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"You done?" Black glanced over at his brother, who punched and then kicked the last man standing unconscious.
"Yeah." White said, turning and giving Black an innocent smile like he hadn't just beat three men unconscious. "Let's go?" He asked as he walked over.
"Lets." Black smirked, satisfied with the damage they'd done to the seven men who were now lying on the floor unconscious all around them.
Black and White walked through the abandoned building and in less than five minutes found the exit. They both cringed when they walked out into the bright, sunny, and hot day.
Black glanced at White and saw he looked like shit which meant he probably didn't look any better.
Being kidnapped, kicked, punched, and tied for at least twelve hours did that to a person.
There was a screech of tires and they both looked up just in time to see a dozen cars screeched to a halt in front of the building. Some were police cars while others were cars belonging to the Pothiyakorn family bodyguards.
"Black! White!"
Black rolled his eyes as Dan jumped out of his car and ran towards them.
"You're late." Black said as he continued walking right past him.
"What he means to say is that we already dealt with our kidnappers. You can find them tied up in one of the back rooms. Can we go get cheeseburgers now? I'm hungry and I'm craving some ice cream too." White said following Black towards Dan's car.
Dan sighed before ordering them to wait in his car while he talked to the police.
Black could see bystanders starting to take pictures and record so he quickly grabbed White and they both got into the backseat of Dan's car. The windows were tinted for that exact reason and he was glad Dan had brought his car.
"Give me your hand." White said and when Black turned he saw that he'd grabbed the emergency kit they had under the car seat and was taking things out.
"I'm fine." Black said, reaching over and moving White’s bangs out of the way to check the cut he'd gotten when they'd been kidnapped. It had bled a lot at first causing Black to panic but now that he looked at it closer he saw it wasn't life threatening. "Let me clean your wounds first." He tried taking the emergency kit from White but he held onto it.
"No." White said glaring at Black. "Don't think I'm not mad about the fact you kept taunting those assholes so they'd focus most of their anger on you."
"And I'd do it again." Black said not sorry at all.
White slapped Black’s hands away from the emergency kit and then started cleaning his face without warning. Black winced but didn't say anything else. This was their normal routine after a kidnapping. White needed to fuss over Black to keep himself from breaking down about the fact they'd just been kidnapped, again.
Black kept his eyes on White for the next few minutes of silence trying to find any sign that White was moving onto stage two of their post-kidnapping routine.
The front door opened and Dan got in just as White was finishing up with his face.
"Cops have them." Dan said as he turned in his seat and looked at them. "Any serious injuries that need a hospital?"
"No." Black said. "Just take us to get cheeseburgers and then home."
Dan stared at them for a few minutes longer before nodding and starting the car.
Dan's phone started ringing just as White was moving onto Black’s hand and cleaning the long gash. Black didn't have to glance over to know who it was. The news of their kidnapping had probably reached all the news channels by now after all the pictures and videos bystanders had most likely shared on social media.
Dan answered the call reluctantly.
"Mr. Pothiyakorn, how can I help you?" Dan asked.
"Are they with you Dan?" Black and White's father asked sharply.
"Yes, sir." Dan said.
"What do you want?" Black spoke up.
"Do not speak to me that way Black." Their father snapped.
Black felt White tense but he didn't stop working on Black's hand.
"Do you have any idea what people are saying about me after your latest stunt?" He exclaimed.
"Stunt? We were kidnapped!" Black yelled. "You speak as if we planned to be taken on our way back home last night, beaten, and end up saving ourselves!"
"I don't want to see either of you in the media for the next few months unless I tell you too! I'm launching a very important project in the next few months and I will not allow you to ruin everything I've been working for."
Black let out a loud bitter laugh.
"What? Are you scared the public will find out you're not the perfect father you've somehow managed to portray to the media for the past twenty years? Are you scared everyone will find out how when your only two sons are kidnapped you don't lift a finger to help find them and instead they have to rescue themselves? Are you scared the illusion you've managed to create will burst and everyone will find out what a coward, money hungry, corrupt, selfish, bastard you really are?" Black asked.
Silence filled the car for a minute.
"If I see either of you in the media for something that will make me look bad you will regret it."
The line went dead.
"Bastard." Black said, using his good hand to punch the seat next to him.
"Black…" White said, quickly grabbing both his hands.
"I hate him." Black said. "I hate him so much."
"I know." White said, his voice unsteady like he was trying not to cry. "Me too."
Nobody said anything until Dan pulled into the McDonald's drive thru and he ordered their usual post-kidnapping meals.
White finished with Black’s hand wound and then Black helped him with his own wounds.
When they got to their house Dan carried the food and opened the doors for them. Like every time Black and White were kidnapped Dan ordered them to sit on the living room couch, ran to their rooms to grab some clean clothes, and came back as they were mindlessly watching TV and eating their food in silence. Dan let them finish their food before ordering them to go shower and handed them each clean clothes. When they both came out of the shower ready to crash Dan was there waiting for them and helping them back to the living room.
The living room was the place they felt safest after being kidnapped.
Dan checked their injuries and wounds and cleaned them once again before wrapping both Black and White in blankets. He went to his own room to get changed and returned shortly after to find them sound asleep on the couch as some movie played on the TV. He moved them a bit so they wouldn't wake up with a sore neck and sat down on the recliner next to them waiting to see which of the two would be the first to wake up from a nightmare and prepared to comfort them and assure them they were fine.
Dan hated this part of his job.
Dan hated that he cared more about Black and White than their own father.
Dan hated that every time he showed up to rescue them Black and White acted like everything was perfectly fine. Like if being kidnapped, beaten, and having to rescue themselves was normal.
Dan knew he had to do something to make sure Black and White were safe.
He took out his phone from his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he reached the one he was looking for. He clicked call and pressed the phone to his ear as he glanced over at the twins and made sure they were asleep.
"Are they okay?" A sweet voice asked. "I didn't call sooner because I saw on TV and social media that they'd been found and I knew you would be busy making sure they were doing okay but-
"Yok, they're fine." Dan assured him and heard a relieved sigh. "But I do need your help with something."
"What?" Yok asked.
"Do you remember what we talked about?" Dan asked. "You don't have to agree just because we're-"
"Stop, I'm not going to say no. It was my idea to begin with." Yok interrupted him. "Have you talked to them about it?"
Dan glanced at the sleeping Black and White.
"I think it's better if I don't and just get everything sorted." Dan said.
"They're going to kill you." Yok laughed.
"As long as they're safe I'll let them." Dan smiled.
Dan spoke on the phone with Yok for a few more minutes before saying goodbye and Yok promised to drop by tomorrow with some homemade food from his mother.