insaniyochi

Summary:

The Theerapanyakuls finally experienced peace for the first time, but with the current generation, how long will that peace last?

Chapter 1

The Theerapanyakul's finally all have kids that are all of age.

With them being all of age, love is in the air as the various heirs navigate their lives, balancing both their mafia lives and their out-of-mafia lives.

KinnPorsche:
-Prapai (x Sky)
-Tinn (x Gun)
- Heart (x Ming)

KimChay:
-King (x Uea)
-Mai (x Jade)
-Nuer (x Sym)
-Pharm (x Dean)

VegasPete:
-Yi (x Kondiao)
-Venice/Phayu (x Rain)
-Saifah

Tankhun:
-Daisy (x Touch)
-Intouch (x Korn)
-Fiat (x Leo)

TharnType (Kirigun):
-Uea (x King)
-Nuea (x Toh)
-Kuea (x Lian)

SeanWhite (Wang):
-Lian (x Kuea)
-Leo (x Fiat)
-Kondiao (x Yi)

KongArthit (Ariyasakul):
-Korn (x Intouch)
-Dean (x Pharm)
-Touch (x Daisy)

No Family Planned as of now:
Toh
Rain
Sky
Jade
Sym

Chapter 2: PROLOGUE

Summary:

KimChay are now parents

Panicked screams echoed through the grand Theerapanyakun estate, a stark contrast to its usual quiet hum of activity. Staff scurried through the hallways, their faces etched with concern. Today was the delivery date for Porchay, the youngest omega in the powerful family, but an unexpected complication forced an early induction.

Tears streamed down Porchay's face as he gripped Kim's hand tightly, his usually bright eyes clouded with pain. Kim, his alpha mate, held him close, whispering reassurances like a soothing mantra. "It's going to be alright, love," he murmured, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. "We're here for you, every step of the way."

The delivery room buzzed with controlled chaos. Medical equipment whirred, punctuated by Porchay's ragged breaths and Kim's words of encouragement. Twenty-four agonizing hours crawled by, each minute stretching into an eternity. Finally, a healthy cry pierced the tense atmosphere. Their son, King, had entered the world.

Exhaustion claimed Porchay before he could even hold his newborn. Kim's heart lurched at the sight of his mate, pale and unconscious. Panic surged through him once more, a stark contrast to the overwhelming joy of fatherhood.

"Doctor! What's happening to my brother?" Porsche burst into the room, his face shattered by worry.

Doctor Top, the trusted family physician who had delivered this generation of Theerapanyakuns, met Porsche's frantic gaze with a calming smile. "Easy there, Khun Porsche. Khun Chay is simply exhausted. The delivery went smoothly, and both the baby and your brother are healthy. He should wake up within a few hours. Right now, rest is crucial. We'll clean the baby and run some tests just as a precaution. Khun Kim, have you chosen a name?"

Kim glanced at Porchay, his love for his mate evident. "King," he said simply, going back to caressing his husband's hair.

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True to the doctor's words, Porchay stirred three hours later. His first instinct was to search for his husband. "Kim?" he rasped, his voice weak.

The room resembled a makeshift family haven. Everyone was present - even the young ones. Two-year-old Yi, Pete and Vegas' one-year-old twins, Venice and Saifah, and Kinn and Porsche's son, Prapai, barely a year old, filled the room with their soft snores. Extra beds and couches had been brought in, transforming the room into a temporary family nest.

Kim materialized by his side instantly, his worry momentarily forgotten as he saw Chay regaining consciousness. "Yes, angel? Is everything alright? Don't try to talk too much," he cautioned gently. "You need rest after such a long labor."

"I'm fine, Phi," Chay murmured, "But how is he? How is our little King?" His voice trembled with a mix of exhaustion and yearning.

"He's doing well," Kim assured him, his voice thick with emotion. "He's a bit smaller than expected, but he's perfect in every way, just like you." He leaned down and kissed Chay's forehead, his eyes filled with a love that transcended words. "Just rest a little longer. Once you wake up properly, he'll be right by your side."

Sleep claimed Porchay once more, a peaceful smile gracing his lips. Kim watched over him, his protectiveness a tangible presence. The arrival of their son had changed their lives forever, and he couldn't wait to introduce Porchay to the newest member of their family, their little King.

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The news of King's arrival spread like wildfire through the estate. Excitement crackled in the air, a welcome reprieve from the initial tension. Kinn and Porsche, who were seasoned parents now, took the lead in organizing everything, with the help of Tankhun of course. He wouldn’t allow them to design by themselves.

A dedicated nursery was prepared, filled with the softest blankets and the most exquisite toys money could buy. Pete and Vegas fussed over Porchay, ensuring he got the best care possible. Even the young ones, with their innocent curiosity, brought a playful energy to the atmosphere.

The following days were a blur of well wishes, cooing over the baby, and stolen moments of sleep. Porchay, finally holding King in his arms, felt a surge of love so powerful it took his breath away. King, with his delicate features and a head full of soft, downy hair, looked like a perfect blend of Porchay and Kim.

Despite the early birth, King thrived. He slept soundly, his tiny fists clutching at the air. The family doctor, Doctor Top, assured them that King would catch up quickly.

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One afternoon, while the senior members of the family were busy with business meetings, Kim found himself alone with Porchay and King in the nursery. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, bathing the room in a warm glow. Porchay, still weak but with a newfound sparkle in his eyes, cradled King against his chest.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Porchay whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Kim chuckled softly, settling into a plush armchair beside them. "He is," he agreed, his gaze fixed on his two favorite people. "He's got your eyes, wouldn't you say?"

Porchay tilted his head, studying King. "Maybe a little bit. But definitely has your stubborn nose."

Kim laughed. "Is that right?" He reached out a finger, gently stroking King's tiny nose. King, in response, opened his eyes, revealing a startlingly brown gaze that mirrored Kim's own.

A hush fell over the room. It was as if King recognized his father, a silent connection forming between them. Porchay's heart swelled with a love that threatened to burst from his chest. This little person, a fragile miracle, held the key to their happiness, their future as a family.

"He seems to like you," Porchay teased, his voice barely a whisper.

"Of course he does," Kim said confidently, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm his dad, after all."

Porchay scoffed playfully. "Don't get too full of yourself, Phi," he said, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Suddenly, King let out a tiny cry, his brow furrowing. Porchay's smile vanished, replaced by a flicker of worry. "Is something wrong?"

"He's probably hungry," Kim reassured him, taking a bottle of pre-made formula from a nearby warmer. "Let's see if we can get the little prince fed."

Kim expertly propped up pillows behind Porchay, helping him into a comfortable position. With practiced hands, Porchay prepared the bottle, offering it to King. The tiny baby latched on eagerly, his small face nuzzling against the nipple. As King fed, a sense of contentment washed over the room.

"You're a natural," Kim remarked, watching Porchay cradle their son with such tenderness.

Porchay blushed. "I guess watching Hia with Pai paid off."

Their conversation was interrupted by the soft creak of the nursery door. Yi, their nephew, peeked in, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Can I see baby King?" he asked in a hushed tone.

Porchay and Kim exchanged a glance. "Of course, sweetie," Kim said gently. "But you have to be very careful, okay? He's still very little."

Yi, careful not to make a sound, tiptoed towards the family. He sat down, peering at his new cousin. A moment of silence passed, then Yi beamed.

"He's cute!" he declared, pointing a chubby finger at King.

Porchay chuckled. "Yes, he is, isn't he?"

Yi's arrival marked the beginning of an endless stream of visitors. Venice and Saifah, Pete and Vegas' energetic twins, brought chaos and laughter to the nursery. Prapai, barely a toddler himself, seemed fascinated by King, often reaching out to touch his tiny hand with a gentle curiosity.

