Tharntype The Series, Chapter 41: The Man Who Wants to Be Badass

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 41: The Man Who Wants to Be Badass

"What are you going to drag me along for?"

"Just saw that you had nothing to do."

"Ai’Sat, you saw me lying down playing the game was that not something?"

"Okay, I'll buy you a drink later."

Now, two guys with different styles were getting out of a brand new luxury car and arguing their way from the parking lot to the restaurant in the middle of the bar, because Thiwat had just realized that he had been lied to.

'Come with me to find an ex.'

''That senior?''

'The one you know.'

That's all, the little southern guy who was lying around playing a game waiting to watch a ball game suddenly jumped up, changed his clothes, turned to look at him with displeasure, and just said 'Let’s go'. It seemed that Tharn had turned the car towards a familiar restaurant and saw it clearly.

"Oh, Ai’Tharn, here it comes, then he's... going to die, turns out to be cold little handsome!!!!"

The restaurant owner, no, the restaurant was almost full, busy and indeed the wife of a restaurant owner he knew, not San, but Jeed.

He tricked me into coming here!

The thinking man glanced at his boyfriend, a little annoyed, and elbowed him, but Tharn turned to avoid it, and laughed with glee.

"You didn't ask which senior it was either."

"Ow, don't you know you were coming to Sis' shop?"

The woman poked her head out and asked curiously, making the jar of vinegar man clenched his teeth, and look up at the shameless boyfriend who had cheated on him.

"Ugh, he didn't say a word to me about coming here."

"Ooh, that hurts my feeling when I hear you say it, is there such a thing as not wanting to come to Sis' bar."

Jeed made a playful appearance, Type thought if customers not only like the atmosphere, the taste of the food, beautiful music, but also liking the boss's wife is not a strange thing, you see Sis she is so lively and cute, so much so that even Type accidentally softened up incredibly.

"No! Ah, Sister Jeed, wanted to come too, it's been a long time." That second Type understood what a professional fake smile meant.

Type's smile instantly delighted the woman, then turned her head to her favorite musician.

"That said, how can the two come together this time?" He sounded more cautious than ever, and glanced at Type's face, who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Sister Jeed seems a bit out of touch with Tharn, but why is that?

"Why can't we both come together?" Type asked back rhetorically, which made the well-built and beautiful woman in the flirty suit a little embarrassed, and looked up at Tharn again.

"It's because you broke my heart last time and came here to drink and cheer."

"Ha!" Thiwat frowned and turned back to look at Tharn unbelievably, and thought back to when he had broken his heart.

It wasn't that he couldn't remember, it was that the number of times it had wounded him was so many that he couldn't remember which time it had actually wounded him.

I'm really badass, phew.

"But is it everything good that the face is better this time?"

Sister Jeed asked with a narrow smile, not knowing whether to worry for her younger brother or gossip, which also made Type only reluctantly smile, turning her head to look at the person whose face was well and then had a kind of unspeakable dislike.

Since that day Thiwat unintentionally showed jealousy to the point of disguising as a murderer to end someone, Tharn was in a good mood and couldn't stop humming the song all day long, noticing that the person who like to refute the relationship status now can't say a word and can only raise the middle finger.

"What's wrong with you? Smiling while rubbing the drumsticks."

"Oh, I'm only yours."

This answer made Thiwat really want to turn back the clock and erase his memory. Really like the phrase 'My man', if he called him 'My husband' last time, his soul would have flown to heaven.

The thinking man bit his mouth, at which point Tharn also smiled shallowly:

"We are friend, sis."

Liar.

The one who listened cursed in his hearts as soon as he heard the answer. Because his mouth was talking about being friends, but the charming fluttering smile that made you want to poke his eyes out like it was implying that it wasn't just friend,  but extremely so, but making him have to say the word also made Type froze.

Friend...Tharn says we've been friends twice.

He probably felt bad twice as much as being thought of as a friend at best.

 Snap

So the man who had never thought of an open relationship and wanted to keep it a secret for life raised his hand to the handsome drummer's neck, went over and pressed himself against him, and remembered what Brother San had said to him a few days ago.

Consider how Tharn feels about this.

