Believe Again

CH 4: Complete & Safe

Here it is! The chapter you were all waiting for. I'm sorry if there are any errors ahead as I didn't really have a lot of time and have actually been sneaking to write this. So, did not have time to edit it properly.

-Wan

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It was time to leave, finally. Tharn had wanted to run away from all these ceremonies with Type so they could have some time alone. But he knew he could not. So, he tried to stay calm and bear it all. The guests had already left, now it was only the families left.

Tharn was standıng by Type, waiting for Champ to get their car when Korn pulled Tharn with him.

"What is it?" Tharn shrugged Korn's hands away. He did not like being dragged around, and that was exactly what Korn had done. He looked over at Type who was busy talking with Amp and Knock. "I want you to promise me something," Korn asked of him. Tharn could see the sorrow and pleadings in Korn's eyes. He knew Korn for several years but never had he seen this look on his face. So, Tharn urged Korn to speak.

"I want you to never hurt my brother. He is young. But there are things he has witnessed at a young age. He's sensitive," Korn begun, grief in his voice. "I won't lie to you. I didn't want him to get married young. But there are situations that made me believe that it is better for him to just get married. There are topics we never bring up in our house. I- I don't have the courage to even mention them..." Korn forced his eyes shut. He was getting teary.

"And the nature of our work.. please, I beg you, please, don't let him see any blood. Or even violence. And please don't force him. He is not the most sociable, but it has a reason." Korn controlled his tears from falling off.
"My brothers are my most precious treasures. And both of them are already stolen from me... First, Wat was sent abroad, we don't even know if he can ever return. And now, Type married you. He's the most precious one out there..." Korn's tears were flowing down his face like a restricted slow stream. He did not want to show Tharn his tears, but it was out of his control now.
He warned Tharn before leaving him to ponder upon his words, "I-I can't stand a single scratch on him. I mean it, mark my words, if I ever got to know that you hurt him. I won't think twice before killing you with my own hands." Tharn stood in the same spot. Frozen. He was not sure if he felt threatened by Korn's words or curious as to what made Type as sensitive as his brother just told.

He got out of his thoughts and walked to where Type was waiting for him. I never even thought of doing something to hurt Type. I already vowed that from this day on, he is going to be my one and only, that he will be the only one I will have my eyes and all my love for; and that, if I fail, I would rather choose death than his sad face. I vowed all this the day I first saw him And also to protect him from anything and everything this world throws at him.

Tharn walked back to where Type was standing. Type looked tired, but not sleepy. Like he was trying to chase his sleepiness away. Type was talking to Pharm when Tharn approached them and stood right beside him. Staring at him like the whole day.

"I'll miss you, baby," Knock said with teary eyes. He was the only motherly figure Type had after six years of loosing his papa, for four years. "I will too, papa Knock," Type teased him with a weak smile. He did not want to let go of him. His brother. His brother-in-law. Of the only two people he could call as his family for years. He did not want to leave them. Did not want to let go of their embrace. But, he had to. Knock kissed Type on his temples and hugged him for the last time.
Korn walked forward next. He hugged Type tightly. Protective of his brother. Like the shining armor that hugs a soldier's body to keep him safe from bodily damages, Korn hugged Type. "I'm only a call away. If you ever have a problem, tell me immediately. I help you at any time of the day. Don't ever hesitate, and call me whenever you want to, okay?" Korn asked Type, whispering right into his ear.