Porchay, despite initial reservations about the constant commotion, found himself enjoying the lively atmosphere. The house, once filled only with the quiet efficiency of staff, now resonated with the sounds of playful squabbles, giggles, and the occasional diaper change.

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One evening, as the house finally settled into a peaceful quiet, Porchay found himself alone again with Kim and King. Exhaustion pulled at his eyelids, yet he felt an unexpected surge of energy. He was a father now, responsible for this precious little life.

Kim, sensing his thoughts, reached out and squeezed his hand. "You're doing great, Chay," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We're doing great."

Porchay leaned against him, a sense of security washing over him. He looked at King, who was fast asleep, a peaceful smile playing on his lips. He knew, with absolute certainty, that their lives had changed forever. The challenges may be many, but with Kim by his side and their son as their guiding light, they were ready to face them together. As Porchay drifted off to sleep, he held onto the promise of their future as a family, a future that sparkled with the same brilliance as King's wide blue eyes.

Chapter 3: CHAPTER ONE

Summary:

This is set 19 years after King's birth

The aroma of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls filled the air, a familiar scent that always signified a good morning in the KimChay household. Porchay, his dark hair still slightly damp from a quick shower, hummed along to a soft melody as he meticulously arranged the pastries on a platter. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, a sense of pride welling up within him. These weren't just breakfast and lunch; they were little tokens of love for his growing sons.

King, already clad in his crisp college uniform, materialized in the doorway, his dark hair mirroring his father's. At nineteen, he was the spitting image of a young Kim – tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating a quiet confidence. He inherited not just Kim's looks but also his stoic demeanor.

"Papa, I'm heading to school now," King announced, his voice a deeper version of Kim's.

Porchay turned, a warm smile blooming on his face. "Bye, baby. Will you take your siblings to school as well?" he asked, already reaching for another batch of pastries.
Being the eldest meant King shouldered a certain responsibility. Three years after his birth, Porchay had surprised everyone with twins – Mai and Nuer. They were adorable as toddlers, always clinging to their parents, but as they grew older, their personalities began to diverge. Both manifested as alphas at thirteen, much to Kim and Chay's surprise.

Nuer, the younger twin, developed a strong admiration for King and Prapai. He started mimicking their every move, even adopting some of their more mischievous habits, which often landed him in hot water with Porchay and Porsche. Thankfully, their older cousins, Yi, Venice, and Saifah, served as anchors, preventing them from causing too much chaos.

Mai, on the other hand, was a mirror image of Porchay. He possessed his father's gentle nature and love for the arts. From music to baking, he spent most of his free time by Porchay's side, learning the intricacies of crafting delicious pastries and serenading the house with his soft melodies. Their youngest, Pharm, was a recent addition to the omega side of the family. Unlike his siblings who manifested at thirteen, Pharm's omega nature blossomed a year later. He was the apple of everyone's eye, doted on by his parents and siblings alike.

"Yes, Papa. Of course," King replied, his voice softening a touch when Pharm came bounding into the kitchen, his sleep-tousled hair sticking out in all directions. A chorus of "Good morning" filled the room as the twins joined their siblings.

"Remember that we all have to go to the compound tonight, okay? The banquet is tomorrow and P'Kinn wants us all to be there today, just to be sure," Kim announced, emerging from his study, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had just finished a call with Kinn, their uncle and current head of the family. The annual Theerapanyakun banquet was a prestigious event, bringing together allies and business partners from across the country.

Pharm, ever the loving one, launched himself towards Kim, burying his face in his father's chest. "Good morning, Dad!” Pharm said, as he lifted his head from Kim’s chest. Kim chuckled at his son before facing his husband. “Sorry I took so long in that call. I wanted to help you cook," Kim said to his Chay, ruffling their son, Pharm's hair. Despite the demands of running the family business, Kim always made time for his children, his eyes twinkling with love as he glanced at each of them.

"It's okay, Dad. Papa said he doesn’t mind. And" Mai chimed in, his voice echoing Porchay's gentle cadence. "With the banquet happening tomorrow, I'm sure Uncle Kinn and Uncle Khun are running their mouths right now." Kim let out a hearty laugh. Mai's observation was spot on. Their meticulous and detail-oriented uncles were notorious for over planning every event.

"Well, you guys need to head to school," Kim announced, his playful demeanor fading into a touch of seriousness. "Pharm, baby, does your class end at 3? I'll go and pick you up."
Pharm's eyes lit up. "Yes, dad! I'll have the guard tell you when you can pick me up! Thank you!" He gushed, showering his father with appreciative kisses before racing towards King's car. King, ever the responsible eldest, was already behind the wheel, a hint of a frown etched on his face. He had a later class today, pushing his starting time back a bit.
"You two? Still at 4?" Kim asked, turning to his twins.

Mai shook his head. "We end at 3 today, Dad! You can come pick us up after N'Pharm. P'King said that he had late classes today so he can't pick us up."

Kim raised a questioning eyebrow at King. "Late classes? You sure about that, son?"

King offered a sheepish grin. "Uh, yeah. Professor Thanakorn gave us a surprise assignment, and we have to stay back to finish it."

Kim, well aware of King's occasional tendency to embellish the truth (a trait he undoubtedly inherited from Kim himself), opted not to push it further. "Alright, then. Just don't get into too much trouble, alright?"

"No promises," Nuer muttered under his breath, earning a playful nudge from his brother.

With breakfast devoured and goodbyes exchanged, the Theerapanyakun siblings piled into King's sleek black car. The familiar rumble of the engine kicked in as they pulled out of the driveway, heading towards their respective schools.

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King's sleek black sedan roared to life, pulling out of the driveway with a hum. Inside, the air crackled with a familiar energy.
Pharm, the youngest, bounced excitedly in the front passenger seat. His freckled nose pressed against the window, he pointed at a passing butterfly with unbridled enthusiasm. "P'King! Look! It's a Morpho Helena! It's so pretty!"

King, ever the supportive elder brother, offered a small smile as he glanced at Pharm. "Yeah, beautiful colors," he acknowledged briefly, his gaze already scanning the traffic ahead. He was notoriously focused on his driving, a trait inherited from their alpha father, Kim.

In the backseat, Mai was engrossed in a book titled "Introduction to Graphic Design." His brow furrowed in concentration as he underlined a particularly interesting passage. Nuer leaned against the window, scrolling through his phone with a mischievous glint in his eye.

A comfortable silence settled over the car, punctuated only by the rhythmic hum of the engine and the occasional chatter from Pharm. As King pulled up to a red light, Nuer finally looked up from his phone, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hey, P'King," Nuer drawled, "Remember that challenge Coach Ton issued for the basketball team? The one where the winner gets to pick the next practice drill?"

King's brow furrowed slightly. "Yeah, so?"

Nuer's grin widened. "Just saying, I aced it. The team’s stuck doing wind sprints for the next week."

A playful groan escaped King's lips. "Nice one, Nuer. You used Uncle Pete's secret training trick again, didn't you?"

Nuer chuckled. "Maybe. Uncle Pete wouldn't rat out his favorite nephew, would he?" He winked at Pharm in the front seat, who giggled in response.

Mai, however, finally looked up from his book, a frown tugging at his features. "Nuer, you know it's not fair to rely on external help to win a challenge. Coach said it's about personal skills."

Nuer rolled his eyes playfully. "Relax, Mai, it's just a silly team practice. Besides, the team wouldn't mind getting some extra exercise. We have a game soon after all."
King let out a low growl, a playful warning to Nuer. "Careful, Nuer. You might not always have Uncle Pete around to save you."

Suddenly, Pharm piped up. "Hey, guys! Look! There's Uncle Porsche’s cafe!" He pointed excitedly at a cozy café with steaming cups of coffee visible through the window. Their Uncle Porsche had started a cafe that turned into a bar at night, which was often bustling with activity.