Anyway, Sister Jeed doesn't know my man.

The southern boy showed a big smile and winked his eyes in thought, and also raised another eyebrow at the pretty woman.

The beautiful sight almost made Sister Jeed rush up and shake his arm to ask what was going on, so much so that Type said in a sly tone:

"Friends yes..." Type looked up at Tharn, licked his lips again as if to swallow him whole, then continued:

"... But a friend who is more than a friend."

"Really!" Those who were listening exclaimed with excitement, at which point Tharn froze.

He guessed he wouldn't have expected Type to say the same.

"Nong Tharn looks surprised." Sister Jeed guessed that she saw it too, as she joked with joy, making the person who was so wrapped around his neck that he bowed down a little raise his hand and touched his face, as if he hadn't come back to reality yet, so much so that Type also raised the corners of his mouth and smiled:

"What's so strange, I just want to tell people that you're mine once in a while." After saying that, he raised his eyebrows again, with a look of indebtedness towards the man who was still stroking his face, and despite the fact that he was doing what he had been refusing all along, he felt inwardly at a loss for words.

Just seeing the smile of the person next to him slowly widen, Type felt that the dead knot in his heart seemed to be unraveling little by little.

Ai’Tharn is gradually becoming important to me.

"If we weren't at the bar." Tharn whispered in her ear, and Sister Jeed came over and whispered:

"The bathroom at the back of the store is free."

"That's an exaggeration, sis!" Startled, Type immediately pushed away from the man he was wrapping his arms around his neck and turned to look at the woman who was full of joy and laughing and making big jokes.

"Just kidding... say, so happy, does Mr. Tharn still have the heart to talk business?"

Type furrowed his brow, and Mr. Tharn, too, seemed to know he'd be questioningly puzzled:

"Actually, I came to talk to Brother Kong about playing in the bar today, so I wanted you to come along."

"Come on, come on." The boss lady snickered again, and Type didn't care, as he turned his head to look at his boyfriend with wide eyes and said:

"New band."

"Well, come talk to Brother first and see what day it's convenient for him to have me audition for him."

"Actually, you can just call to talk, however, you do understand that Brother Kong doesn't like to talk about important things over the phone, come and go, he's in the back office, want to take Nong Type with you?" Thiwat immediately shook his head no, for even to let him go in a thing he was uninformed, and besides, he did not know the so-called Kong brother at all, and it seemed that Tharn did not make any forced demands.

"Then you find a table to sit at and wait while I come back later." He said so, then said goodbye to Sister Jeed and headed for the back of the store, and Type watched until his figure disappeared, then broke into a smile.

Just the thought of my Tharn being so good can't help but be proud.

"Hee hee, smiling so sweetly, I'm so relieved to see such a smile, you know last time Tharn said there was no hope, I still feel sorry for him, but I'm also happy for you guys to have such a good ending, ah, but I won't buy you drinks to celebrate." The pretty woman said humorously, making Type turn back and look at her and couldn't help but ask, "Sis, did he say that?"

"Ugh, he looked awful."

That answer made the person who had hurt the other person feel a lingering ache in their heart.

Don't worry about old things, I'm not hurting him at all now.

The grumpy man thought, then hurried to change the subject.

"That said, Sister Jeed, do you still want to come and make an appointment to play for him? Isn't he allowed to come right back and play?"

Didn't you say Tharn was pretty good?

The other party roughly guessed what he was puzzled about, and explained:

"We actually wanted him to play, but we only knew Tharn and Lhong as the lead singers, but we didn't know the new members of the band, and it's not like if there's a good guy in the group, the others can keep up with his tempo, so we had to make an appointment to let them play first to see if they would work together. Then they can come back afterwards and decide what day to come and time to play, but Brother Kong was already more comfortable with Tharn and shouldn't have had a hard time getting through, plus, watching Tharn talk about work so seriously makes it hard to believe he's still just a freshman."

Why do I smile when I hear people praising Tharn?

"Wait, the table outside seems to be full, Type can you sit inside?" Thinking he had to pull back to the boss lady who had looked at him around, and Type quickly turned his head to glance at the soon-to-be-full inside bar, but nodded back anyway:

"Sit wherever you want, Sister Jeed, Ai’Tharn pays for it anyway."

