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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 33: The Willful man
Yesterday, two people went through the screwing until dark, in the end, the whole bodies did not have any strength left, even the thought of going downstairs to find something to fill the stomach was abandoned, but the good thing is that two people with love and drink water, directly in bed to sleep and died there.
It wasn't until sunrise the next morning that the next person in bed slowly turned awake, and Type tiredly stirred and turned his head to look at the person sleeping next to him, Tharn was completely naked and asleep, the towel he had brought from the old apartment covered around his waist.
"This hybrid just isn't the same," Type thought darkly, and though Tharn he wasn't a hundred percent hybrid, the brown chest hair was still clearly visible in the sunlight.
"After all, I can't escape the clutches of these foreigners!"
Type couldn't help but think of the foreigner who had chased him last Sunday.
"Forget it, let him be! Gee, why is it all sticky all over?" Type was a bit annoyed, and although the air conditioner was always on in the room, it couldn't stop him from sweating, and it was all because of this man who had slept and died.
Suddenly, Tharn brought his leg over and pressed it against Type.
"Hey! Ai’Tharn!"
Type pushed Tharn, but he didn't wake up, so Type had to get up and sit on the edge of the bed with a hard shove.
"Hey, Ai’Tharn get up." This man, he may have seemed like he did it on purpose! But it looks like it's sleeping soundly again, not like it's faking it.
Type lifted his foot, ready to kick him off the bed.
"Sleep well, eh? Let's get you a taste of my Fushun Shadow less Foot!"
"Ai’Hiaa!"
Type's ankle was caught before he had time to get out of the way, and before he could react, he saw the man who had just fallen asleep smiling at him.
"Well, what a show!"
"Ai’Bastard," he must have just been faking sleep and when Type tried to retract his foot, because he just thought he was asleep and tried to kick him, Tharn only to had his ankle grabbed and his private parts were exposed dangling directly in front of him.
"You were just faking sleep!"
"Not really, just wanted to see what you're going to do to me, pretty tough!" No matter how much Type struggled, Tharn just wouldn't let go of his ankle.
"What a blessing I am to have you kick me out of bed without me starting anything."
"I wonder when I'll be blessed with your morning kiss."
"Do you want me to give you a set of combo punches for breakfast?"
Don't need to fantasize that Type will be embarrassed by his own words, because he'll fight back right away. Type's reaction made Tharn, who wanted a good morning kiss, stifle a smile as he looked up at Type and pulled his hand over his to keep him asleep.
"Stop sleeping Ai’Tharn, I'm hungry." Type shook his head and refused Tharn's invitation to go back to sleep, it had been almost 24 hours since he'd been dripping wet since noon last night. His words left Tharn stunned.
"You say that again?"
"Ai’Hiaa ah you, I said no," as Tharn tightened his grip on his arm, so Type lowered himself to pinch his neck, and Tharn shook his head.
"No, the next sentence."
Ai’Hiaa!
Type literally smacked him in the head and replied impatiently.
"Just say I'm hungry!"
"What are you so hungry for?!" Tharn began to ramble, and Type interrupted him directly.
"I'm hungry for food, Ai’Tharn, starving, do you understand me? I'm hungry." Tharn couldn't help but laugh, so angry that Type wanted to kill him.
"Beg me?"
"Fvck you! Who said I will beg you, were you not clear in your mind?" Type's tone of voice amused Tharn, who got up and went to the side of the bed, obviously the bed was big, why sit so far away.
"I've lost my mind since I met you, and whatever you do is so cute in my eyes."
"If you use the word cute again, I'll pull you against the wall," Type immediately disliked, bluntly stating that he didn't like Tharn using the word cute to describe him.
Would someone like him be cute? Might as well say that his horror came true.
Meanwhile, Tharn's eyes swept across their room, finally settling their gaze on their mattress.
Type himself ducked his head and looked away, "Whose crap is on the mattress."
"You did it!" Type was about to hit him but at the thought of what happened last night he got up as soon as he finished speaking. He also grabbed the towel from Tharn's waist and was about to take a shower. Only to hear Tharn rebel.
"By what authority am I responsible for that, you see, not all of this puddle is mine?"
Type turned back to glare at Tharn, who just laughed and smiled like a fool.
"Hahaha, I'm just kidding, my wife's stuff, I'll take care of it!"
As soon as Tharn uttered the word wife, he saw a towel fly straight at his face, slamming him directly onto the bed, and Type said with a dark face.
"Don't call me wife!" Type couldn't look himself squarely in the eye, and yet he walked coldly into the bathroom, Tharn's laughter coming from behind him.
