Tharntype The Series, Chapter 49: Come back.

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 49: Come back.

       ...I didn't mean to break up with you! ...  If it had been a year ago, Tharn would have jumped with joy at hearing this, so happy that he pulled the other person over for a tight hug, stroked his head, and forgave the boy for what he had done, but now, not a year ago, but today, now that there was another person in his life, he looked at the boy across the room with sad eyes.

      "What made you think to come and tell me today."

      Not why say it now, but why choose to say it today.

      The question caused the man who said he didn't want to break up to lower his head and clench his drink glass in both hands, causing the tall figure in front of him to only look on quietly and say to himself with certainty that he wasn't going to go soft and just want to really put an end to everything.

"Ugh," the opposite boy's shoulders shook, so Tharn let out a long sigh.

Finally, the one who had insisted on going back sat down again.

Two Eyes just looked at the way his ex was sobbing with his head down, and even though inwardly he told himself he should turn his back to Tar, he instead couldn't help but reach out and stroke the other's head.

"Tar... don't cry."

The gentle touch made the boy raise his head and look at him with a hopeful look in his eyes, the look that made Tharn realize what had to be withdrawn was his hand, but... instead his mind remembered the soft hair, the touch that made his chest feel like it was burning.

Tharn grimaced at himself for generating that feeling.

"Brother Tharn, I... didn't want to break up with you, didn't want to break up, didn't think about breaking up." Tar said in a trembling voice, reaching over and trying to grab Tharn's other hand that had been placed on the table, but Tharn coolly withdrew his hand to make it clear that he didn't want physical contact with him.

   Not out of disgust, but Tharn's fear of his heart wavering.

   Tar is someone he once loved, and still cared for the most.

  He remembered the way Tar had confided in him, and though shy, the way Tar had looked at him was the kind of look he wouldn't fall in love with.

 That was the second he knew Tar liked him, until the man made him feel how disappointed he was in love, and that overnight sex felt like something blossomed in his heart, and then he felt like falling into the river of love this boy had worked so hard to create, until he decided to accept it.

It was true that Tar liked him first, but it didn't make Tharn feel that Tar was fixed on him, on the contrary, Tar's innocence, loveliness and innocence made his love for Tar deepen by the day, and the effort Tar made for him made him want to give Tar the same in return, feeling for himself that he loved Tar no less than the day Tar confessed to him.

 Tar may be the only one Tharn wants to plan the future together, and yet... he crumbles down again with just one sentence.

 Break up.

 So Tar is the person Tharn both loves and fears the most.

When the person he once loved so much came back, he didn't know whether to show disgust or forbid something else in his heart, because even if he forced himself to act like it didn't matter, it still hurt inside.

"Then why did you want to break up with me?"

 For Tharn, it was just a doubt.

The question caused the other to bite his lip until it went white, then shook his head vigorously.

"I... I can't tell you, but I am sorry Brother Tharn."

"Why ah Tar, just say it's hard to say it, or that I did something wrong, so bad that you wanted to break up with me." His reluctance to answer the question caused Tharn to continue asking in a heavier tone, staring into the other man's moist and increasingly angry eyes with a sincere look.

 "I... really can't say, but I want you to forgive me... can you? Well." The boy raised his head to make eye contact and said in a begrudging tone, as if knowing he would compromise, Tharn turned his face away and ducked, breathing deeply in an effort to suppress the many emotions that kept pouring in.

"And if I say no..." he couldn't go soft on the man who had hurt him anymore.

"Then I'll keep apologizing until you forgive me."

 Tharn wasn't silenced by the troubling words, but rather the eyes...the eyes that turned to look straight at him, making him see the images from when he had pressed the boy in the past.

 Tar looked at him with the same eyes he had a year ago...love.

"Tar, why are you doing this?" So Tharn asked in a helpless voice, a look of worry clearly visible on his keen face, and at the sight of such a look, an inexpressible anxiety rose in his heart.

The question caused the boy to breathe deeply, then suddenly come over and grab his hand, making it too late for Tharn to draw out, and then Tar tightened his grip again, forcing Tharn to turn his head to make eye contact with him again.

The same eyes, and the words that came out...

"Can we come back and date again?"

"Tar..."

The question caused Tharn to do nothing but shout it out as if the last thing he wanted was to hear it.

It was the question that had scared him the most since meeting Tar, as if it was a test of his decision to give the other man a chance, at which point Tar still had a firm grip on his hand, and then asked hopefully.

"Okay, is it okay for us to come back and date again, I love you ah, no matter how much I loved you before, it's the same now, okay, give me a chance to change, okay?"

