Believe Again

CH 5: Like Him Now

As I had said before, it is a chapter more about family bonding. Fluff purposes.

Also, I haven't put any effort into editing this chapter. The reason is at the end.

- Wan

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It was another morning just like the past three weeks for Type. He would wake up in his husband's tight and secure embrace every morning, smiling. Get down and have a happy breakfast where Thorn would be flirting with Amp, Amp would act unimpressed, Pharm would nag at Thorn and Tharn for anything, and Tharn would keep all his attention to Type to see if he needs anything. Then he would sit with Pharm all day long. Enjoying the love and care he never knew he could feel again after his papa was gone. And by the end of the day, they would have dinner together, sharing stories from their days. And finally, he would snuggle back into Tharn's embrace to have a peaceful dreamless sleep without the help of those pills.

They were having breakfast right now. Pharm sat at the head of the table with Type and Tharn on his left and Amp and Thorn on the right. "Type, you're still in your third year, right?" Pharm asked, sipping his tea. Type nodded without words. He was very much comfortable in this family than his own. He was free to do anything he wanted but still liked to ask for Pharm's permission since he never really got to do things of his own free will.

"I already got all your documents sorted under our name. Your next semester begins next week," Pharm informed the latter. Type smiled at him, "Thank you, grandpa." Pharm smiled back at him. His heart always swelled at the genuineness of Type's words and behavior. It was like the kid had no filter. Type was not someone who seemed to have ill feelings towards anyone. He was the purest soul Pharm had met after his son-in-law, Fluke. Fluke would have loved Type so much, Pharm thought, patting Type's fluffy hair.

"Why did you choose to major in sport science?" Thorn asked Type. Type sighed, "I just wanted to study about something I enjoy instead of what I should or someone thinks is good for me." Amp asked him, "What's your favorite sport then?" "Soccer. I always loved that thing. I and my brothers used to play soccer all the time when we were kids," Type smiled in nostalgia.

He remembered the time his twin was still by his side. When they were still able to communicate with each other easily. When time difference and distance was not a barricade between his soul's half and him. He remembered how the three of them would run around their mansion's garden, chasing the ball that rolled on the ground because of their kicks. How their papa would have to run after them to catch them. How they laughed. How they cried when hurt. How they were so happy.. when they used to be three. Until their papa...

Well, never mind.

"Even after Wat left, I and P'Korn would sneak out and play together. And we still did, just that, now, P'Knock joined us," Type's eyes were visibly gloomy. Tharn filled Type's plate with more of spicy chicken, "Eat more." He wanted to divert Type's attention to something else. He could not see that expression on his kitten's face. That sadness did not suit Type. He deserved the world. Though, this messed up world did not deserve a soul like his.

"Then... let's go some back to school shopping?" Amp suggested. Pharm clapped his hands, "Let's go now! And you two dumb head grandsons of mine, take care of the house till we return." Pharm got up from his seat and was about to pull Type with him but Tharn hugged his wife, pulling Type towards him.

"He needs to eat first," Tharn firmly stated. Type squeaked, "I don't need anything. I have enough clothes, no need for any stationary, and I have my books already." Pharm frowned, "Type, no one, I repeat, no one E-V-E-R has enough of cute stationery. So, we are going shopping today. And I am not asking anyone's opinion." Type looked at Tharn for help. And his husband only sighed and brought a spoonful of fried rice up to his mouth. "Eat for now... no one can deny that old guy when it comes to shopping," Tharn whispered to Type. Type opened his mouth for the spoon with sad puppy eyes. Tharn chuckled lowly yet lovingly, "I'm sorry, but those puppy eyes will not work, not for now at least." Type sighed in defeat and continued eating on his own.