The mention of food momentarily distracted the bickering brothers. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and coffee wafting from the cafe filled the car, making their stomachs rumble simultaneously.

"Maybe we can grab some snacks after school," King suggested, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. "But Dad will be picking you guys up so we’ll just see how things go."
A wave of excitement washed over the car. Food was a universal language understood by all Theerapanyakun siblings, and the prospect of indulging before school was a welcome distraction from their daily routines.

King skillfully maneuvered the car through the bustling city streets, a sense of warmth settling over him despite the usual morning chaos. He might have been responsible for his siblings, but having them around always brought a unique kind of joy and a sprinkle of mischief to his life.

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The bustling hallways of Chiang Mai International School echoed with the chatter of students rushing to their classes. Among them were Nuer and Mai Theerapanyakun, navigating the familiar corridors with practiced ease. Though twins, their personalities diverged as sharply as their academic pursuits.

Nuer, an alpha with an athletic build and a penchant for mischief, swaggered down the hallway, his hand bouncing a basketball rhythmically against the floor. He was easily spotted amidst the sea of students, his laughter drawing amused glances from both omegas and betas. Today, his usual target for playful banter was absent. Intouch, his omega cousin with a bright demeanor and a talent for languages, was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, have you seen In?" Nuer called out to a passing group of friends, his voice booming through the hallway. A chorus of "Nope, haven't seen him!" and "Maybe stuck in English class again?" or “Maybe in the council office?” followed. Nuer shrugged, before bidding goodbye. With Intouch unavailable, Nuer knew exactly where to find some good-natured trouble.

Across the hallway, Mai, his alpha nature masked by a gentle demeanor and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, slipped into his music class. Unlike his brother, Mai craved quiet and solitude. Music, his true passion, was his refuge. He found solace in the melody of his violin and the harmony of the classroom orchestra. Today, he was particularly excited. They were rehearsing a new piece, Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, and Mai couldn't wait to lose himself in the sweeping notes.

His excitement doubled as he spotted his cousin, Daisy, already seated at the first violin stand. Daisy, an omega with a bright smile and a voice like an angel, was Mai's closest confidante when it came to music. They understood each other's unspoken language of melodies and rhythms, creating a beautiful harmony both on and off stage.

As the music teacher, Khun Suphap, raised his baton, a hush fell over the class. Mai closed his eyes, the familiar feel of his violin beneath his chin grounding him. The first notes of Swan Lake filled the air, a wave of emotion washing over the students. Mai felt a surge of warmth as his eyes met Daisy's across the room. Their instruments became extensions of themselves, weaving a tale of lovestruck swans and lost innocence.

Meanwhile, Nuer, unable to find Intouch, decided to pay a visit to Fiat, another omega cousin with a unique talent. Fiat wasn't in their class schedule today, but Nuer knew exactly where he'd be – the ice rink. Fiat, a figure skater known for his grace and artistry, moved across the ice like a poem in motion.

Reaching the rink, Nuer watched from the bleachers as Fiat glided across the smooth surface, his body a blur of controlled movements. He marveled at the way Fiat defied gravity, spinning and leaping with effortless precision. Even Nuer couldn't deny the beauty of the scene.

A sudden silence shattered the peaceful melody. Fiat lay sprawled on the ice, his face contorted in pain. Nuer's playful expression vanished. He bolted towards the rink, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Ignoring the protests from the rink staff, he reached Fiat's side, concern etched on his face.

"Intouch!" he yelled, spotting his worried cousin hovering nearby. "Call Coach! Now!"

As Intouch rushed to get help, Nuer knelt beside Fiat, a newfound sense of responsibility. The alpha was now a pillar of support, his booming voice a source of comfort for his injured cousin.

“Nuer, I’m fine. I just slipped.” Fiat reassured him, but of course, he doesn’t believe him. In the corner of his eye, he sees Intouch running back with the coach and an alpha running behind them.
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Pharm shuffled into the Supamasuri School's baking classroom, his heart hammering a nervous rhythm against his ribs. Unlike his older brothers who all attended Chiang Mai International School alongside their cousins, Pharm, who just started lower secondary education, found himself the lone Theerapanyakun at Supamasuri. It was daunting. The unfamiliar faces, the crisp white aprons he wasn't quite used to wearing, all contributed to a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach.

He was an omega, and omegas thrived on connection. The lack of familiar faces, the absence of his brothers' usual teasing and playful banter, made him feel adrift in a sea of unknowns. Seeking solace, his gaze darted around the room, landing on a boy with kind eyes and a nervous smile hovering by the countertop opposite him. The boy clutched a recipe card like a lifeline, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Taking a deep breath, Pharm mustered a shy smile and approached him. "Hi, I'm Pharm. New student. You?"

The boy's eyes widened in surprise, then a relieved smile mirrored Pharm's own. "Kondiao," he replied, extending a hand. "New too. This whole baking thing is a bit… intimidating, isn't it?"

Pharm chuckled, the tension easing a fraction. "You could say that. But baking with Papa is my favourite. Especially when we make Khanom Chan – those layered coconut crepes with pandan custard. They're delicious!"

Kondiao's eyes lit up. "Khanom Chan? My grandma used to make those! But I never learned the recipe."

Thus began an unlikely friendship. Sharing a love for traditional Thai desserts and a healthy dose of baking inexperience, Pharm and Kondiao quickly bonded. As they donned their aprons and listened to the teacher's instructions, Pharm discreetly glanced at the recipe card Kondiao held. It was for Chocolate Chip Cookies – a classic, but a far cry from the more intricate Thai desserts Pharm was used to.

"Hey, Kondiao," Pharm whispered, leaning across the counter. "Do you know how to separate eggs?"

Kondiao shook his head sheepishly. "Nope. Never cooked anything before."

Pharm grinned. "No worries! I learned from Papa. It's easy."

With newfound confidence, Pharm guided Kondiao through the egg-separating process, explaining each step in a soft, encouraging voice. Soon, they were a well-oiled team, their initial nervousness fading as they focused on the task at hand.

Just then, another boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes approached them. "Need a hand with those cookies, Diao?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful tease.
Pharm and Kondiao looked up to find a boy standing before them. His smile was wide and contagious, instantly putting them at ease.

"I'm Kuea," the innocent looking boy announced, pulling out a chair and joining them. "And baking? Not my forte. But I'm a whiz at cleanup duty! Diao’s been my friend since we were babies."

As they began mixing ingredients, a comfortable chatter filled the air. Kondiao learned about the intricate layers of Khanom Chan, Kuea regaled them with tales of his disastrous attempts at making omelettes, and Pharm shared stories of their family's legendary annual mango sticky rice feast. The fear of being alone in a new environment faded away, replaced by the warmth of newfound friendship and the promise of delicious, albeit potentially misshapen, cookies.

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King navigated the bustling Chulalongkorn Academy cafeteria, his tray laden with a questionable combination of fried rice and green curry. Weaving through the chattering crowds, he scanned the room for his cousins. Spotting the familiar faces at their usual table in the corner, he quickened his pace.
College life was a far cry from the structured environment of high school. Here, amidst the independent schedules and academic demands, the comfort of family, even extended family, held a special meaning. His gaze landed on Yi, the eldest. Dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, Yi exuded an air of quiet authority that befitted a third-year business student and heir apparent to the Theerapanyakun business empire. Prapai, his second-year cousin, sat beside him, engrossed in a conversation with Saifah, a mischievous glint in their eyes. Saifah, a second-year automotive engineering student, was notorious for his playful pranks and devil-may-care attitude. Opposite them, Venice, a budding architect also in his second year, meticulously sketched in his notebook, occasionally pausing to add a detail to the digital rendering on his tablet.