"Tar, I can't..."

"Just don't turn me down for a second, okay, at least... at least give me a chance to make amends, okay?" Before Tharn had a chance to refuse, the other man instead tried to grab his hand, holding it firmly, asking with one last hope, still looking like he was about to cry, until the man who was watching gritted his teeth and turned his face to the side to escape.

  "Brother Tharn, you look at me, look at me, look into my eyes..." the other party was still pleading to evoke sympathy, and the one listening was growing impatient.

 Ding dong

Just as the atmosphere stiffened, the phone in his trouser pocket rang, causing Tharn to be stunned and rush to pick it up, as if it was a chance to save his life, before his body stiffened again.

Ai’Type.

The person who called him, was the current boyfriend, so much so that Tharn felt as if he was making a serious mistake, so...

"Sorry Tar, I'm going back." The tall figure then gathered all the food and stood up without any regard for manners, so without looking back at his ex, he hurried out of the store, just holding the hand of the phone tightly until it turned white, as if telling him with its voice and vibration that...Tharn this person has the most important person.

No, I won't make you sad, Ai’Type, never.

Tharn thought so much in his heart, not realizing who would see the whole thing when he met today.

''It's early in the day for me to disperse, do you want anything to eat, I'll stop by the market later and go back. '

'No... It’s okay, you've trained hard, it's okay to go back first, I'll go buy it myself later.'

'Well, then buy a loaf of bread and come back, I'll have it for breakfast.'

'Want some rare rice, the one in the market where you said it was delicious.'

'Hmmm, good.'

  I'm not acting suspicious or anything is it?

 It was one of the hundreds of times, Tharn had tried to ask himself, feeling both worried, uncomfortable and embarrassed when thinking about the conversation he'd had with his ex about twenty minutes ago, as if afraid that Type would know he'd gone to meet with him.

On the one hand, Tharn wanted to talk to Type, but he didn't want to upset Type, didn't want him to think too much, didn't want him to worry, and made sure to tell himself that this was the last time he'd ever talk to Tar.

The ex was in the past and he had to get things really over with.

There's also the matter of San's brother who's just passed, and the matter of another ex-boyfriend suddenly reappears, this time it should be more than just a pillow for his face, and possibly a chokehold to kill him, or else he'll go straight for Tar, and the man in the middle is scared to death when he sees the scene of Type and Tar fighting head-on.

 He's going to stop the boyfriend from becoming killer or something.

Of course, Tharn the man could be one of the corpses, so the drummer tried to take matters into his own hands and keep Type out of it.

His behavior was horrible, and the most horrible thing was that sentence... Break up.

If heard that word again, he was really going to lose his mind.

"Ugh, it's hot... hey, you're back."

Just as he was thinking about the pleasantries, the door to the room opened, making the man with something to lean on his back turn around and look nervously, thus seeing the man who was shaking his school uniform and throwing his bag to the other side, rudely taking off his shoes and walking to where the air conditioner was radiating down, raising his head to feel the wind.

"Pretty damned good to get a ride back to the front of the dorm with a friend." The southern boy grumbled incessantly while taking off his school uniform until only a white vest remained.

"Are you hungry? I'm back from buying food." Tharn said with concern.

"Hungry, wait oh, I'll take a shower first...Ai’Tharn, you bought it back to feed the whole camp!" Type turned his head to look at the dining room table, then he squealed, took it in stride, unpacked what was on the table, and discovered that it wasn't just two men's meals, Tharn had bought five or six kinds of food, plus each... fried sea bass with fish sauce, herbal mussels, fish fillets, spicy seafood salad, and sour vegetable shrimp soup, not counting dessert, not just the one thin rice he'd bought.

Coconut milk dumplings, tortoise cream and taro soft pastries.

"Whose birthday is this, hey, my birthday is on April 2nd!" Type shouted, turning his head to look at him as if to say you're crazy again, making the person who had returned from the purchase laugh, then walked over to hug.

"Ai’Shiaa! I'm hot, don't hug me." The southern boy then ducked out of the way, being covered in sweat, and turned his head to stare at the way he wanted to know the answer, leaving the man who seemed to be doing something wrong, still holding the same tall body, to rest his face on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

I'm sorry that my control wavered because of the 'come back and get involved again' line.

Tharn gritted his teeth and held on even tighter, as if building stability for his mind.

"What's the matter with you, buying so much and saying you're sorry, then buy less in the future, just enough to eat?!" Type then scolded him, and pushed his head gently, just not with enough force to knock it off his shoulders, so Tharn clung to his waist again, smelling of real man, nothing to do with perfume.

