Inseaparable Brothers

After the confrontation war, pete left the major family for vegas. They created a new life and new family. After three years if dating and seeing each others high and low….they got married. They had Venice after a year. When venice was three….they had Sky.

Venice and Sky love each other so much. Even sky's first word is “ven ven”. Sky always stick to Venice and wants to stay closer to his big brother.

His papa is warm….his Dada is strong…..but ven ven is the best.

………….

The Theerapanyakul mansion was rarely ever quiet, but this morning, something was… off. The usual giggles and playful screams that echoed through the halls were missing. And the reason for that?

Venice, the bright-eyed, energetic eldest son of Vegas and Pete, had gone to school for the first time.

And his three-year-old baby brother, Sky, was not okay with it.

……………..

Sky woke up as usual, rubbing his sleepy eyes, his tiny fists clenching his favorite stuffed bunny. The first thing he did every morning was turn to his side and see Venice sleeping beside him. Except… Venice wasn’t there.

The bed was empty.

Sky frowned, sat up, and blinked around the room.

"Ven Ven?" His tiny voice called out.

Silence.

Sky pouted, crawled out of bed, and wobbled his way to the door. He checked the bathroom.

Empty. He peeked under the bed. Nothing. He toddled out into the hallway, his little feet pattering against the floor.

“Ven Ven?” he called again, this time louder.

Still nothing.

That’s when panic set in.

Sky ran as fast as his tiny legs could take him and burst into the living room, his face scrunched up. Vegas and Pete, who were peacefully sipping their morning coffee, turned at the sound of their baby’s wobbly steps.

“Sky?” Pete smiled. “Good morning, baby.”

But Sky wasn’t smiling. His lower lip wobbled dangerously. His big round eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Where… Ven Ven?” His voice cracked. “Where my Ven Ven?”

Pete’s heart clenched. Uh-oh.

Vegas, ever the more composed one, sighed. “Venice went to school, Sky.”

And that was the moment their morning peace was utterly destroyed.

Sky’s eyes widened in horror, his tiny body stiffening.

“YOU SEND VEN VEN AWAY?!?” he stuttered.

Pete winced, while Vegas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sky, baby, listen—” Pete tried to explain, but Sky dropped to the floor, dramatically flopping on his belly like a fish out of water. His small fists slammed against the carpet, his little legs kicking.

“MY VEN VEN! GIVE HIM BACK!” Sky wailed, tiny sobs shaking his body. “BAD! BAD DADA! BAD PAPA!”

Vegas and Pete stared.

And just like that, the youngest Theerapanyakul declared war on his own parents.

………………..

After the very dramatic betrayal, Sky decided that he would not speak to his parents.

Instead, he plopped himself in front of the mansion’s main door, arms crossed, his tiny face pulled into the biggest pout in existence.

Vegas sat beside Pete on the couch, arms folded.

“Your son is being very dramatic.”

Pete gave him a look. “My son?”

Vegas sighed. "I don’t remember being this dramatic as a child."

Pete raised an eyebrow. “You kidnapped porsche and tortured yourself trying to get him to love you. Sky sitting in front of the door waiting for his brother is nothing compared to that.”

Vegas narrowed his eyes. “I don’t recall asking for a history lesson, Pete.”

Pete just smirked.

Meanwhile, Sky sniffled and stared at the door like his life depended on it.

It was heartbreaking.

His tiny arms hugged his knees. Every now and then, he’d shuffle closer to the door, his head resting against his bunny plushie.

Pete tried to carry him away. Sky bit his sleeve.

Vegas tried bribing him with his favorite snacks. Sky slapped them away.

“I don’t want!” he cried. “Want Ven Ven!”

At some point, the mansion’s bodyguards walked past and saw the standoff.

Nop blinked.

“Uh… what’s happening?”

“Sky is mad because Venice went to school,” Pete sighed, rubbing his temples.

Nop snorted.

“Damn. Kid has attachment issues.”

Vegas scowled.

“Obviously.”

