But I Need You Now Bi-Han

Kuai’s frantic pleas fell completely on deaf ears. Bi-Han couldn’t hear him, he knew that, yet it didn’t stop him from desperately trying to get his brother’s attention.

Bi-Han sat on the couch, leaning forward, bracing himself with his arms on his knees as he miserably took yet another sip of his beer. His foot moved slightly, knocking the pile of discarded bottles that was accumulating on the floor. They weren’t all from today, but it seemed this was now all Bi-Han did. Sit in this dark room, lights off and curtains drawn, drinking away his misery.

“Bi-Han,” Kuai tried again, although he didn’t know why. “Please. Big brother. Please.”

Bi-Han did not react, staring emptily ahead of him. Kuai sobbed, falling to his knees beside his brother. He reached a hand forward, trying to touch Bi-Han’s face, only for his hand to completely phase through.

He could do nothing to stop this. He couldn’t talk to Bi-Han, he couldn’t touch him. All he could do was stand on the sidelines and watch as Bi-han destroyed himself.

Was Bi-Han doing this in the hopes of joining him in death?

Kuai’s death had been made to look like a suicide after all. They hung him from the ceiling fan, kicking a chair underneath him to make it look like he’d done it himself. They’d even made him write a suicide note. And for what? Just to hurt Bi-Han. To make him think he’d missed some signs his little brother was suffering that much.

Bi-Han brought the bottle to his lips again, giving a frustrated grunt when he realised it was empty.

A flash of rage seemed to overtake him, as he leapt up off his seat and threw the bottle across the room. This was sadly a regular occurance too. Bi-Han getting a random bout of anger before falling back into that inescapable pit of indifference.

“Bi-Han. I never wanted to leave you,” Kuai quietly whimpered. “Please, big brother. I need you to come around. I need you to realise that they did this to me.” He got back up, attempting to give his brother a hug from behind but only toppled through him, only just stopping himself from falling. He looked back at Bi-Han, whose temper seemed to be evening out again. “I need you to avenge me Bi-Han. Please. Fuck, please realise I didn’t do this.”

Bi-Han swayed slightly, before falling back on the couch. He slumped back, just staring at the ceiling. Kuai sobbed, nothing could have prepared him for how awful it was to see his brother like this.

He jumped slightly when the phone started to ring. Bi-Han gave a frustrated groan, but lent over slightly just enough to hit the speaker phone option.

“Hello?” He questioned, voice groggy and slurred and it was so obvious he was drunk.

“Good evening, am I speaking to Bi-han Song?” The voice on the other side questioned. Kuai Liang didn’t recognise it, and if he were still alive, his stomach would be doing flips.

“Who's asking?” Bi-Han snarled, temper flaring again.

“My name is Detective Hanzo Hasashi, your brother’s case has been reassigned to me,” he answered, and Kuai felt himself pause. Why would a detective be calling about Kuai Liang’s “case”unless…

Unless they think it wasn’t a suicide?

“What fucking case?” Bi-Han snapped back, throwing himself back onto the couch. His fists were clenched like he was about to get into a fight. “He killed himself, can’t you people just leave it the fuck alone?”

There was a moment of silence, before Hanzo replied with “Actually, Mr. Song, upon reinspecting the evidence, I have reason to believe this was a homicide.”

Bi-Han’s face went blank, his eyes darting around and blinking, as his alcohol impaired brain tried to make sense of what he’d just been told. Eventually he sat up, a little too fast if the way he stumbled was anything to go by. He stared at the phone for far too long.

“You think… he was murdered?” Bi-Han questioned, voice suddenly the most coherent it had been in weeks. Like the shock of what he’d just heard had immediately sobered him up.

“Having reviewed the evidence, I do, yes.” Hanzo sighed, and there was a sound of something like papers being shuffled. “Would I be allowed to arrange another inspection of your apartment, as well as going over some of your answers in your previous interview. Mostly about your brother’s mental health history, some things you mentioned don’t make sense combined with the evidence we have.”

Bi-Han was quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat, “um, yeah. I mean. I’m not at work tomorrow.” Kuai sighed, Bi-Han wouldn’t be at work at any time. He’d been fired a week into his binge drinking. “So, you can come over any time then.”

“Perfect, would around midday work for you?” Hanzo questioned and Bi-Han made an affirmative hum. “Good. I will see you tomorrow then.”

The call ended, and Bi-Han sat staring at the phone.

“Was he murdered?” Bi-Han quietly whispered to himself.

“Yes,” Kuai replied back, an answer that Bi-Han would never hear. “Yes I was.”

Bi-Han’s breath hitched, his breathing ragged and uneven. As much as it hurt Kuai Liang to see his elder brother burst into tears, there was a strange comfort in it. This was the first emotion Bi-Han had shown outside of anger and numbness since he’d found Kuai’s body. His brother’s pained cries were horrific to hear, but they were a sign of the dam finally breaking. Maybe now, he’d be able to fully deal with his grief in a better way.

“I know this is hard for you,” Kuai spoke, going to kneel in front of his brother. He resisted the urge to reach out, it was futile anyway. “But I need you now Bi-Han. You always said you’d do anything for me.” God, fuck this, he threw himself forward and tried his best to hug his brother without just phasing through him. “You need to bring me justice, you need to deal with your grief. You need to live, Bi-Han, you need to live for me.”

He pulled away again, watching his brother rub at his face, no sign of his tears slowing down.

Kuai gave a sad smile, as he gave one final bittersweet request.

“I need you to find a way to be happy again.”

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