Believe Again

CH 2: Better?

Unedited chapter. Apologies for the stupid errors ahead.

WARNING: Slight description of graphic violence.

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***KIRIGUN MANSION***

The next day came sooner than Tharn had wanted. He stayed the whole night up, wondering who might his grandpa wanted him to marry. Never before this had Pharm decided for Tharn's life. Pharm never interfered in Tharn's life. May it be when Tharn turned from the cheery kid to the Casanova who only cares for his own pleasure, or so the world saw it. Not when Tharn became the most ruthless leader in the history of their mafia. Not when Tharn worked on impulse more than brains. Not when Tharn went berserk upon losing his dad, papa, and granddad on the same day. Not when Tharn stopped talking to anyone but the photos of the three dead men.

But.

Now, when it came to his marriage, Pharm did not even think of considering the matter with him. Pharm never even brought up this topic to Tharn ever before. And when he did, all he did was to announce. He simply announced that Tharn would be getting married and they were to meet his bride's family the day next.

"But that's the first thing he ever decided for me... I'll obey him for this," Tharn sighed as he checked his appearance in his life-size mirror after buttoning his shirt up. Tharn went out of his room and looked back inside for one last time before locking it up and proceeding to descend the stairs. Soon, this won't be only my room. I'll have to share it with someone, Tharn thought, letting out a sigh.

He pulled his chair and sat on the dining table. "Why do you look tired?" Pharm asked, worried. Tharn smiled, "Nothing... just had to wake up early to decide something pleasant to wear." Pharm nodded skeptically and continued eating. Thorn put his spoon down and gulped the food in his mouth quickly. "Tharn," Thorn called. Tharn looked up at his elder brother. "What is it, P'Thorn?" Tharn asked. Indifferent as ever. Thorn took a sip of his coffee, "After meeting your bride's family, rush to the headquarters immediately." Pharm and Than raised their brows. "Our men have caught those unfilial bastards. You have to deal with those," Thorn explained, chewing on his sandwich. Tharn nodded, "Okay. I'll try ending the first appointment soon. I miss blood." Tharn had his devilish smirk decorating his cold face, only enhancing the beauty of his piercing eyes more. Amp shook her head as she silently prayed for the souls of those whom Tharn was going to rip today.

"I'll try freeing him soon. For now, we'll leave the syndicate in your hands, Thorn," Pharm got up from his seat, ready to leave.

***PHAWATTAKUN MANSION***

Type was lying on his bed lazily. He had woken up hours ago, but too uninterested in the world to get off his bed and open up the windows to let the morning breeze in. He just wanted to lay there and let his remaining days pass by. His life was nothing like what he had dreamed of ever. Only if the life could be called his. 

Maybe he was the one residing in this body, but it did not function how he desired it to. All his actions were controlled by his father. His behavior. His actions. His interests. His subjects. Everything. Type remembered how his brother had to fight with their father to let Type study in Sports Science major. And soon enough he will be his husband's puppet to play with as he pleases. And all Type could do was to pray for his life to better than the previous day. Only to be ignored by the heavens above. Or so he thought.

Type snuggled deeper into his comforters when he heard his door slam open. He knew it wasn't his father. That man never even visited this wing of the mansion.

"Type, baby, what the heck am I hearing? You're getting married?" he heard someone yell out a hiss in a tone so caring. Here comes my lovely brother, Type thought as he brought himself to sit up straight. Korn walked to Type's bed and sat beside the depressed man wrapped in his comforters. "Can't you be a little more peaceful, Korn?" Knock smacked Korn's head as he too settled beside Type, pulling him into a hug. Type rested his head on his brother-in-law's shoulder as his brother rubbed his back from behind. These two were the only ones who made Type feel that he was a part of this family.