After saying that, he slyly laughed, making even those who listened laugh out loud:

"Pretty badass."

If it's not bad, I can't catch Tharn.

No doubt, just thinking about it, but not saying it.

It's all bad anyway, so let's be good and bad for once.

He is not charmingly overdone.

When he came out and asked Jeed where the people who came with him were, Tharn had just finished chatting with the bar's alumni senior, and then had just entered the entertainment area, when he frowned tightly, although the area was dim and only cast strange lights that added to the drinking atmosphere, his eyes could still instantly find where Type was.

The man who was sitting on the bar stool had a glass of wine in his hand, but beside him... two girls were talking to him.

No doubt Tharn wasn't satisfied, he knew Type still liked girls, so both legs didn't hesitate to step over to him, and Type turned around first to see him.

"You finished talking?" He asked over the sound of heavy metal music, and Tharn nodded at the two pretty girls in short skirts who had turned to look at him with interest, so much so that he had to grimace greeting, albeit... with deep resentment.

Dissatisfied that Type also knew who he was with, but made a face of being intimate with the others.

"This is Sister Ten and Sister Gae." And introduced him to them, but at a glance it was obvious that it was only just now, they had just flirted with each other.

"Hello, Brother Tharn."

"You know me?" Surprisingly the two girls still knew him, so much so that Type burst out laughing in his throat and then craned his neck to whisper in his ear.

"They're your fan group and said they'd seen you play at the bar before and just happened to see me coming with you so they hit it off with me." Hearing that, Tharn was a little relieved, but the relief was really just a little bit, because the people who had come along were smiling at the two pretty girls.

Tharn tells himself this look he never saw.

He had never seen Type flirt with a girl and didn't want to.

"Hello." Despite his dissatisfaction, he also gave a handsome smile professionally, knowing full well that he was on his way to the store to play a gig, and that it would be easier to get a chance to come back to the store to fix the gig if someone came after him.

 "Remember me, I used to send beer to the stage." The girl named Ten walked over and stood aside as she spoke, and Tharn understood what it meant.

The girl was beautiful and would have responded if he was straight, but he wasn't, his lips still lifted in a charming smile.

"If I say I can't remember, sis, will you be angry with me?" Tharn said truthfully, but didn't let the other side get the slightest bit upset by his off-the-cuff remarks.

"Save it for another time, I promise I'll remember someone so beautiful next time." The sister laughed with joy, raised her glass to her face as if she were having a good time, and then said in a joking tone.

"I've heard that musicians are mostly philanderers, and that's probably true."

"No, I'm speaking from the heart."

Although he didn't want to play along with her, he had to be polite and go along with the flow, and also looked up at the person beside him who was still smiling happily, extremely happy surrounded by thick eyelashes also clearly reflected the amusement, and he also put his feet on the bar chair and turned his head like a charming boy chatting with the girl.

 Bang

This look caused Tharn to bump his leg lightly with his knee as well, and the man who was bumped leaned over a little, and then...he smiled provocatively.

"Does Sis Gae come here often?" After that, it's back to talking.

"Not often, mostly for him, what about you?"

"Not too often, actually I was a good kid, reading around the house, doing homework, not much for hanging out." Tharn's eyebrows were about to twist into a bow, and it was almost as if Type was still a well-behaved kid and a badass ready to cheat.

Shouldn't have brought him here.

Tharn smirked.

"Hey, can Sis believe it?"

"Gae, believe it or not, I was born to be a real good boy."

Pretentious

Tharn counted from one to ten in his mind, not wanting to believe that he'd call himself good boy to anyone other than his parents (Thais only call themselves by their first names when they're close to the other person), and struggled to squeeze out a smile when another sister came to chat.

"Then there's no need to wait for next time, is it okay to let my sister treat me this time? It's been a long time since I've seen you handsome drummer." Sister Ten said, and Tharn smiled, but politely declined.

"Better save it for another time."

"Wow, I have been rejected." The sister turned her head to look at her friend and said, and moved her mouth to gesture for him to be petulant, although Tharn didn't want to do that at all, but he also smiled charmingly like Type had said before.