It didn't smell as refreshing as Tar's, but it soothed his mood and he had to hold on tight.

"Um, sorry."

"What's wrong with you, say you're sorry properly, did you sneak up on me and do something bad behind my back?" Type kept cursing, but almost startled the man who had just gone to meet up with his ex and was still clinging to the athlete's body.

"No, I just feel like lately... I've been rehearsing music almost every day and haven't had time to eat with you, and today I was free and you finished early, so I bought a lot today... I'm sorry I didn't have time for you."

"Ugh."

The words caused the insensitive man to sigh deeply, reach out and smack him heavily on the head, then turn around and hug back in lieu of answering, and pat his shoulder hard.

"You think too much, think less like a man, I'm not that stupid, I understand that you have to be busy with the band performance and I have to be busy with practice myself, if it's wrong that you don't have time then you can just as well scold me for not caring about you... or do you say sorry just to beat around the bush to find an excuse to scold me?" At this moment, the person who had just thought about it pushed his head out with all his might and turned around to look at him provocatively, so the person who knew  he was guilt raised his hand and scratched his head, lowering his head slightly to hide his uncertain eyes.

He knew that in later days Type was trying to change himself, that the man who once hated and loathed homosexuality was struggling to understand everything about him, and though his mouth was stinky and quick, Tharn felt that Type cared for himself in the latter days.

Feeling that his love is being reciprocated by love makes Tharn try even harder to reject the other person.

"I didn't mean to scold you, then decided what you want to eat." Rush to change the boyfriend.

"Eat! How can you not eat it when you've bought it all back, just take some later and put it in the fridge, pick two or three and it's enough?" Type said while walking into the shower, causing Tharn to walk over and hug him from behind and grunt.

"I really love you."

"Bastrd! Don't say so often, it's not unusual that you have to wait before you start acting sweet!" Type was surprised and hurriedly pushed away the hands clasped around his waist and opened his mouth to argue, turning his face to the other side, but how could Tharn not see it... Type was all red in the face to see it clearly.

So he went into the bathroom, as if he was angry at the moment, and the drummer knew he was probably shy.

"Cute... you're so cute." In the end it was all about talking to yourself, with what should have been a nervous face, incredibly lighthearted due to the disguised smile that had started after meeting someone, feeling wrong and even rolling around in your stomach as if you had done something inappropriate.

He already had Type, so he also had an answer for Tar, if the kid needed one.

 Ding dong

Too late to think, the phone rang, causing Tharn to be startled and hastily pick up the phone, when he saw who it was, he had to hastily look at the bathroom door, so he quickly walked to the balcony, Yu Guang was still looking in the direction of the door, before pressing the answer button.

"Tar, don't you ever do that again, it won't change anything." Tharn said sternly, but in a lighter voice than usual, afraid the other person in the room would hear, and the end of the phone answered with a trembling voice.

'Don't you push me away, I was really wrong.'

 The words made Tharn grip his phone tightly, stare at the bathroom door, and then take a deep breath.

"Tar, I have something to tell you."

 'What is it?'

  Tharn breathed deeply again, then said in a calm tone that even he couldn't believe himself.

"I've got a new guy."

 '...'

 

The end of the call was quiet for a moment this time, and he was immersed in Tharn's feelings for a long time.

"Tar, if you still love me, let's get this over with." Tharn said again, and that should bring back some sanity on the other end of the phone.

'Break up ...'

"What?" Tharn asked uncertainly, while the other said in an innocent voice.

'Anyway, you're going to break up with him, you're not going to be with your date, no way.'

"Tar, why do you say that, Tar!"

'Toot toot.'

 No matter how much Tharn shouted over the phone, the other person had already hung up, so much so that the person who had heard the breakup clenched his fists, angry to the point of fire in his eyes, and tried to get through to the other person, only to find that Tar had turned off the phone, and at this point there was a worry in his heart, an inexplicable worry about what Tar called 'the breakup'.

Tar definitely wanted to do something about it.

"Hey, Ai’Tharn, what are you yelling about, so loud?"

Surprised!

Then, the person who was only wrapped in a bath towel opened the door of the room and came out, puzzled, causing the person who was only looking at his cell phone to drop it in surprise and turn around to look at him in a panic, so Type frowned.

"What's wrong with you, talking to someone?" He asked, causing Tharn to shake his head slowly, wanting to tell the truth on the one hand, but the thought of Tar saying the word 'break up' made the mouth go to the other.

"Ah... it's Lhong, I argued with Lhong a bit, then again, how did you wash so quickly."

