Believe Again

CH 18: Please?

Pretty long chapter ahead to compensate for all this time I went missing.

A lot is happening here. Not just with TharnType but with others too. So, prepare yourself for crying.

See, people, I mean it. I really do. I tried to edit this chapter but then... something just happened and my lazy ass didn't feel like editing anymore... Do you forgive me?

See, I'm not good at action scenes so please excuse me for that.

- Wannie

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***KORNKNOCK HOME***

Everyone- Pharm, Thorn, Korn, Knock, Sarawat and Tine- were sitting in the living room, all in grave minds. Pharm had sent Champ back home to have Amp safe over there. He was in constant worry for all these kids around him. He knew how terrible Tharn had been lately and his passing out for so long only made Pharm's worries grow. Never had Tharn exhausted himself to the extent of losing consciousness for days. But this time, it was all just too terrible. Tharn was a mess. Type was missing and in the hands of their worst enemy. The lead they had got on Type turned out fake. They sent some men to check if Type really was held captive at that place but he wasn't there. It only added more to all their worries.

Thorn was worried for his own wife's safety. Amp hadn't been well recently but tried keeping it from Thorn to not worry her husband more. Korn had a whole lot to deal with. His wife, his kidnapped brother, his unaware brother, and the worst- his father. The old man of the Phawattakul house had somehow found out that his failure of a son had problems with his husband and ended up at his brother's place. 'Pathetic' was what he always called Type, even more now. And Korn had to keep him safe from that old man too once they get him back. But that wasn't even half of his worries. He had been seeing his chirpy brother, Sarawat, turn cold towards everyone. He couldn't blame him, though. 

Sarawat had been kept in the dark for all these years. He did not just not know of Type's marriage but he wasn't even told how his papa actually died. All these years, he grew up believing his papa died in a little accident only for it to turn out to be a suicide in reality. And Korn knew all these facts were generating a feeling of betrayal in Sarawat. Only to add more to his worry, Knock was in his sixth month already and could go into labor any time now. And all the happenings were surely stressing the pregnant man out. This was not a good thing at all.

"You fine, right?" Korn asked with a wrinkled forehead to his wife. Knock nodded, busy in his thoughts, "I'm fine, don't worry. Just think of how we'll deal with dad later." He knew how much Type had suffered in hands of that old man all these years was going crazy internally on what might that man do to Type about this situation. "You don't have to worry about him. I'll deal with Phawattakul," Pharm interrupted with a sigh. "What would dad do to Type that you're all so worried?" Sarawat frowned. It was still hard for him to believe how his family wasn't the sweet little thing he had been imagining all the years. "I'm sorry to say this but your father is someone I do not trust my grandson-in-law with. He's the main cause of Type's traumas. I don't trust that man," Pharm spitefully stated. "But where is Tharn? Why's he taking so much time?" Korn frowned. Thorn sighed, resting his head on the headrest of the couch, "Crying in the shower for sure. He's been like that ever since that day."

They went on to discuss a few more things. Their main concern was to plot where Type was being held captive and how they could get him back. Tine was squeezing Sarawat's hand from time to time. He knew it was hard on his boyfriend and was only here all this time to look after him since everyone was busy with something or the other. Pharm and Korn had to keep a check on Knock all the time. Thorn had been busy with their syndicate since Tharn wasn't in a good condition. And so, Tine had to go up and look after Sarawat. Just while they were talking, the doorbell rang, disturbing them. Knock asked a house-help to check it since no one was really in their right minds over here.