❌️❌️ not a romantic one but the stupidly of the trio ❌️❌️

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It was a rare night when Macau, Kim, and Porchay decided to escape the watchful eyes of their elder brothers and head out to a club. The three youngest of their respective families were thick as thieves, always up to some mischief, and tonight was no exception. The club's loud music and flashing lights fueled their energy as they clinked their glasses together, each of them already tipsy.

"Listen, you guys," Macau slurred, leaning over the table. "I'm pretty sure I could take Vegas in a fight. He's all bark, no bite."

Kim snorted into his drink. "You? Beat Vegas? Please. I'd pay to see that. And I'd bring popcorn."

Porchay grinned mischievously. "Forget fighting. I bet I can sneak back home without Porsche noticing. I'm basically a ninja."

The three dissolved into laughter, their heads buzzing from the alcohol. They stayed out longer than they should have, dancing, drinking, and plotting increasingly ridiculous ideas. Finally, when the clock struck two, they decided to head home, convinced they could sneak in without waking their brothers.

The walk home was a clumsy affair. Porchay tripped over his own feet, Macau sang snippets of random songs, and Kim tried to shush them while barely able to walk in a straight line himself.

When they reached the house, they attempted to tiptoe inside. Their idea of "quiet" involved exaggeratedly slow movements and loud whispers.

"Shhh!" Macau hissed. "The walls have ears!"

Kim rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh. "Macau, that's not how walls work."

Porchay stumbled, landing on his knees with a thud. "Ow! The floor attacked me!"

Despite their attempts at stealth, their drunken giggles echoed through the house. What they didn't know was that their brothers-Vegas, Kinn, and Porsche-were already awake and watching them from the shadows, arms crossed and expressions unimpressed.

Vegas smirked. "Look at them. They think they're spies."

Kinn sighed. "This is embarrassing. They share our DNA."

Porsche grinned, whispering, "Let's see what nonsense they're going to say next."

Unaware of their audience, the trio collapsed onto the living room couch.

"You know," Macau said, stretching out his arms, "if I were in charge, this house would be way cooler. Like, I'd put a slide instead of stairs."

Kim nodded enthusiastically. "Genius. And maybe a pool in the living room."

Porchay grinned. "I'd turn the garden into a race track. Porsche would love that."

At that moment, the elder brothers stepped into view.

"A race track, huh?" Porsche asked, raising an eyebrow.

The trio froze. Macau whispered, "Abort mission. Abort mission."

"Too late," Kim groaned.

The brothers spent the next ten minutes lecturing the trio about responsibility and the dangers of sneaking out.

The next morning, their punishment was clear: they were to clean the entire garden, wearing aprons that read "I messed up."

Vegas watched Macau struggle with a rake, a smug grin on his face. "How's the slide replacement project going, Macau?"

Macau muttered under his breath, "It's a work in progress."

Kinn leaned against a tree, addressing Kim. "And the pool in the living room? Should we start digging?"

Kim glared at him. "I'm reconsidering my design choices."

Porsche chuckled, watching Porchay try to pull weeds. "How about that race track, Chay? Still think it's a good idea?"

Porchay pouted. "You're enjoying this way too much, hia."

After an hour of hard labor, the trio decided they'd had enough. They snuck into the kitchen, where Pete was making tea.

"Phi Pete!" Macau cried dramatically, falling to his knees. "Save us! They're working us to death!"

Kim followed suit, clasping Pete's hand. "Phi Pete, we're innocent! It was all a misunderstanding!"

Porchay gave him his best puppy eyes. "They're treating us like criminals. Do we look like criminals to you?"

Pete hesitated, their quivering lips and teary eyes tugging at his heartstrings. "Oh no... you guys... this is..."

Vegas and Porsche entered the kitchen, arms crossed.

"Pete, don't fall for it," Vegas warned. "They're professional manipulators."

Porsche smirked. "Macau used that exact look to steal your dessert last week."

Pete snapped out of it, narrowing his eyes at the trio. "Oh, right! You little schemers!"

Groaning, the trio was dragged back to the garden to finish their punishment.

That evening, the family gathered in the living room for dinner. The atmosphere was warm, filled with teasing and laughter.

"So," Vegas said, turning to Macau, "did you learn your lesson, little troublemaker?"

Macau pouted. "Yes, hia. I've learned that you enjoy watching me suffer."

Porsche laughed. "It builds character, kid. Besides, the garden's never looked better."

Kim grumbled. "This was unpaid labor. I'm filing a complaint."

Kinn smirked. "Consider it a lesson in responsibility."

Pete handed Macau an extra helping of food. "Here, Macau. At least you burned enough calories to deserve seconds."

Porchay leaned against Porsche. "Hia, I think you love the garden more than me now."

Porsche ruffled his hair. "Don't be silly. You're still my favorite plant."

The room erupted in laughter. Even Kim, who usually kept a stoic expression, smiled.

Later that night, as the trio sprawled on the couch half-asleep, Pete whispered to the elder brothers, "They're annoying, but they're kind of cute when they're not causing trouble."

Vegas smiled. "Don't tell them that. They'll use it against us."

Kinn chuckled. "Too late. They already know."

Porsche grinned. "We'll let them off easy... for now."

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Late that night, after the chaos of the day had settled, the trio-Macau, Kim, and Porchay-each found themselves restless. Whether it was lingering guilt, embarrassment, or just the comfort they sought, they silently decided to seek solace from their brothers.

Macau was the first to act, sneaking into Vegas and Pete's shared room. The door creaked slightly as he slipped in, clutching his pillow. Vegas was half-asleep, but Pete stirred when Macau climbed onto the bed.

"Macau?" Pete whispered, sitting up slightly.

"Can't sleep," Macau muttered, sliding under the covers.

Vegas opened one eye and groaned. "What are you, five? Go back to your room."

Pete nudged Vegas. "Stop being mean," he said softly, pulling Macau into a hug. "Come here, kiddo."

Vegas sighed but shifted closer, wrapping an arm around both Pete and Macau. "You're lucky Pete's soft," he mumbled, though his voice held affection. He kisses Macau and Pete on their head and went back to his sleep.

In Kinn and Porsche's room, a similar scene unfolded. Kim hesitated at their door for a moment before knocking softly.

"What?" Kinn called, already half-annoyed.

Kim poked his head in. "I... can I stay here tonight?"

Porsche raised an eyebrow from where he was snuggled against Kinn. "What's wrong? You never ask for this."

Kim scowled, his cheeks turning pink. "I just can't sleep, okay? Forget it."

"Wait, wait!" Porsche called, grinning. "Come on in, little brother."

Kinn sighed but opened his arms as Kim awkwardly climbed onto the bed. "You're terrible at asking for things, Kim," Kinn teased.

"Shut up, hia," Kim grumbled, settling between the two of them.

Porsche laughed, ruffling Kim's hair. "You're lucky we love you."

In next minute, Porchay didn't bother knocking. He barged in and immediately climbed onto the bed, flopping onto Porsche's chest.

"Chay!" Porsche exclaimed, startled. "What are you doing?!"

"Cuddling," Porchay said, his voice muffled against Porsche's shirt.

Porsche sighed, wrapping an arm around his little brother. "You're such a baby sometimes."

That night, despite the trouble they had caused earlier, the trio found comfort in the warmth of their brothers-and their brothers' partners. The house was filled with quiet snores and soft smiles, a reminder that no matter how much chaos they caused, they were loved.

The house fell into a peaceful silence, filled with the warmth of family and just a hint of mischief waiting for the next day.

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