"Well, well, well, without calling you wife, what would the honored madam like for brunch, then?"
Ai’Hiaa!
Type was so exasperated that he kicked the bathroom door vigorously, only to hear Tharn laugh even louder again.
Haha haha, Type ah Type, were you on vacation for too long, so long that you forget what kind of capricious man Tharn is, he seems to be very casual and can accept anything, but in fact, he did also get all the things he wanted ... "Madam" haha haha, goose bumps have fallen all over him.
"Ow, Dad why didn't you tell me, I'm eating out now, I'm off Borom Road."
[What? Didn't Dad tell you I was coming home today and casually dropping by to see you and your friends]?
"It was said you were going to go home, not to come to me!"
[Isn't that the same? Oops, it's been months, let Daddy say goodbye to you].
"Then Dad you'll take the day off and come over."
[Just got hit in the head with a book by your mom.]
[You are talking about what I can hear.]
Type heard that his mother's voice was coming from the phone, and he laughed until he was shaking, and his mind immediately conjured up images of his father sitting in the back of the car talking on the phone, and then his mother, a tigress, driving the car and suddenly turning her head.
That's right, at his house it was usually Mom who drove because Dad drove too slow. It's still a few hours until they get home from a few minutes trip.
"Well well well, tell mom to drive carefully."
With that said, Type hung up the phone and turned his head to see Tharn was staring at himself.
"Ai’Tharn, what are you looking at me for? Watch the road, do you want to die?" If one is not careful about this good-looking Audi car, it will be a total loss of face.
"Ouch, how did your tone change?"
"Hey! Ai’Tharn!" Type glared at him, succeeding in making Tharn laugh.
"Is your father coming to see you?"
"Well, actually I was supposed to go to my aunt's yesterday with my parents, but I was too lazy to go. Had been staying at my aunt's house before, which was so to speak my second home, and from aunt I came to the dormitory, so I let dad go on his own. As for saying my dad is coming to this place thing, actually, he wants to meet you." Type's tone was serious, thinking about how to muddle through, which made Tharn cringe.
"You don't have to make that face, your dad just wants to know who you live with, have you thought about how to tell your dad about the two of us being in a relationship?" Tharn was silent for a moment and said with a sigh of relief.
"A little disappointed, though I also know not to get my hopes up."
[Creak]
The man in the car made a sighing sound, and Type turned his head to look at the man who was driving and let out a long sigh.
"I'm sorry."
"Apologize for what?" Tharn asked, though he already knew the answer in his heart.
"For the one thing that has to be a secret for life." Type was so direct that Tharn didn't think twice and he froze directly, but then he smiled again and his eyes looked straight ahead, but his disguise didn't pass from Type and he could clearly see Tharn's hand gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"I know, you won't tell anyone." Tharn's answer made Type feel more and more guilty.
He was ready to tell the world that the two of them were together, but there was no chance he would be able to say it.
Letting a homophobe like yourself get involved with GAY is out of the question!
"But they'll know eventually." Type tries to make himself feel better, because his friend won't spread the word about them anyway, even though he knows the whole story. But the fact that it seems only one person won't tell the secret doesn't make Tharn's mood any better, as he says repeatedly.
"Yeah, there's still one person who knows about it anyway."
"What's the matter with you, what are you mad at me for?" Tharn knew Type was angry and immediately said.
"I'm not angry."
"Then what is that look you have on your face!" Type looked at him and finally sighed.
"I was just...a little upset."
"Hahaha, people like you still get upset?"
"...... "This time, it was Tharn's turn to be silent, he looked at Type's eyes and slowly calmed down, but Type, who was still trying to be funny, could not laugh this time, the good mood was swept away, there was inexpressible annoyance inside.
In fact, it's human nature for people who are in love to want to declare their love to the world.
"Is it that important?" Type struggled to ask in a calm tone.
"For me, yes." Tharn replied very firmly.
This is ridiculous.
Type wanted to refute to him in this way, but saw Tharn's expression so determined and serious and hesitated to speak.
"It may not mean much to you, but I just want to tell people that you belong to me, and I belong to you, that's all." Tharn told him his reasons, which made Type feel like his boyfriend was an insecure person, and what a courageous thing was it to be involved with him.
"Forget it, you don't want to go public, I'll just keep it to myself."
Here it comes again and again, and Tharn says so and Type feels guilty once again.
Type tried to shake his head in denial, but ended up just looking out the window, not at the vehicles coming and going, but at what Tharn had just said.
Once again, the two of them thought very differently.
He wants to be public and he wants to be low key himself, can they really go on?