Smiling not like he usually does.

"Who turned it down, isn't this just looking for an opportunity for Sis to come see me next time." No doubt this made the other person smile with heartfelt satisfaction, no longer dwelling on the drink offer, but turning again to find new topics to talk about.

"Is it true?! You guys are still freshmen, I thought you were juniors and seniors."

"Oooh, is that saying I'm old?" The other side was still flirting with more than that at this point.

"Nah, I just wanted to say that Type gives off a tough guy vibe....ah, and handsome." At the last word, the sister looked up and giggled, and Thiwat seemed to get on board with it, then asked with a thumbs up to Tharn.

"So who's better looking than Tharn and I?"

"That's a hard question to answer, but hey, I'll pick you tonight."

"Heh, I think it's Tharn." Type turned and raised his eyebrows as if he wanted to win, though Tharn didn't find the competition teasing at all.

Tharn admits to wanting to know how Type got along with the girls, but Tharn also admits to being super unwilling to see it.

"But I'll give Tharn a hundred points for that." Sister Ten interjected eccentrically, but the person who always had a good score wasn't happy, and could only reluctantly smile, and gently bumped the person next to him with his knee, hoping that he would get the sign, so would Type have... no doubt, the answer was no, as Type was turning his head to raise an evil smile, and then.....

I counted from 1 to 100, Ai’Type!

Now the southern lad was talking to the pretty girl's back, lowering his head so that others cannot hear to say something, which makes the girl's eyes wide open turned to look at him, and then full of joy, smiled, raised her hand pounded his chest, but still raised the phone, after which Tharn two ears clearly heard.

"Sis isn't frivolous, but it's not hard to get, try a little harder oh little handsome." After giving the number, she raised her hand twice as if she'd had her fun, then turned her head to pull her friend who was still talking to Tharn.

"See you next time oh, and hopefully next time you would be willing to let me buy a drink." Ten said that, then followed his friend away, and the drummer smiled and waved the two old customers off, until they disappeared into the crowd, and he immediately turned to look at Thiwat who was smiling with satisfaction at the number.

 Snap

"Ai’Type!" asked Tharn immediately, coming to grip the other's shoulder, a disgruntled voice squeezing out of his teeth, causing the southern lad to turn around and raise his eyebrows in a grumbling manner.

"Say?"

"Don't you piss me off, what did you just talk about!" The drummer said sharply, squeezing the hand on his shoulder even tighter, the previously glamorous eyes replaced by jealousy, which made Type shrug his shoulders and say.

"It's nothing."

"Ai’Type!"

"Huh," he chuckled in his throat, then leaned down and whispered.

"Now that I've been chosen, should we let the night end at just talking... I told her so."

Bastrd!

Tharn cursed in his heart, looking at the other man with such seriousness in his eyes that the man who had just smugly smiled curtailed his smile a little, then sighed heavily.

"No need for you to get mad, I'm just joking with her."

"But I don't see where you look like you're joking, she's got all her phone numbers!"

Tharn said in a heavy voice, and the man who had just asked for the number lifted his cell phone almost to Tharn's face and said.

"Where's the number, I was just pretending to click... its unseen in the dim light, I still have to press!" The hybrid boy immediately looked down at the nothing screen until he saw that Type hadn't really saved the number just now, before lifting his head to meet the eyes that mirrored the light.

"I'm telling you, those two are so heavy on make-up that I wanted to laugh, they're the kind of pretty in the dim, in the bar, that you'll regret when you get into bed with and the makeup is off." It made Tharn's brow tighten as the mouthpiece said this, still not quite understanding why he was flirting with people if he didn't like them, and with his husband standing by alive.

A dumbfounded look made Type lean over and whisper.

"Make you jealous of me once.... so as to get even."

The person who listened only froze, looked at the person who whispered a laughter in his ear, and understood.

He just wasn't convinced that Tharn had planted himself in Brother San's game the last time, so he came to be pawned off a bit.

The thought made Tharn clench his teeth and look at the man who didn't know he was playing with fire, but now he was still unaware of it and looked around him, then said cheerfully.