Macau, who had stopped by to visit, cooed. “Awww, Sky! You miss your big brother, huh?”

Sky sniffled, nodding miserably.

Macau squatted beside him, poking his chubby cheek. “You know Venice will be back in a few hours, right?”

Sky gasped. “Few… hours?”

“Uh… yeah.”

More tears welled up. “That long?!?”

Vegas groaned. “Mac, you’re making it worse.”

Macau winced. “Oops.”

Sky sniffed, turned back to the door, and refused to move.

And so, for six entire hours, the youngest mafia prince of the minor family did not move an inch.

…………..

Finally, as the sun reached its peak, the front door creaked open.

And in stepped Venice.

The moment Sky saw him, all time stopped.

“VEN VEN!!”

Sky launched himself at his big brother with the strength of a thousand suns. Venice barely had time to react before he was tackled to the floor, a tiny crying hurricane clinging to him.

Sky’s little hands fisted Venice’s school uniform. His face buried itself in his brother’s chest, shoulders shaking.

“You back! You back!” Sky sobbed. “I wait all day! I wait forever for you!”

Venice’s heart melted.

His little brother had been waiting for him all this time?

He pulled Sky into a warm hug, gently rubbing his back.

“Sky… why are you crying, huh?”

Sky sniffled, looking up. His little hands patted Venice’s cheeks frantically, as if making sure he was real.

“You go away,” Sky pouted. “Papa and Dada send you far far away! I no like it! I no eat! I no talk! I just wait!”

Venice blinked. “Wait, wait… you didn’t eat?!”

Sky shook his head.

Venice turned to glare at his parents. “Dada! Papa! You let Sky starve?!”

Vegas and Pete looked offended.

“Excuse you, young man—” Vegas started, but Pete elbowed him.

Venice sighed, sitting up and pulling Sky onto his lap.

“Sky, you have to eat, silly! You’ll get sick.”

Sky sniffed, hugging Venice’s waist.

“No hungry without you.”

Venice sighed, ruffling Sky’s fluffy hair. “Okay, okay. Let’s eat now, okay?”

Sky nodded aggressively.

“Only if Ven Ven feeds me!”

Venice giggled. “Okay, okay, come on.”

He led Sky to the dining table, sat him on his lap, and picked up a spoon.

“Say ‘ahhh!’”

Sky obediently opened his mouth.

“Ahhh!”

Venice fed him spoonful after spoonful, patiently waiting for Sky to chew before giving him another bite.

Vegas and Pete watched from the side, completely ignored.

“…Our kids don’t need us,” Pete muttered.

Vegas sighed, sipping his coffee. “Yeah. We’ve been replaced.”

Pete patted his shoulder. “It was nice being parents while it lasted.”

…………….

As Venice continued feeding Sky, he gently explained

“Sky, I have to go to school, okay? It’s important.”

Sky pouted. “Why?”

“Because I have to learn things! Like reading, counting, and…” Venice paused. “…learning how to beat Uncle Kinn at chess.”

Vegas smirked. “Now that’s a good reason.”

Venice grinned. “And one day, you’ll come with me, too!”

Sky gasped. “I go too?!”

“Yes. And I have to make it a safe and comfortable place for my baby brother. I need to make sure my little sky like the school! Then…we can go to school together.”

“Hihihi. I go with ven ven!” sky giggled.

“Yes! But only if you’re a good boy to Papa and Dada.”

Sky glanced at Vegas and Pete, then pouted. “Even though they send you far far away?”

Venice chuckled, kissing Sky’s cheek. “Yes, even though.”

Sky thought for a moment… then sighed. “Okay… I try.”

Pete clutched his chest. “Oh, thank god.”

Vegas smirked. “And that’s why Venice is the favorite.”

Pete elbowed him again. “Shut up.”

Venice giggled, hugging his baby brother tighter.

Sky giggled too, snuggling into his big brother’s arms.

All was right in their little world again.

And as long as they had each other, everything would always be okay.