KILL ME HEAL ME

Chapter 3

For an entire week, Great had been cooped up in his condo, avoiding the outside world and, more importantly, avoiding his brother's persistent calls. He knew exactly what Korn wanted-to meet up, to check in on him. But Great wasn't ready to face him. Not like this. He still had a cast on, and some of the scars from the accident hadn't fully healed. The last thing he wanted was for his brother to see him in this vulnerable state.

What he hadn't counted on, though, was that Korn had a key to his place.

So, just like that, the situation Great had been avoiding became unavoidable. As the door swung open without warning, Great was caught standing in the middle of the living room, a glass of water in one hand, the other gripping his crutches. He froze, locking eyes with Korn, who stood in the doorway, equally still, his expression unreadable.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. It felt like a silent, unplanned standoff-both brothers waiting for the other to break the tension. Finally, Great sighed, realizing there was no way out of this.

"You weren't supposed to see me like this," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and resignation.

Korn, still processing the sight of his injured brother, took a step inside, his expression softening. "So this is why you've been ignoring my calls," he said quietly, closing the door behind him.

"Spit it out," Korn said, his tone calm but firm as he sat down on the couch, settling in like he wasn't going anywhere until he got answers.

Great sighed, slowly easing himself onto the opposite couch, the crutches resting beside him. They were facing each other now, and the air between them was thick with unspoken tension. Great knew there was no dodging it this time.

"I got into an accident," Great finally said, his voice low and direct. "It was during a race. Things went bad, and I ended up like this." He motioned to the cast on his leg and the fading scars on his body.

Korn stared at him for a moment, absorbing the words, his jaw tightening slightly. "A race?" he repeated, a mix of frustration and concern in his voice. "You mean one of those underground bike races?"

Great nodded, not bothering to deny it. Korn's eyes narrowed, clearly angry, but he remained composed, his tone measured. "And you didn't think to call me? Let me know what was going on?"

Great shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't want you to see me like this. It's bad enough I'm stuck here... I didn't need you worrying."

Korn leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp. "I'm your brother, Great. It's my job to worry. You can't just shut me out because you don't want to look weak."

Great opened his mouth to argue, but Korn cut him off. "I don't care how you look. I care that you're okay."

The room fell silent again, the weight of Korn's words sinking in. Great glanced away, feeling a twinge of guilt. Korn had always been there for him, and he knew he should have reached out sooner. But the stubborn part of him, the part that hated being vulnerable, had kept him isolated.

"I'm sorry," Great muttered after a pause, his voice quieter this time.

Korn sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, well, just don't pull this again."

Korn leaned back on the couch, his tone casual, but the weight of his words hit Great like a truck. "Actually, I wanted to tell you something. I'm getting married in a month."

Great's eyes widened in shock. "What? Dad made you do it, didn't he?"

Korn nodded, a hint of resignation on his face.

"So, who is it?" Great asked, already bracing himself for some rich omega from an influential family, someone their father had likely chosen to boost his business connections.