As King slid into his usual seat beside Prapai, catching snippets of their conversation about an upcoming campus car rally, his gaze darted around the cafeteria once more. This time, however, it landed on a figure that stole his breath away. Seated alone at a small table by the window, a young man with impossibly dark hair and captivating dark eyes was hunched over a laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was breathtaking – an omega, King realized, with an air of quiet intensity that drew him in like a moth to a flame.
Uea. That was his name, a whisper from Prapai reached him. King glanced at his cousin, a silent query in his eyes. Prapai simply smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "New transfer student in your IT program," he explained with a low whistle. "Top of his class, apparently. But seriously focused. Never seen him crack a smile."

King felt a strange mixture of fascination and trepidation. Uea's seriousness was almost a shield, a barrier that kept everyone at bay. Yet, there was a vulnerability in the way he hunched over his laptop, oblivious to the world around him, that sparked a protectiveness within King. This omega, with his sharp mind and brooding demeanor, was unlike anyone he had ever met.

Throughout lunch, King stole glances at Uea, his own meal forgotten. The conversation with his cousins faded into the background, replaced by a silent monologue in his own head. How could he approach him? What could he possibly say to someone so clearly focused on a world beyond the cafeteria walls? As the final bell for the next class echoed through the room, Uea finally looked up, his gaze meeting King's across the room for a fleeting moment. A flicker of surprise, maybe even annoyance, crossed his features before he quickly averted his eyes, gathering his belongings and disappearing into the bustling crowd.

King rose from his seat, a newfound determination settling in his stomach. This was the first time he’s been this interested in anyone. Coming from the family he has, he was not lacking in omegas that wanted his attention. But this omega? He just found himself so captivated by him. He wanted to know more.

The afternoon classes seemed to drag on interminably. King found himself fidgeting in his seat, his mind constantly wandering back to the fleeting encounter in the cafeteria. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. With a surge of anticipation, he grabbed his things and bolted out of the classroom.

He scanned the hallways, his heart pounding in his chest, but there was no sign of Uea anywhere. Just as he was about to give up, dejection settling in his gut, he heard a muffled sound coming from a secluded computer lab. Pushing open the door, he found Uea there, once again engrossed in his work.

"Hey," King mumbled awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. Uea startled, his head snapping up, surprise and annoyance flickering across his face in quick succession. "This is a restricted lab," he said curtly, his voice laced with a slight coldness.

King took a deep breath. "I, uh… I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm King. We're in the same IT program." Uea eyed him suspiciously for a moment. Then, as if resigned to the interruption, he sighed and gestured to the chair opposite him. "Fine. King, is it? Uea. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to finish," Uea concluded, his voice softening a touch as he returned his attention to the glowing screen of his laptop. Despite the dismissal, King felt a flicker of hope. At least he wasn't getting thrown out. He hesitated for a moment, then a plan started to form in his mind.

"Actually," King began, clearing his throat. "I was wondering if you needed any help with that code? It looks pretty complex."

Uea glanced up again, a skeptical eyebrow raised. He scanned King for a moment, seemingly assessing his sincerity. Finally, he sighed again, this time with a hint of exhaustion. "Fine," he conceded. "But if you slow me down, you're out."

A wide grin spread across King's face. "Trust me," he said confidently, pulling out his own laptop. "I won't."

Thus began an unlikely partnership. Hours melted away as they worked side by side, lost in the rhythm of their collaboration. Slowly, the initial tension began to ease.

As the night deepened and the campus lights cast an ethereal glow outside the window, they finally cracked the code. A triumphant high-five filled the air, followed by a burst of laughter that startled even King. It was the first genuine smile he had seen on Uea's face, and it warmed him from the inside out.

"Wow," Uea admitted, a hint of awe in his voice. "We did it. I don't think I could have figured that out without you."

King felt a sense of satisfaction bloom in his chest. "Me neither," he confessed. "But working with you was actually… fun."

Uea's eyes widened a fraction, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Fun? That's a word I wouldn't usually associate with late-night coding sessions."

As they packed up their laptops, King knew this was just the beginning. He might not have had the words to express it yet, but he was determined to see this connection through, to bridge the gap between them, and perhaps, uncover the reasons behind Uea's serious facade.

"Hey," King said as they stepped out of the lab, the cool night air washing over them. "We should do this again sometime. Maybe grab a coffee before class?"

Uea hesitated for a moment, then a flicker of a smile crossed his features. "I don’t know," he finally replied, his voice softer than King had heard it before. "Maybe? Maybe not."

King let out a defeated sigh and bid Uea’s walking silhouette goodbye.

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The grand Theerapanyakun mansion buzzed with pre-banquet activity. Cousins weaved through the opulent living room, chattering excitedly about upcoming presentations and stolen glances across crowded hallways. King, finally escaping the clutches of his younger siblings, sank gratefully onto a plush sofa, a worn copy of a computer science textbook resting on his lap.

"So, King," an annoyingly familiar voice drawled, "how's the love life with the omega computer whiz?"

King looked up to find his cousin, Pai, a notorious prankster with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Around them, other cousins snickered, their ears perked with interest. King groaned internally. His secret hadn't stayed hidden for long.

"There's no love life, Pai," King muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. "We just worked on a code together."

Pai let out a theatrical gasp. "Just worked on a code? Alone? In a secluded computer lab? Sounds like a classic case of denial to me."

King shot him a withering look. "It's not like that. Uea's just really focused on his studies. Doesn't mean anything."

Nuer, sprawled on the floor with his phone clutched in his hand, piped up. "Yeah, right. You haven't mentioned anything about studying with ANYONE before.”

King sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Just as he was about to launch into a defense, Mai, his ever-observant brother, spoke up.

"Actually," Mai interjected, his voice calm and thoughtful. "Maybe there's more to it than just studying. Sometimes, shared goals and understanding can spark unexpected connections." He cast a meaningful glance at King, a silent support radiating from his gentle eyes.

King felt a surge of gratitude for his brother. Unlike the others, Mai wasn't focused on teasing. He seemed to understand, on some level, the nascent connection King felt with Uea.

Pharm, who had been engrossed in a conversation about a new recipe with their cousin Intouch, finally looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Shared goals? Connections? What are you guys talking about?"

Nuer ruffled Pharm's hair playfully. "Just grown-up stuff, little squirt. You wouldn't understand."

Pharm pouted, but before he could retaliate, the booming voice of their uncle Khun echoed through the room. "Alright, everyone! Time to go to sleep! The banquet preparations start early tomorrow!

A flurry of activity filled the room as everyone scurried towards their respective quarters to sleep. King, however, lingered for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. He wouldn't deny an attraction to Uea, the omega with a sharp mind and a carefully guarded heart. Yet, he wasn't sure if it was love or just a shared passion for their chosen field.

As he finally rose and walked towards his room, a quiet voice broke through the chaos. "Hey, P’King," it was Mai, trailing behind him. "About Uea… don't let the teasing get to you. Just be yourself, okay?"

King smiled gratefully at his brother. "Thanks, Mai. I appreciate it."

Chapter 4: CHAPTER TWO

Summary:

Banquet but in Pharm's POV

Pharm kept on fidgeting with the crisp white button-down, the material feeling scratchy against his sensitive skin. It wasn't the shirt itself that bothered him – it was the entire situation. Banquets were a regular occurrence in the Theerapanyakun household, a whirlwind of high-powered business talks and forced smiles. But this one felt different. This was the first one he would be attending since his omega nature blossomed just a year ago. Not only was his manifestation going to be announced to the entire family and their allies, but tonight was also the night his eldest cousin, Prapai, would be officially declared the heir to the main Theerapanyakun family. A wave of anxiety washed over Pharm, making him feel like a tiny sailboat adrift in a vast ocean.