Type's sigh grew heavier and heavier, and he felt darkly afraid inwardly as to whether Tharn would push himself into compromise, step by step, as he had done before, and allow himself to openly acknowledge the pair's relationship according to his thoughts, or whether he would be unable to bear himself and choose to break up. No matter what Tharn did, he was going to make himself end up hurt.
But I, I swear to God, would never admit that I was dating a guy!
The atmosphere in the car became very eerie from then on, so all the way over, from the time the two got out of the car and walked into the restaurant where Type had said they wanted to eat before together, Type just kept putting up a grim face and expressing his unhappiness, which made Tharn next to him sigh straight on.
Should have known it would turn out this way, should have known Type would be this way, but once again the words were restrained from coming out.
Alas, don't be too greedy, Tharn. You should be content to just get to be with him.
"You said you wanted to try that earlier, order it." Tharn handed Type the menu from the buffet.
Type glanced at him, took over the menu look, and Tharn looked around the restaurant for a week, his eyes lingering on the salmon samples in the glass case at the counter, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
No, no, no, not trying to eat those, it was just coincidence.
Not that Tharn is particularly fond of fresh salmon, but it's okay to eat it, and didn't say they have to come to a place like this.
Just Type heard that this new shopping mall has such a restaurant, he kept shouting to come, Tharn was softhearted and agreed to bring him here, in fact, just can't resist his smiling face, addicted to his charm can't help but refuse him.
If anything, that would have put Tharn in a better mood, it would have been enough.
"Then a large portion of sashimi, plus two more sushi, and the same order, are you going to eat? Or don't, why don't I get you a soup, do you want a Nori soup or something?"
"All right, let me see it first." Tharn took the a la carte menu handed to him by Type and found that he was ordering all of sushi foods.
Soy sauce salmon head soup.
He ordered this, and there had to be something to go with those sashimi anyway.
After ordering, Tharn handed the menu directly to the waiter who was waiting on the sidelines.
"Alas, I haven't finished ordering yet."
"That's enough, you can eat more later."
Type frowned his eyebrows and smiled, "Now that I am so hungry I can eat a cow, should we come and have a contest, who will eat more?"
"Boring!" Tharn is unlikely to be caught into a trap by him, only a loser would be caught by him. But it still put Type in a better mood to get a chance to call him a coward.
Okay, if it makes Type smile again and forget what just happened in the car and be called a coward, so be it.
Seeing Type's smile, Tharn followed suit, and was finally in the mood to ask the question he'd been meaning to ask.
"Your hair's growing a lot longer."
"Yeah, I'm still darker." Type held the milk tea in one hand and held up the other hand to show him.
"I know, you took off your pants and swam naked right."
"What did you say?!" Type, who was drinking water, was so frightened that his whole face was red, Tharn was laughing at the side, and he was not going to say it again, so as not to give Type a chance to beat him up, anyway, he has seen it with his own eyes last night.
"Hey! Ai’Tharn what are you thinking?" It seems the thoughts have drifted far away, speaking one sentence at a time.
"Well, nothing." Being asked that by him, Tharn didn't even have to think it since it must be denial, though his inner thoughts were disguised; Type's charm was growing with each passing day.
He doesn't know if it was because of what happened last night, or if it was something else, Type was really becoming more and more attractive to him, whether it was the eyes underneath the thick eyelash coverage, or the frequent cuss from his mouth and the hawkish nose on top, or the way he looked in just his tank top and shorts... that just overwhelmed him.
It's got him hooked.
That thought made Tharn rush to shake his head to clear his head. The first course was then served, and Tharn didn't hesitate to put it in front of Type.
"Eat it, didn't you say you wanted to?"
Type looked at him and asked in a skeptical tone.
"Trying to please me is it?"
"Well, has your anger died down?" Tharn replied immediately.
This answer froze Type, but he quickly returned to his normal tone.
"I'm not a girl, you don't have to cajole me like a little girl."
Tharn was helpless; Type always had to compare himself to a woman, especially with couples. Despite his best efforts at disguise, he didn't realize he couldn't be who he was just yet.
This kind of care for a lover is not limited to boys versus girls, it's just one person's heartfelt care for another person...and it seems that this will need to be taught to him for a long time to come.
Despite Type's words, his mood was instantly cured and nothing more was said as the salmon entered, Tharn tending him silently from the sidelines, turning back to order the waiter to refill his water.
"You try some too!" As soon as he saw that Tharn didn't seem to move his chopsticks much, Type's favorite food was pushed to his side.
"I'm waiting for my soy sauce salmon head soup."
"You're going to starve if you wait till later, you haven't eaten since last night. Here, eat."
