Did Kim really feel that way? That he wasn't doing enough?
Tankhun paced around his room, heart beating loudly in his chest.
It didn't make sense, because Kim also said he would be the one taking over in the case Kinn failed.
He came to a stop.
Was he afraid?
He paced around again, trying to make sense of it all.
Why was his therapy about Tankhun? About his brothers? Did they bring him that much pain?
Why did Kim sound so annoyed? That Tankhun got to live carelessly while Kinn was overwhelmed with stress? Was he angry on Kinn's behalf?
Why was the connection cut?
A knock on the door, stopped him in his tracks, heart still beating loud
"Sir, it's Big"
"Come in!"
"What happened?" Tankhun blurted out as soon as Big entered the room. Big didn't reply immediately, but stood silent for a moment, dumbfounded at Tankhun's words.
"What do you mean Sir?"
"The connection was cut!" Tankhun rambled, gesturing to the laptop on the coffee table.
Big didn't say anything for a moment as Tankhun sat back down on the couch
"I don't know sir" he replied, then looked down at the floor taking in a deep breath.
"I truly don't know"
Tankhun nodded "That's okay. It's okay" letting out a deep exhale.
"Let's keep this between us" he calmly spoke, so calm and quiet, Big had never seen him
"Yes sir"
Big was about to leave, but seeing the distraught expression on Tankhun he changed his mind "Sir, is something wrong?" he hesitantly spoke.
Tankhun was silent for a moment
"Keep a close eye on my brother okay?"
"Of course sir"
"If he seems off, let me know"
"Yes, sir" he nodded again, and left the room, running into Kinn outside, walking towards the door. "Sir" he greeted with a small nod. His heart was beating out of his chest for some reason he didn't understand. "Big" Kinn greeted back with a sheepish smile, stopping in front of him "Were you just talking to my brother?" gesturing to the door.
"Yes sir," Kinn nodded and walked past Big, and entered Tankhun's room.
When the door closed, Big let out a deep breath, finally calming down.
"Why am I so tense?" he muttered as he walked down the corridor, trying to shake the uneasiness off of him.
Suddenly, he felt something pull at this jacket sleeve "Excuse me" a small and apologetic voice sounded. Big knew who it belonged to, and the uneasiness came right back, his heart speeding up again.
He turned around, face to face with Porchay who looked at Big with his big eyes, full of curiosity.
Ah
Big's breath hitched for a moment, a stabbing pain in his heart.
Porchay let go of his jacket.
"You're Kim's bodyguard" Porchay's small voice spoke, and Big looked down at the floor for a moment, taking a deep breath, before looking back up at Porchay, his heart being clawed out of his chest.
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Emotional Detachment
FanfictionKim didn't believe he needed therapy, especially not for emotional trauma. He was fine, never been better after the invasion. Still, his brothers forced him to go to therapy to face what he never showed-his emotions. "Why do I need therapy for that...