He cast a nervous glance at his reflection in the mirror. The tailored white silk shirt and pale pink trousers were undeniably elegant, chosen by Porchay with his usual meticulous attention to detail. Yet, Pharm couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that gnawed at him. His older brothers, despite how carefree they were, always seemed to carry themselves with an effortless confidence. King, the eldest, exuded maturity and quiet authority, a natural leader in the making. Nuer, the mischievous twin, had a charisma that drew people in, while Mai, the other half of the twin duo, was blessed with an ethereal beauty and warmth that made him the light of any room. Pharm, on the other hand, felt like a shadow in comparison, his own personality overshadowed by his more vibrant siblings.

A soft cough broke the silence in the room. Pharm whirled around to find Fiat, his cousin, leaning against the doorway. Unlike Pharm, Fiat embraced his omega nature with a fiery confidence. His flamboyant outfits and captivating eyes often left alphas speechless.

"Hi, Pharm," Fiat greeted him with a gentle smile. "Uncle Chay sent me to fetch you. The banquet starts in an hour, so we need to head down to the venue soon. And by the way," he added, his voice dropping to a soft whisper, "you look lovely. I know you might not think so, but you're seriously one of the prettiest omegas I've seen. And trust me, I've seen quite a few."

Pharm blushed, surprised by the unexpected compliment. While he appreciated Fiat's kind words, a part of him couldn't help but doubt them. He had seen the omegas who surrounded Fiat at family gatherings - stunning models and captivating socialites. Compared to them, Pharm felt ordinary, a single star lost in a vast galaxy.

"Thanks, P'Fiat," he mumbled, offering a shy smile. He straightened his shirt one last time, a small flicker of hope igniting within him. Maybe, just maybe, tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

As Pharm stepped out of his room, the familiar buzz of the pre-banquet chaos filled the air. He found his brothers and parents gathered in the living room, a picture of elegant perfection. Each one wore a smile, but Pharm could sense a nervous undercurrent beneath the surface. The weight of the impending announcements hung heavy in the air.
Mai, ever the observant one, noticed Pharm's hesitation. He crossed the room and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, baby brother," he said softly. "You look fantastic. That shirt really brings out the color of your eyes."

Pharm felt a small warmth spread through him. "Thanks, P'Mai," he replied, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. It may not have been the most eloquent expression, but it conveyed the depth of his appreciation for his brother's support.

Porchay, ever the doting father, chimed in next. "You should definitely wear these colors more often, Pharm. They really suit you." He brushed a stray strand of hair off Pharm's forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Kim, however, wasn't quite as subtle. He pulled Pharm into a tight hug, his gruff voice laced with concern. "You look too good, son. What if some rogue alphas start hitting on you? You can't just have anyone approaching you, okay?"

Pharm chuckled at his father's overprotectiveness. "Don't worry, Dad," he said playfully. "I can handle myself. Besides, with the twins and P'King here, no one would dare try anything."

King, the eldest, cracked his knuckles in a warning gesture. "Absolutely true. Anyone who even thinks about messing with Pharm will have to answer to me."
Nuer, unable to resist a playful jab, chimed in with a mischievous grin. "And me! I'll beat them up so bad they'll regret the day they even looked at Pharm the wrong way."

Porchay swatted Nuer playfully on the head, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "Alright, alright, alphas," he interjected, a touch of amusement in his voice. "We all know Pharm can take care of himself. But yes, as his family, it's our duty to stand by him, not smother him. Right, Kim?"

Kim grumbled a reluctant agreement, but Pharm could see the worry etched on his father's face. He knew his omega nature, newly awakened and unrefined, made him especially vulnerable in the eyes of some alphas. Yet, the show of support from his family warmed him from the inside out.

As they piled into the sleek limousine that awaited them, a new wave of anticipation washed over Pharm. He wasn't just attending a banquet; he was entering a new phase of his life, one where his role within the family would be cemented. Glancing out the window as the city lights blurred by, he felt a surge of determination. He may not possess the boisterous confidence of his brothers, but he would hold his own. He would prove his worth, not just as an omega, but as a Theerapanyakun.

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The hotel ballroom was a spectacle of extravagance. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow upon the lavishly decorated tables, each adorned with fresh flowers and gleaming silverware. Guests, a mix of powerful business moguls and socialites, mingled in elegant attire, their hushed conversations punctuated by the clinking of glasses. Pharm, overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of the scene, felt a tightness constrict his chest.

Porchay, sensing his son's nervousness, squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "Stick with your brothers, Pharm. And if you feel overwhelmed, don't hesitate to tell anyone of us. We're here for you, okay?"

Pharm nodded, taking a deep breath. He found solace in the familiar presence of his brothers. King stood tall and composed, a silent anchor amidst the swirling crowd. Nuer, ever the social butterfly, already engaged in a conversation with a group of friends, his laughter echoing through the room. Mai, his gentle eyes filled with support, offered Pharm a calming smile.

As the guests settled in their seats, a hush fell over the room. A spotlight illuminated the stage as Khun Kinn, the family patriarch, entered with a regal air. He addressed the crowd with a booming voice, his words conveying power and authority. The announcement of Prapai's official succession as heir to the main family branch received a thunderous applause.

Then, Khun Kinn shifted his focus. "Tonight," he continued, his voice softening slightly, "we also celebrate a special occasion – the manifestation of another heir. My youngest nephew, Pharm Theerapanyakun, has recently blossomed as an omega."

A mixture of gasps and whispers filled the room as all eyes turned to Pharm. He felt his cheeks flush under the weight of a thousand scrutinizing gazes. His heart hammered like a trapped bird in his chest.

Porchay placed a comforting hand on Pharm's back, urging him forward. With Mai by his side, Pharm took a tentative step onto the stage, the elegant ballroom now a blurry mess of faces and lights.

Khun Kinn, his gaze filled with pride, addressed the crowd once more. "Pharm may be young," he said, "but he possesses an inner strength and a kind heart. He represents the future of the Theerapanyakun family, a future built on both power and compassion."

As the spotlight dimmed and the applause filled the room, Pharm felt a tear roll down his cheek. It wasn't a tear of fear or insecurity, but of a newfound understanding. He wasn't just an omega; he was a Theerapanyakun, with a purpose and a role to play.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of congratulations, introductions, and forced smiles. Yet, amidst the formality, Pharm found pockets of warmth. Cousins he hadn't seen in years greeted him with genuine joy. Female omegas offered him words of encouragement and advice. Even some of the alpha businessmen treated him with a newfound respect.

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Exhaustion gnawed at Pharm's edges. The air in the ballroom, thick with cologne and perfume, felt suffocating. Every conversation sounded the same, a monotonous drone of business deals and social climbing. He excused himself from a well-meaning but overly enthusiastic omega socialite, his smile strained.

Finding a secluded doorway, he slipped out onto the balcony. The cool night air washed over him, a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside. Leaning against the railing, he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, willing the pounding in his head to subside.

A soft cough brought him back to the present. He opened his eyes to find a tall figure standing a few feet away. It was Dean Ariyasakul, the eldest son of the Ariyasakul family, their family's business partners. Dean was known for being quiet and reserved, much like Pharm himself. They'd exchanged a few awkward greetings at previous gatherings, but never a proper conversation.

"Hi," Dean mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hi," Pharm replied, his voice equally soft. A heavy silence descended between them, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city below. Neither of them seemed comfortable initiating conversation.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the night sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Pharm flinched, a wave of panic rising in his chest. Loud noises, especially sudden ones, triggered a fight-or-flight response in him, leaving him breathless and disoriented.

Dean, noticing Pharm's distress, rushed over. "Are you alright?" His voice, though still soft, held a hint of concern.

Pharm took a shallow breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I-I'm okay," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't like loud noises."