The salmon was fed directly into Tharn's mouth, and at first Tharn thought Type had done so on impulse until the two men were eye to eye.
The hand holding the fork hadn't even dropped when the two men looked deeply at each other like that.
"I'm not just a girl waiting for you to coax her! What I said just now....I'm sorry!"
Type's words left Tharn, who was chewing salmon meat in his mouth, stunned, and although he really didn't like the taste of salmon, he couldn't stop himself from repeating the chewing motion over and over.
He's changed, he must have changed.
People like Type show another side of cuteness, and even fish they don't like can be eaten sweet.
No matter how good the salmon sashimi is, Tharn still can't stand the weird taste of it. Every time they helped their boyfriend eat every single thing left over from his meal, it was like eating a meal for ten, even though they only ordered two servings.
Type was too full to move, and the fish made him too tired to speak.
Who knows exactly how much oil was in it.
"Ai’Tharn, I'm waiting here for you!"
Type stopped in his tracks and asked the man who had taken him to dinner today to bring him the car and take him to more shopping.
"Come along."
Tharn grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go, and Type, knowing he would certainly not let go so easily, yelled, "Let go of me."
"If I let go of you, will you come with? It's not like I'm alone in this." Tharn took Type's hand tightly and said in a serious tone.
"Fine, fine, its fine if you want me to come along, but you can't say it like you did last time."
"Last time? What did I say? Last time it was the staff member herself who misunderstood, and this time if she said so, it will the right sort of understanding."
"......."
This time, Type's eyes were a little hesitant, if he did agree to follow Tharn to buy the sheets....
Yes, today they were going to buy sheets for the bed for their new apartment together, just imagine, the last time they went to buy sheets for a single bed there was a misunderstanding like that, this time it was actually for a double bed," Type silently took a step back, taking action to tell the others that it wasn't his bed, he was just accompanying his friend to buy it. Surprisingly, he was lying in that bed this morning.
"Like this one?" Tharn asked as he turned back.
"It's all the same, I can sleep on anything." Type whispered, and his words made the guide aunt next to him look up and say.
"They are not the same ah, dear customer, the sheets may look the same, but their fabric is not the same, if you don't believe me, come and touch it." Tharn almost burst out laughing at the sight of Type as he tried so hard to get away from the area where the sheets were sold, only to be pulled over to look.
"Come and see, we're going to sleep together anyway."
"Ai’Hiaa Tharn!"
"Oh! We're roommates in the same rental apartment, where did I go wrong?" Even though Type's face was already with a grim look, it was still Tharn's reluctance to admit his mistake that made him sneak a glance at Type, who still wasn't ready to go public with the relationship between the two of them.
"Oh, you guys live together don't you?"
"Yes, we came to pick the sheets."
Type's eyes began to evade, but when he saw that Tharn was still smiling and chatting with his guide aunt, he turned picking up the sheets from time to time.
"If it's a pattern for boys you are looking for, this one is recommended, it is less likely to get dirty. You boys are more likely to stain the sheets when you live together than the girls, and if the aunt who likes this shade recommended it, it won't look very noticeable when it's soiled and turned over."
Tharn really nearly burst out laughing at the sight of the man who "soiled the sheets" so often that his face went red, looking angry, not ashamed.
"I think you'd better go to the bookstore and wait for me."
RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Just as the words fell, Tharn's phone rang, he picked it up and looked at it, saw the name on the caller ID and immediately turned to Type and said
"You pick the sheets, I'll take the call first."
"Brother San." Type glanced at Tharn and resignedly went to pick out the sheets, the guide still watching him, but his mind had long since drifted to the phone.
[Why are you hiding from me? Yesterday, you stood me up!
"No. Isn't Brother San who met with Thorn?"
[But you know I'd like to meet you too, don't you?]
Tharn froze for a moment, he knew Brother San well enough to know he wasn't kidding him. He said with a smile.
"Brother San, what can I do for you?"
[Yes, do you want anything?]
The question made Tharn stifle a shake of his head and reply:
"No, don't bother, really." As soon as he heard the question, Tharn immediately knew why the other party was asking.
[Are you sure you don't want it? You know I don't like to pick gifts blindly, so go ahead, and tell me what do you want?]
Tharn once again turned back to Type who was picking out the sheets, what he really wanted was now available, something the person on the other end of the phone couldn't give him.
"No need really."
[Eh, well, don't blame me if you end up hating the gift!]
The man on the other end of the phone said so, and for the moment Tharn's eyes rested on the other man's.
The ex-boyfriend remembered his birthday. What about the current boyfriend? Probably don't know what day it is yet!
Tharn ~ Type
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