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Teddy Aukai-Holt

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Thailand

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There was a time where he cared about this; where he would, with his small hands, clasp them together and pray to the night sky for something-anything to change. But that change never happened, never for the better at least and, as he grew older, he could no longer sympathize with anything, anyone.
Not the weak, not even the young, and definitely not even now.

“I assure you Mr. Rattanakosin, Kanoa will be in the best hands,” he insisted, just the right amount of tenderness gracing his words, a manipulation e’d mastered long ago.
He smirked to himself.
The man on the end of the line seemed for the most part —- frantic; ridden with the worries of an older brother and propelled for the love of his younger brother, it was obvious that whoever this Koa person was meant a great deal to him. Spewing words that in the end, would mean nothing to a self-serving man such as himself. Simply another case in his file, another lost soul with nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Teddy couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Daniel rambled on and on about this and that, about childhood memories and the infamous “he wasn’t always like this yknow,” he suppressed a yawn as the elder brother continued to waste his time with the very same anxieties that’d ached his heart long ago. He feared losing Kanoa, he knew that, Teddy knew that fear far too well.

“Daniel —“ He interjected so abruptly that the line felt silent. He, who in his unassuming state, with his legs kicked up onto his desk and body leaning back into his chair, in the absolute picture of a person who couldn’t give even a crumb of a fuck, announced:

“I will personally see to it that your brother is taken care of.. consider it a promise”

Again, an exaggeration that sounded like he actually cared about this kanoa person, he who in his place, would see only dollar bills instead of an actual human being. “you have my word.” Teddy ended the call with another tired sigh, pinching his temples with skeletal fingers.
The beginning of a very long headache.

“Clarice?”

“Yes Sir?”

“Give me the address of this Kanoa please.”


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Theodore seldom travels far. Call him closed-minded, call him stuck-up, but it’s all the same; He was simply never meant for flying, not when the cries of unattended children, chatty neighbours and turbulence filled his ears. Why was he here again? He asked himself this question throughout every elbow hand -rest war, every snot-nosed cry, every loud syllable. Truly, it was at this point that he wondered if all the money that Daniel would be investing was really worth it. And in other words, if all the money he’d be making was even enough to compensate for whatever this hell was.

He sighed, thumbing over an issue of Marie Claire magazine with none other than his new culprit perched on the front. Laminated. Polished. Shiny. He was handsome- though rarely were they not- tall and dressed in a way that revealed a light bit of muscle. He was something Teddy always appreciated, beautiful. But it was the least he could be considering that his questionable life choices had dragged the bastard through a 16 hour flight. Teddy examined the picture more closely, fingers tracing over the smooth paper as if trying to piece it all together. What was his story? What broke him? It was never often that he wondered such things, no; he’d grown cold, distant from the cause but somehow, in the celebrity’s eyes remained a deep unhappiness that could pierce through any mask, any costume. And Teddy knew it well.

What he didn’t know was, if Kanoa would be happy to see him or rather, if he was even expecting him at all.
This was bound to get interesting.

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A 16 hour flight from Honolulu to Thailand with little food and water is bound to make anyone a little delirious. It was a beautiful country mind you, Teddy couldn’t help but marvel at the lush greenery and bustling streets, like a home away from home. But the sun beat down on him with little mercy, dark hair made a fire underneath the scrutinizing rays and though he was content to get off that murder vessel of a vehicle, he very much wanted to get this over with. This meaning his little introduction with the star-studded Kanoa Rattanakosin— idol, actor, part-time model. Teddy had done plenty of research in the days before his trip to know… way too much honestly. He's still traumatized by that one Twitter thread, shudders at the thought of it.

And though research was a part of his job, making rash decisions, acting in a way that wasn’t precise or calculated was something that Teddy rarely did; and yet, here he was, letting himself into a stranger’s home, completely unannounced on a Sunday afternoon.
Mr. Daniel had stupidly entrusted him with a key, and Teddy was about to use it to his full advantage.
He mumbled to himself, too tired to knock and exchange formalities, to give him the “talk” and the paperwork. He could do that after a beer, maybe even a quick meal and a nap. Though a part of him wondered if Kanoa would take it well- both the breaking in and the sudden babysitting that was his job, Teddy tiptoed into the large space before him, briefcase in hand and a whole lot of balls in the other.

To say that the suite was extravagant was a bit of an understatement, artifacts and trinkets lined the walls and tables, dark floors and plush cushions were thrown about and he had half a mind to bury himself in them, almost too abruptly. Still, it was far cleaner than he’d expected, with a few articles of clothing cast astrewn, a chair knocked over, some dust here and there. He’d seen far worse, had to fight off roaches one time and lost. Taking off his pristine leather shoes, Teddy could hear the faint sound of water pipes in the background, loud enough to make it clear that this Kanoa person was in the shower. And, as politely as he could, Teddy waited restlessly, began tapping his foot and then stopping only to start again. He looked around once more, fingers ringing as he searched for a means to entertain himself. He was famous wasn’t he? Surely he had something to do right? He frowned. There was nothing that he could see, just a dirty suite and a lonely life, a familiar story in his books. So when all else failed him, Teddy did the one thing he could do. Clean.