"I'm a charmer, too."

He'd been attractive a long time ago, only he was unaware of it and unlucky enough to have fallen to Type's belly before anyone he'd dated in his freshman year.

 Snap

"Hold your thoughts." It was so unsettling that he was left alone that he had to clutch his shoulder and shout for the check, at which point the man beside him also complained of pity, though he probably still grinned happily that Tharn had been caught as he wished.

So instead of leading him to the car, Tharn grabbed the southern boy's arm with his big hand and dragged him into the back bathroom.

"Ai’Tharn, I don't find it funny at all!"

"But I was just having fun." Type began to grit his teeth in anger, but the person listening didn't care and just pushed the person who was lifting his feet to stomp into the bathroom.

"Ai’Tharn, xsshole, if it's here, I'm going to let you die!"

"Yeah, I'd like to try it, but I'm dying to do it with you now." Tharn also lifted the corners of his mouth and laughed as Type tried to tease the sisters.

The heart is too good, and forgetting he can be bad.

"Ai’Tharn," he called with a twinkle in his eye, and Tharn sneered:

"Do you want to wait for someone else to see you and I like this, or are you willing to go in the bathroom meekly?" The mixed-race guy said dominantly, and didn't care who would see, so much so that the attention-seeker clenched his teeth and ended up with them squeezing together into the cramped bathroom cubicle.

"If you want to prove the charm, prove it with me." Tharn spoke while shrinking his head into Type's neck, and Type strangled his head with a frown.

"Don't overdo it."

"Is it fun to tease me? Is it funny to watch me get jealous? Was it fun to see me trying to yank a girl off of you!" Tharn rubbed his head hard and asked with a stern look up, making the person who had pissed him off just laugh badly.

"Very fun." Then he replied without mercy, so much so that Tharn probably understood that even though their relationship had improved, he still couldn't make Type submit wholly.

Type was ready to break free from his grasp and escape.

This thought of his metastasized when the shouting man took the initiative to lift his arms up and wrap them around this man's neck before he murmured in his ear.

"Funny in seeing you jealous, because knowing tonight...it's definitely going to get hard." Type doesn't just talk emptily, but bites at the other's earlobes to the point that the person listening has to stand mute.

Did he just make him jealous in order to take it out on him and vent his anger to him in bed...?

"And then I'll tell you oh, no matter how many girls chase you and scream at you..." Type still snuggled up to Tharn's ear as if to awaken desire, then just licked his earlobe until it made the sweat stand up.

"... but if you even mentally cheat on me...the more I will cheat on you physically beyond your imagination... I still have a knack for sleeping with girls."

 Cough

Tharn struggled to sum up what all that meant with an alcohol-enchanted brain, and he only understood that Type was implying that he was forbidden from hooking up, as the man who had once slept crouched on his chest proved: Excuse me, I'm still a guy who can hook up with girls.

He is being jealous to show he swearing sovereignty.......yikes.

 Snap

"Oh...Ai’... Ty... pe... you!"

But in a fit of glee, the heavy knee instead hit the vital part of his crotch, and Tharn even bent over the toilet in pain, unable to speak, only to look up at the man who had lowered his head to block out the light from the ceiling, looking at him like an evil spirit for a second.

"I can still sleep with girls, but I don't know if you can still sleep with me now." Type said with a grin, then pulled the collar of the person who was hurting and said.

"Don't think that just because I'm willing to be with you, willing to tell people that we are together, that I'm going to go along with everything you do, remember..." he paused, then his voice was low.

"Thiwat is worse than you think."

With that said, he walked out of the bathroom, but thankfully helped Tharn close the door, shouted that he was going to wait in the car again, and let the man whose balls were about to break continue to sit and relieve the pain, and he barely understood the other man's words.

If he makes Type jealous, Type will make him jealous even more, and he will prepare to physically cheat on him to make him more miserable, and if he is going to be bad person to Type, Type will be even worse to him.

The temperament of a capricious person who is unwilling to admit defeat.

But Tharn Ah seemed crazily obsessed with Type being bad and couldn't help himself.

If it's this bad...  it's very nice.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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