✨️Porchay only wanted to meet his online friend, he only wanted to meet Kim, not knowing that this was all a lie, the real Kim is a police officer who doesn't even know about his existence but needs to save his life ✨️
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Porchay hears them debating downstairs. He hears his own brother fighting against anything they had wanted to try. He just curls up more in his bed. He came back, this man came back just to put this message on his wall through a stupid projector everyone could have put on this tree. He doesn’t know how to feel about all of this, if he follows everything he could listen to, Porchay is, as he had said, only an object, something to tell a story but not a story in himself. He doesn’t know anymore what this means, he just wants to forget and to sleep.
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“I am not going to sacrifice my brother’s life just to catch someone! Do your work!” Porsche argues, not standing anymore what they say. His wonder should cooperate with them and help them to arrest him because this killer is only willing to talk and to show himself through Porchay. He doesn’t care at all.
“It isn’t a sacrifice.” Kim answers back, annoyed.
“What is the risk of him ending up wounded or worse?”
“Not…of zero.” Yok says, understanding very well why he is against this idea.
“Exactly! My brother isn’t something to play with, if your killer wants to tell a story he can just send you a book!”
“Why are you so!” Kim bites his lips.
“What? Not willing? Not bending down for your pretty eyes? That’s not going to happen! I can’t let you use him…” Porsche ends his sentence with a little too much emotion showing how every of his bad words were only from distress and not that he really wanted to be violent.
Everything is already so hard for him, watching Porchay looking like a ghost and then hearing him having nightmares and crying in his arms. This is way too much, it can’t even come close to what his brother should feel. He wants nothing more than to protect him.
“I’ll do it.” They hear from behind, all turning their head and looking astonished when they witness the boy’s look. His body, his expression, all of his appearance is screaming how much he can’t anymore.
“What are you saying?” Porsche stands up, totally unable to think clearly.
“I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to just…stay in that room…I want to help…I want him to stop…” He cries out at the end, hiding his face with his hands.
“Chay…that’s too dangerous!”
“It was dangerous to go there and I still did!” Porchay desperately screams back.
The silence is heavy in that room, so heavy that only Yok who follows everything with her concerned attitude is able to break the ice.
“We will only agree on one condition.” She explains, looking straight at Porchay. “I heard that you didn’t want to talk to the psychologist and haven't got here since it happened, you need to go.” Then she stares at Porsche who is a mix of relief because of the hope of his brother going to see someone for his traumatic experience and the anxious sensation that they are going to be used.