He didn’t know when or where it began but ever since he was little, it always seemed like he needed the total control of his environment, regardless of whether he actually owned it or not. Everything had to be to his liking always, not a single hair out of place. And this was, well, he wouldn’t consider it a complete disaster but he could never stand living in so much disorder. Teddy huffed to himself, didn’t he have a maid or something?

Quickly he began to tidy everything in his screen of vision, trash into a trash bag, laundry into a pile, pillows fluffed, trinkets put back into their original (or slightly better) places. It was satisfying to do but still, too easy and by the time Teddy was done, the bastard had still not left what he assumed to be a glorious shower. He cursed to himself, having half a mind to bang on the door and demand that he hurry up. How funny would that be? But he relented, instead opting for an empty seat on the sofa, upright and reading an old newspaper as if it meant anything. It was in Thai of course, a language he hardly learned within those three days of Duolingo teaching, but still, it looked an interesting read and Teddy found himself almost half-engrossed by the ink drenched paper. So much that he nearly missed the wet footsteps of Kanoa’s approach.

Flipping the paper down, Teddy cocked an arched brow

“Oh, look who’s finally here.”

He smirked.

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Air travel was complete hell these days. Most flights were cancelled day of travel or as one arrived at the gate, even more were delayed for hours on end. If one was able to even get on the plane, chances were good that something would go wrong on board such as no air conditioning or wifi, and further delay them for another hour or two.

All of the above happened to Kanoa.

He’d spent the week in Milan for Fasion Week where he’d modeled some pieces for YSL and Fendi for a few hours and when not on the runway, partied until the sun was up and fell asleep on a random model’s floor. But now it was back to the real world, back to Bangkok to get ready to start filming the second season of Changing Tides where he played the main role of Viper. He was excited for it but really wished he didn’t have this long day of travel ahead of him, especially when his call time was so damn early.

It didn’t help matters when his flight from Milan to Austria was cancelled, so he took a train to Zurich and ended up flying directly from Zurich to Bangkok. Unable to sleep for more than 3 hours on the 11 hour flight, Koa was irritable and moody when the plane finally landed at 5:30am. All he wanted to do was go home, take a shower and go to sleep, but he couldn’t. The travel issues caused him to arrive the day, or morning of, filming and by the time he went through customs, got his bags and met his driver, he barely had time to stop for coffee before he was needed on set.

Luckily for him, Viper was only in a few scenes today and they were almost all by the pool, so he could relax for most. When filming finally wrapped, he was out the door and in the car before anyone could even blink. A shower was craved even more desperately now and so was his bed, of course he was running out of there like a bat out of hell. Before he could get comfy in the car, his phone rang with an incoming call from his brother, telling him to expect a package later in the day. When asked what it was, Danny wouldn’t tell him and just hung up. Whatever.

Apartment now unlocked, shoes left haphazardly by the door with the others, clothes on the floor of his bedroom and body finally in the shower, Kanoa let out a huge sigh of relief. Finally. Finally he could have a moment to breathe without the weight of the world bearing down upon him. And if he stood under the water for nearly half an hour without moving, well, no one had to know.

After shampooing and conditioning his hair and washing his body (twice to get all the airplane off), he decided to save the earth and cut the water off. Carelessly drying his body off and wrapping the towel around his waist, he used another smaller towel to get most of the water out of his hair with plans to properly dry it when he returned from getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

Humming to himself, Koa exited his bedroom and walked into the kitchen without noticing the other presence in his apartment. He yanked open the door, grabbed the bottle, shut the door and began to head back the way he came from.

“Oh, look who’s finally here.”

Bottle now on the floor, Kanoa jumped five feet in the air. His first thought was that it was the TV, but it wasn’t on when he left last week and he didn’t turn it on when he got back, instead heading straight to the ensuite. So this was a person. Turning slowly, dark eyes fell upon a man sitting on the sofa, newspaper in his lap, looking as if he owned the damn place. He didn’t. This was Koa’s house.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?” he practically shouted in Thai, beginning to look around for something to use as a weapon. There was nothing nearby except the water bottle and he doubted that 34oz of plastic would help very much in a situation like this. Well, looks like he’d just die then.

He realized he’d asked the question in Thai and wasn’t sure if it was understood, so repeated this time in English. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house? How did you get in?”

This must be the "package" Danny was talking about.

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