The armoured hearts

I LOVE YOU

"I don't fucking want to see your face again." Kim menacingly said in his coldest voice, freeing the man from his headlock, this one running away in fear. Kim looked at him before sighing when he totally disappeared. He let his shoulders fall down and turned to Kinn who was gratefully smiling.

“That’s a good one!” Pete cheered, Arm clapping next to him.

"They won’t mess with us anymore." He said, putting his hands around his brother's shoulders.

"They better not." Kim simply added quite satisfied but this not being what he liked the most in his job.

"Or my bodyguard will end them." Kinn smirked, going back with Kim inside.

It happened like this, as simple as it was, Kim had no idea about what to do. He had no dreams or anything which moved his heart, nothing more than his feelings towards his loved ones. He was good at fighting, he had been trained greatly and he was strong. He could protect.

He might have hurt some people, breaking some bones if they were too violent, but he wouldn’t kill, never if it wasn’t to save someone else. He loved the idea of being the one close to Kinn, being the one to have the ability of warming up their happiness. He loved his brothers so much, and he liked what Kinn had made of the business.

Legal. Less dangerous. They were still controlling some parts of the city but they were working with the kingdom now, doing what should be done and protecting who should be protected. Kim liked this idea of not doing bad, or not as bad as he was destined to by Korn. Korn, not his dad, nothing, someone who just died. He saw his brother wondering about his own act, killing his father.

They had some conversations with Tankhun who hugged them for a long time. It wasn’t his fault, their fault, and it happened because it happened. Korn didn’t just order Kim to do what he wanted, he pushed him to kill, to feel less than a human and they were so proud that their younger brother could free himself from this. They decided to not dwell too much on it.

Kinn was worried to become heartless, but he continued to smile tenderly, and to embrace Porsche with love.

The boy had been caught stealing food to save himself and his tiny Porchay. He was thrown in prison, where he suffered from the isolation, loneliness, bad food and some other jailed person who wanted to mess with him.

Then he was moved into the monster, and that prison continued to break him. People there were already going crazy, some would scream at night, some would punch the wall for the whole day, some would die, suddenly but be found later, the atmosphere smelling like death. And Porsche wondered when it would be his turn. He changed cells a lot, sometimes alone, sometimes not, and he was wandering that place, waiting for death, death not coming but his body hurting, everything being painful.

And then he began to see Porchay in his dreams, would he die too? Would he die too? Did he die? He wouldn’t be able to be out of this. Porchay would be alone, he wouldn’t be able to see him again, see him smile. It cut his nerves and his emotions in two. He was desperate, sorry, tortured. He began to call Porchay, and he was annoying everyone so they put him alone and here Porsche could be insane, in peace. Until Porchay came again, years after, he never stopped believing and it immediately gave hope to his broken pieces which won’t ever be able to feel at the right place.

He felt better, he wasn’t that bad, he could laugh and smile but he had moment of relapsing. He would curl up on himself against a wall and having difficulties to breath. He would shake uncontrollably and let his nails dig deep into his skin. The key sound wasn’t triggering him that much, making him feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t put him in that state anymore.