Dean seemed to understand. He retreated a step, his gaze fixed on the city lights. "I’m here for you," he comforted, his voice barely audible.

For the first time that evening, a spark of connection flickered between them. Two shy souls, finding solace in a shared aversion to the social whirlwind. In the quiet that followed, they began to talk, tentatively at first, then with a growing sense of ease.

Hours melted away as they delved deeper into conversation. The discomfort of the banquet was forgotten, replaced by a comfortable silence punctuated by bursts of shared laughter. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their anxieties and fears. Pharm felt a sense of vulnerability he hadn't expected, yet it felt liberating to share his thoughts with someone who truly listened.

Suddenly, a strong hand clamped on Pharm's shoulder. He whirled around, startled, to see King's stern face staring down at him. "There you are, Pharm! We've been looking everywhere for you."

Disappointment washed over Pharm. He wasn't ready for the evening to end, for the comfortable silence to be broken. Before he could protest, King practically dragged him back inside, leaving Dean standing alone on the balcony, a flicker of something akin to longing in his eyes.

Back in the ballroom, the closing ceremony was ongoing. The exhaustion that Pharm had temporarily forgotten returned with a vengeance. Yet, amidst the fatigue, there was a spark of newfound hope. He had discovered a connection he hadn't anticipated, a shared understanding with someone who saw him beyond the label of omega. As the final goodbyes were exchanged and the guests began to disperse, Pharm couldn't help but steal a glance at the balcony. The figure of Dean was no longer there, but the memory of their conversation lingered. Pharm heaved a sigh and looked away, letting his P’King drag him out to the limo.

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The limousine hummed smoothly along the nighttime road, carrying the weary Theerapanyakun family back home. Inside, a comfortable silence reigned, punctuated by the occasional yawn and the soft snores of Kim, finally succumbing to exhaustion. Pharm, nestled between Nuer and Mai, stared out the window, replaying the events of the evening in his mind. The initial anxiety, the unexpected connection with Dean, the unwelcome interruption by King – a jumble of emotions swirled within him.

Suddenly, King cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So, Pharm," he began, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity, "who were you talking to on the balcony?"

Pharm's head snapped towards his brother, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink. He hadn't anticipated King being so direct. "I, uh… it was just P'Dean," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nuer, ever the instigator, perked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Dean Ariyasakul? That stoic alpha who looks like he swallowed a dictionary and basically just glares at everyone?"

Pharm winced at Nuer's blunt description, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, that's him."

Mai, ever the perceptive one, leaned forward. "You guys actually talked? I didn't see you two interact much at the banquet."

Pharm shrugged, his shyness returning. "We just… found ourselves talking. Turns out we have a lot in common."

King raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "Really? Like what?"

Pharm hesitated, then a small smile played on his lips. "We both like thai desserts," he admitted sheepishly. "And we enjoy swimming."

A surprised laugh erupted from Nuer. "Seriously? You and Mr. Grumpy Pants bonded over desserts and swimming? That's hilarious!"

Pharm shot Nuer a playful glare, but couldn't help but chuckle along. Even Mai allowed himself a soft smile. The revelation had completely disarmed their initial image of Dean, painting him in a new light – a shy alpha with unexpected interests, not so different from Pharm himself.

"Well, that's… unexpected," King finally admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But hey, if you get along with him, that's great. The Ariyasakuls are important business partners, and maybe a personal connection wouldn't hurt."

Pharm felt a pang of disappointment. Was that all it was to King – a potential business advantage? He kept his voice quiet as he replied, "It wasn't all about business, P'King. We just… talked."

Porchay, ever the peacemaker, intervened with a gentle smile. "Let's not read too much into it, boys. Maybe Pharm just found someone who understands him, someone who he feels comfortable with, outside the family."

His words hung in the air, carrying a deeper meaning. The veiled reference to the pressures and expectations placed upon Pharm as an omega in the family resonated with everyone. A comfortable silence settled in again, this time tinged with a newfound understanding.

As the limousine reached the grand Theerapanyakun mansion, Pharm stepped out, the weight of the evening lifting from his shoulders. He might be exhausted, but he carried a newfound spark within him – the memory of a genuine connection formed with someone who saw him beyond his label. But that would be a story whose continuation won’t happen any time soon.

Chapter 5: CHAPTER THREE

Summary:

pre-beach episode?

Mai trudged out of his room in the sprawling Theerapanyakun compound, his hair sticking out in sleep-tousled spikes and his silk pajamas wrinkled from tossing and turning all night. The day stretched before him like an unmade bed – completely unpredictable and frankly, not looking forward to whatever plans his ever-enthusiastic family had in store. He shuffled towards the dining room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee a beacon of hope in the sea of his current malaise.

As he neared the room, the sounds of boisterous laughter cut through the air, a stark contrast to his own sluggish mood. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, he was met with a scene straight out of a chaotic comedy. Nuer was reenacting a dramatic scene, complete with flailing arms and exaggerated facial expressions. His cousins, P'Pai and P'Ven, were doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down their cheeks.

"Nuer, you can't be kidding!" P'Pai wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. "Why would you even try and approach the youngest Kirigun? You know their reputation for being ice-cold and about as approachable as a cobra on a good day!"

"Hey!" Mai interjected, his voice hoarse from sleep. "Good morning everyone. What's so funny?"

P'Ven, still chuckling, gestured towards the vacant chair beside him. "Good morning, Mai. Did you sleep well? Nuer here was just regaling us with his latest… 'adventure.'"

Mai flopped down onto the plush chair, his body screaming for another hour of sleep. A maid scurried over, her movements practiced and silent as she placed a steaming plate of his favorite breakfast – mango sticky rice with a side of fluffy scrambled eggs. The sweet aroma instantly boosted his mood a notch.

"I slept alright, Phi," Mai mumbled around a mouthful of rice. "Did Uncle say anything about what we're doing today?"

"Not yet," P'Pai replied, taking a sip from his ornate porcelain cup filled with steaming coffee. "Apparently, Uncle Khun wants to go for a swim at some random resort one of his friends owns."

Mai raised an eyebrow at this announcement. "Uncle Khun? Swimming? Are you sure you heard that right, P'Pai? The man hates getting his hair even slightly damp, let alone submerging himself in a pool."

A burst of laughter erupted from the other end of the table, where Uncle Khun had just arrived. His meticulously groomed white hair was perfectly in place, and his silk robe was a testament to his usual aversion to anything remotely messy.

"What did you say, you brat?" Uncle Khun boomed, his voice surprisingly jovial for a man who'd just been caught in a slight fib. He strode towards his usual seat at the end of the table, his sons, Daisy, Fiat, and In, trailing behind him like a gaggle of amused ducklings. The maids scurried in, their movements even quieter than before, placing steaming platters of food in front of everyone.

"It's true though, Papa," Fiat piped up, his voice mischievous as he speared a piece of pancake with his fork. "Everyone knows you wouldn't be caught dead in a swimming pool." Stifling a laugh, P'Pai and P'Ven exchanged knowing glances. Uncle Khun, however, shot Fiat a withering look.

"That is so insulting!" Uncle Khun huffed, puffing out his chest in mock indignation. "I do know how to swim, thank you very much. I simply choose not to engage in such… unrefined activities very often."

A chorus of disbelieving snorts and giggles filled the room. Mai, now fully awake and energized by the breakfast and his family's antics, couldn't help but grin.

The breakfast room door swung open again, and in walked Vegas, Pete, Kinn, and Porsche, "Good morning everyone!" Pete chirped, his voice brimming with cheer. "Did we hear whispers of a swimming trip? Because I, for one, am all packed and ready to go!"

Chay chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Don't get too excited, Phi. Knowing P’Khun, it'll probably be some fancy resort where the pool has a swim-up bar and waiters in bowties."

