Believe Again

CH 8: Psychopath?

Early update! coz I  won't be able to update tomorrow for some private reasons.

I'm warning you all... some things are happening here... read at your own risk. Should I be giving a trigger warning? 😉

Oh! And... there will be some POV changes... so try not getting confused na~😊😊😊

- Wan

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He walked to the lost man and called for his attention. Type snapped to look at him, his eyes were asking all the questions he did not know if to voice or not. Thorn ruffled his hair before pulling him into a hug, "I'm your big brother too, Type. You can tell me anything you want, okay?" Type nodded against his shoulder but did not hug him back. No matter how comforting Thorn's words or embrace were, it would never be the same as Tharn's. What he needed was Tharn's arms around him right now, but the latter seemed not to be in a favorable condition.

"P'Thorn... wh- what just hap- pened?" Type stuttered, he could try being comfortable around the older, he was his family too, like Tharn, like Pharm, just like Amp. Thorn sighed, should I really tell him? 

Type wanted to cry at what he saw earlier. He was hurt very bad when he saw his husband with someone else. Especially when Tharn had made it clear to him that he liked him just the way he liked him only a few days back. "W- why was someone there with P'Tharn, phi?" Type was too taken aback by what he had seen to have focused on the face of the main culprit, Flinn. Thorn soothed his back, "Don't judge Tharn already, listen to me first... okay?" Type reluctantly nodded. Of course, he did not want to believe that Tharn would go around fooling with someone else when he just confessed his attraction towards him a few days ago.

Type wanted to delete all that he saw today. He saw someone else kiss the pair of lips he thought were only for him. He himself did not know how had he not broken into tears yet. Maybe because of that expression he saw on Tharn's face. The look made it clear that he was not enjoying any of it. That he did not even want to be there in that situation.

Maybe, that was why he managed to stay calm even after the heartbreaking scene he witnessed. 

"Tharn was drugged. Do you know what are aphrodisiacs?" Thorn pulled away and held Type by his shoulders. Type shook his head, "I- I don't. Never heard of it, phi." Thorn sighed, "Okay... it is a sort of drug. A drug that can heighten a person's desires." Thorn could not believe that he would one day have to explain such things to a twenty-one-year-old baby. But here he was, dealing with a baby in the body of a grown-up man. He's too innocent-minded to be a part of our world, Thorn thought.

Type looked at Thorn with his confused sparkling orbs, "What desire, P'Thorn?" Thorn bit his inner cheeks, Is he pretending or does he really not know?! He exhaled loudly before answering Type's query, "A person's sexual desire, Type." Type felt his cheeks burn in an instance when he heard the specifications. He could feel his heart beating like drums but ache at the same time. He squeaked, "Why did P'Tharn consume it?" Type could not bring himself to terms like Tharn himself consuming it. But no one would dare offend a man so powerful if not wishing for death. 

Thorn heaved yet another sigh, "He didn't mean to ever consume it. He was tricked into it." Type tried connecting the dots, "So... someone else made him have it without his knowledge?" Thorn smiled that at least Type could understand this much on his own and nodded his head.

"And so, Tharn did not initiate anything that happened downstairs, in fact, he was the victim there. And... about the antidote, this wasn't the first time Tharn was drugged. It's happened a couple of times before. But this sure was the worst scenario." Thorn answered Type even before he could ask more.