Porsche interjected. "Actually, Chay might be right. I heard Kinn mention something about a new high-end resort opening up down south." He shot a playful glance at Kinn, who simply shrugged, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Kinn, the current head of the family, was known for his stoicism and his shrewd business sense. He rarely revealed his emotions, but a playful interaction with Porsche was a common occurrence.

The sound of cutlery clinking against plates filled the room as everyone dug into their breakfast. The conversation swirled around the proposed swimming trip, with each family member offering their own opinion. Pete and Chay were all for a fun-filled day at the pool, while Vegas, Kim, and Kinn seemed content to relax in luxury.

Suddenly, Uncle Khun cleared his throat, effectively silencing the room. "Alright, alright," he boomed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Since everyone seems so eager, we shall indeed have a swimming trip. But," he added, holding up a finger, "there's a catch."

A collective groan rose from the table, particularly from Pete and Chay. Uncle Khun, however, simply winked and announced his plan, leaving everyone eager to hear what the 'catch' was and what kind of adventure awaited them at the supposedly luxurious resort.

The announcement of a "catch" cast a temporary shadow over the breakfast table. Pete, his initial enthusiasm dampened, grumbled playfully, "Of course there's a catch, Khun. You can't have any fun without a little twist, can you?"

Khun chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes. "Consider it a family bonding exercise, my dear Pete. Besides, the details of the catch will add to the adventure, wouldn't you agree?"
No one truly argued. Khun, despite his occasional theatrics, was the eldest of the family for a reason. His decisions, even the slightly eccentric ones, were usually for the best. Besides, the prospect of a surprise kept everyone on their toes and added a touch of excitement to the day.

The rest of breakfast unfolded in a flurry of activity. Maids whisked away empty plates and refilled coffee cups, while the family discussed logistics. Clothes were packed, sunscreen was distributed (much to Uncle Khun's initial disdain), and pool toys were debated.

As the chaos subsided, Porchay turned to his youngest son, Pharm, who had been unusually quiet throughout the morning. "Pharm," he said gently, "are you feeling alright? You seem a bit subdued today."

Pharm blinked, startled from his internal world. "Oh, I'm fine, Papa," he mumbled, forcing a smile. However, the fatigue that clung to him from the previous night's banquet was evident in his eyes.

Porchay, ever perceptive, saw through his son's facade. He placed a hand on Pharm's shoulder, his touch a silent reassurance. "Remember, if there's anything you need, anything at all, don't hesitate to tell us. This is supposed to be a fun family outing, not another stressful event."

Pharm felt a wave of warmth wash over him. The pressure of being a nobody in a family of powerful somebodies could be overwhelming at times, but knowing his parents understood and supported him made everything a little easier to bear. He squeezed his father's hand in silent gratitude, a small flicker of hope igniting within him. Maybe, just maybe, this surprise trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

As lunchtime approached, the sprawling Theerapanyakun compound buzzed with activity. Luggage was loaded into sleek limousines, snacks were packed into coolers, and children squealed with anticipation. Finally, with everyone assembled and Khun's mischievous grin wider than ever, the family piled into their vehicles and embarked on their journey to the mysterious resort with the unknown "catch" hanging in the air.

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Inside the limousine, a loud combination of Theerapanyakun chaos unfolded. Crammed into the spacious vehicle were the youngest generation , their ages ranging from the seriousness of Yi, the eldest at twenty-one, to the wide-eyed wonder of Heart, the youngest at twelve. The air crackled with a frenetic energy, a cacophony of bickering, laughter, and the occasional well-placed shove.

In the front passenger seat, Yi, pretended not to hear the commotion behind him. His brow furrowed slightly as he scrolled through financial reports on his tablet, occasionally shooting a withering glance at the rearview mirror where the real action was taking place.

Prapai, the playful 2nd eldest, sat wedged between Venice and Saifah. He was currently engaged in a fierce thumb war with Venice, with Saifah currently cheering for both sides.

"Come on, Venice! Don't be such a sore loser!" Prapai taunted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Venice scowled but secretly relished the competition. He tightened his grip, his face contorted in a fierce concentration.

Suddenly, Saifah let out a loud whoop, slamming his hand down on Prapai's other hand. "Gotcha!" he crowed, a wide grin splitting his face. Prapai yelped in surprise, momentarily distracted. Venice, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a final, decisive push, sending Prapai's thumb sprawling.

"Yes!" Venice pumped his fist in the air, a triumphant smirk replacing his usual frown. Saifah howled with laughter, slapping Prapai on the back. Prapai, feigning defeat, rubbed his abused thumb theatrically.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, a playful grumble in his voice. "You two win this round. But just you wait, I'll have my revenge!"

Across the aisle, King sat next to Nuer and Mai, his younger twin brothers. King was struggling to maintain his stoicism amidst the mess. Nuer, the mischievous twin, was engaged in a heated debate with Mai over the merits of a new video game.

"It's epic, Mai! You get to ride giant robot dinosaurs and fight evil space aliens!" Nuer exclaimed, waving his phone around for emphasis. Mai, ever the voice of reason, rolled his eyes.

"Sounds childish, Nuer. Besides, haven't you learned anything from the last time you got addicted to a video game and neglected your studies?"
Nuer scoffed. "That was different! This one has a deep storyline and complex character development!"

Just then, a small hand tugged at King's sleeve. He looked down to see Pharm. "P'King," Pharm mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. "Can you help me untangle these headphones?"

King, his heart melting at the sight of his visibly overwhelmed brother, took the twisted mess of wires from Pharm and patiently set about untangling them. As he worked, he shot a glare at Nuer and Mai, effectively silencing their bickering.

In the backseat, another set of brothers, Daisy, In, and Fiat, were having a completely different kind of fun. Fiat, the eldest, was engrossed in a graphic novel, completely oblivious to the chaos around him. In, the quiet middle child, was sketching intricate patterns in a notebook, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

Next to him, however, Daisy, was anything but quiet. He was holding a fashion magazine open, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my god, guys," he shrieked, his voice bordering on a squeak. "Did you see this new outfit from Versace? It's simply divine!"

In, barely looking up from his notebook, snorted. "Don't you mean it looks like it was designed for a disco ball?"

Daisy gasped, clutching his heart dramatically. "How dare you! This is haute couture, In. You wouldn't understand."

Fiat, finally tearing his gaze away from his graphic novel, chimed in with a thoughtful hum. "Actually, Daisy has a point. The use of metallic fabric is quite innovative, though I wouldn't wear it myself."

Daisy beamed, vindicated. "See? Fiat gets it!" He turned back to the magazine, flipping through the pages with renewed fervor.

Meanwhile, in his own little world, Heart, the youngest of the generation, was oblivious to the spoken words around him. He had his own way of communicating, a world of hand gestures, facial expressions, and a quick tap on his brother Tinn's shoulder. Tinn, used to his brother's needs, leaned down, a broad smile on his face. He signed, "What's up, Heart?"

Heart pointed at the window, his eyes wide with excitement. The landscape had begun to change, the familiar cityscape replaced by rolling green hills dotted with coconut palms. He then signed, "Beach?"

Tinn chuckled, ruffling Heart's hair. "Yes. We're going to the beach!" He then turned to Prapai, who was now engaged in a tickle fight with Venice, and signed, "Can you tell P’Prapai to stop annoying P’Venice? Heart wants to see the beach." To which Tinn relayed to their oldest brother

Prapai, momentarily distracted from his playful onslaught, grinned at Heart and signed back, "Don't worry, little man. We'll have plenty of time for the beach soon." He then turned to Venice, who was breathless from laughter, and with a playful wink, signed, "Ready for round two?"

Venice, wiping a tear from his eye, simply shook his head in mock defeat, a smile playing on his lips. The playful competition between the brothers continued, punctuated by Saifah's booming laughter.

As the limousine wound its way down a scenic coastal road, the excitement within the vehicle reached a fever pitch. The younger boys, Fiat, In, and Heart, pressed their faces against the windows, their eyes glued to the ever-changing scenery. The older boys, fueled by a shared sense of anticipation, continued their friendly banter and bickering, the camaraderie thick in the air.

Suddenly, the limousine veered off the main road onto a bumpy dirt track. The playful mood inside the vehicle shifted slightly. Even Yi, his gaze finally leaving his tablet, shot a questioning look at the chauffeur through the rearview mirror.

A few minutes later, the limousine emerged from the treeline, and a gasp of collective awe echoed through the vehicle. Spread out before them, nestled amidst lush greenery and kissed by the turquoise waters of the ocean, lay a sight that defied expectations.

Instead of the sleek, luxurious resort they had anticipated, a cluster of rustic wooden bungalows, nestled amongst coconut palms, greeted them. Smoke curled from an open-air kitchen, and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air. The entire scene exuded a sense of rustic charm and tranquility, a stark contrast to their usual opulent lifestyle.

The limousine came to a halt in front of a small wooden pavilion. A wizened old man, his face etched with the lines of a life lived by the sea, stepped forward, a warm smile creasing his features.

"Welcome, Theerapanyakuns," he boomed in a voice roughened by years of salty air. "Khun Nu has been expecting you."

Yi stepped out of the limousine first, a polite nod on his face. "Thank you," he said. "We appreciate you making all the arrangements."

The old man chuckled, the sound like the rustling of palm leaves. "Think nothing of it. Now, come along. Let's get you settled in your accommodations. It's been a long journey."

As the teenagers tumbled out of the limousine, their initial confusion swiftly transforming into a mixture of curiosity and cautious excitement. The surprise "catch" of their outing was not the private family outing that they were all expecting, but a full blown party with numerous participants, half of which they had seen the night before.

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The rhythmic thrumming of bass music vibrated through the walls, a stark contrast to the tranquil ocean sounds Nuer had hoped for. He flopped back onto his bed, frustration evident on his face. "This isn't exactly the relaxing beach getaway I had in mind," he grumbled.

Across the room, King, mirrored his brother's sentiment. "Tell me about it," he sighed, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "Uncle Khun throws one surprise after another. First, the rustic bungalows, now this beach party with who knows who."

Mai chimed in from his bunk bed above them. "Maybe it won't be so bad. We could at least check it out, see who's there."

Just then, the door creaked open, revealing Pharm standing hesitantly in the doorway. Behind him, Tinn and Heart, their faces glowing with excitement, signed and gestured towards the open door.

"What's up, Pharm?" Nuer asked, noticing his younger brother's apprehension.

Pharm shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Papa and Dad said you guys need to go to the party outside. They said Uncle Khun wants everyone to gather." He shot a nervous glance towards the pulsating music.

King raised an eyebrow. "A family gathering at a beach party? This is getting weirder by the minute."

Tinn, ever the optimist, signed enthusiastically. "Come on, guys! Let's go see what it's all about!" Heart mimicked his brother's enthusiasm, tapping his foot impatiently.

Nuer sighed dramatically. "Alright, alright. We're going, we're going. Just give us a minute to get ourselves… mentally prepared for whatever this is."

Mai chuckled, already reaching for a clean shirt. "Yeah, because a beach party with loud music is a real life-or-death situation."

Nuer shot him a playful glare. "Hey, you never know what kind of chaos Unclr might have planned. He could have hired fire-breathing monkeys for all we know!"

The room erupted in laughter, a welcome release from the tension of the unexpected situation. As they changed clothes, a mix of apprehension and curiosity bubbled within them.

They had no idea what awaited them at this impromptu family gathering, but one thing was certain – their supposedly relaxing beach trip had taken a very unexpected turn.
With a shared look of determination, the three brothers grabbed their towels and headed out the door, Tinn and Heart bouncing excitedly behind them. As they stepped out into the balmy night air, the pulsating music and the sight of dozens of people gathered on the beach hit them full force.

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The cozy living room of the beachfront cottage buzzed with a controlled chaos. Sprawled across plush couches and armchairs were the thirteen teenagers, their usual bickering replaced by a wary curiosity. In the center of the room stood Uncle Kinn, his usual stoicism replaced by a hint of amusement as he scanned the faces before him.

"Alright everyone," he boomed, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Since we're all settled in, I thought it'd be a good idea for you all to meet your… temporary companions for this little getaway."

A collective groan erupted from the teenagers, punctuated by playful shoves and muttered complaints. Nuer, ever the instigator, piped up, "Temporary companions? Does this mean we have homework assignments too, Uncle Kinn?"

Kinn chuckled, shaking his head. "No, Nuer," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "This is supposed to be a fun bonding experience. Besides, you never know, you might actually make some new friends."

With that, he gestured towards a group of four teenagers standing awkwardly by the doorway. They were tall and slender, with an air of quiet intensity about them. The eldest, with sharp features and a guarded expression, was Uea, the omega son of Tharn and Type, the Kiriguns. Beside him stood Nuea, the only alpha with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Flanking them were Kuea, another omega with a shy smile, and a smaller boy with bright, curious eyes – Rain, their adopted omega son.

"First up," Kinn continued, "we have the Kirigun family. Tharn and Type, you already know. Say hello to their sons, Uea, Nuea, Kuea, and Rain."

The Kirigun boys offered a hesitant wave, their eyes scanning the Theerapanyakun teenagers with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. A small smile played on Pharm's lips as he caught Rain's gaze.

Kinn then turned towards another group standing near the window. This family exuded an air of quiet sophistication. The father, Sean, had an aura of quiet but aggressive authority, while his partner, White, radiated warmth and kindness. Their alpha sons, Lian and Leo, looked every bit the confident heirs they were, while their omega sons, Kondiao and Sky, held themselves with a quiet grace.

"Next," Kinn announced, "we have the Wang family. Sean and White, I believe you're familiar." He received nods of acknowledgement from the Theerapanyakun parents. "Their sons are Lian, Leo, Kondiao, and Sky."

The Wang siblings offered polite smiles and greetings, their presence adding an air of refinement to the room. The final group, standing near the fireplace, were the Ariyasakuls – Kong and Arthit, another powerful business family and close associates of the Theerapanyakuns. Their eldest son, Korn, was the epitome of an alpha – strong, confident, and undeniably handsome. Beside him stood Dean, the stoic and reserved alpha Pharm had encountered at the banquet. Rounding out the group was Touch, a younger alpha with a playful glint in his eyes.

"And last but not least," Kinn finished, "we have the Ariyasakul family. Kong and Arthit, you know them well. Their sons are Korn, Dean, and Touch."

As the introductions concluded, a tense silence descended upon the room. Thirteen teenagers from different families, with different personalities and social circles, were now forced to interact in this close-quarters beach getaway. The air crackled with unspoken questions, veiled curiosity, and a hint of awkwardness.

Just then, Tinn, ever the social butterfly, broke the ice. With a wide grin, he faced the Kirigun boys, "Beach volleyball tomorrow? We can form teams!"

Uea, the eldest Kirigun son, surprised everyone by returning a hesitant smile. "Maybe," he answered, ignoring the smirk King was sporting.

The room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Perhaps, just perhaps, this unexpected family gathering wouldn't be so bad after all. With a glimmer of hope for a fun-filled getaway, the teenagers cautiously began to interact, forging tentative connections across family lines. The initial awkwardness slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of curiosity and a shared desire to make the most of this unique situation.

Notes:

your gurlie is a busy medtech intern that wants to try writing a story despite not having the time. I'll try my best to update as fast as i can but i cant guarantee it sadly.