"Where soon, not yet have to wash, soap is out, I told you, bought it back and put it in the bathroom, where did you take it to put ah." Upon hearing the familiar name, Type nodded in acceptance and spoke in an impatient voice while grabbing a bath towel and walking off to find the soap he'd bought the day before, but no one continued to pick up the conversation.

So he went into the bathroom again and let go of the man who was standing on the balcony clinging to the railing, his body so stiff that he didn't dare to bend down to pick up his phone because he was anxious in his heart.

Tar must be trying to do something!

"Tharn, I'm tired."

"Well, later I'll pour out the meal and set it up, and eat it here or in front of the TV."

"In front of the TV."

After walking out of the bathroom, all Type had to do was stretch his legs and lie down on the couch, then speak in a lonely voice that made the man who was reading turn his head to look, and then he cheered up as Tharn put down his book and walked into the kitchen to set the meal in order, and when he called, Type answered without hesitation.

It didn't take long for the store's delicious meal to be served and set on a table in front of the TV, like Type was the good guy, too, from lying down, eyes blurry and not wanting to move.

And when Tharn took the bowl and set it up.

"I'm thirsty."

At this point Tharn turned and locked eyes with him, causing the football player to continue.

"My feet are sore and I've been running all day today and don't want to get up." When he said that, the kindly object stood up nicely and went to get water and two glasses to put on the table, while Type opened his mouth again and continued...

"I..."

"You have sore hands and no strength to hold a spoon, let me feed you." Tharn then interjected, making the man who was about to say that laugh, and stretched out on the couch to not give Tharn a seat, so he had to run away and sit on the floor with his back against the couch.

"Now I really know my heart." One said while lifting his hand to play with his soft hair.

Tharn's hair was really soft and it felt good to play with it.

"Now you're becoming a crybaby."

 Bang

"Ai’Shiaa, I don't mess with you!" But when he answered, the hand that ran through his hair slapped until it was facing him, mouth side cursing, causing Tharn to look back.

"Requesting to be fed is called flirting in your house."

"Laugh at me ah you, later I'll hit you a few more times." When he refuted, he raised his hand to threaten, looking to use violence against Tharn often until Tharn got used to it, as the other person just turned around and shrugged while filling the bowl with rice, then made a face like he was really going to feed, until the exhausted man got up and came over to take a platter, then took the bowl and took it.

"Tharn, I doubt something." A good Type suddenly said this abruptly, making the person who was sitting relatively short feel nervous.

Sudden

"I use the same brand of soap as you, why is your hair softer and mine is rough." Anyway, he was still grabbing at his soft hair on the side.

"You play in the sun, I barely expose myself to the sun." He replied, only to say nothing afterwards, leaning his head on his knee and... rubbing it in.

Uh, Tharn turned into a cat and brought his head to rub against his knees, causing Tharn's soft hair to touch his skin.

"What's the matter with you?" Putting the bowl down and fiddling with his hair despite saying that with his mouth, Tharn asked with a smile.

"Was it fun?"

"So is it fun for you to rub my knee?"

Type asked rhetorically, causing him to stop moving, then raise his head to bring his chin up to rest on Type's knee, his sharp eyes watching quietly, then the corners of his mouth tilting slightly.

"Not only was it fun, I was happy doing it." He set the bowl down as well, while bending down to kiss Type's knee, then raised his head to stare.

"I feel blessed to sit down and have dinner with you."

"Don't be so sweet-mouthed." Type stopped him, then said with a grimace, his face still hot.

 How could Tharn not shock him now that he dared to say such things naturally?

"I admit it." He said back with a big smile, and Type just sighed and...

Sudden

The next hand grabbed him by the collar, in order to bend down to kiss inextricably, so he was also surprised, not a few seconds later, his eyes with a smile seemed to smile.

That smile caused Type to stutter at the mouth for a moment, then slowly run away.

The kiss was not as passionate as every time, but the sweetness permeated both hearts all the way.

"I'm happy too." Biased people can't help but be brave and hold their breath and say it, not because they want to compete, Tharn can say it, why he can't, except that Type wants only one thing... to keep him laughing like that.

Now he understands how happy Tharn can be when Type changed himself on a small thing.

From now on it's not just Tharn doing everything for him, he's doing something for Tharn as well, not giving Tharn a chance to complain that only his side values the relationship because Type himself cares about him just as much...otherwise someone like Type wouldn't be hurting from a relationship with a gay man.

A few short words but a big smile, while Tharn moved over to sit on the same couch until their shoulders were so tight that there wasn't a slit in them, and he carried the sweetness to the end with an evil laugh.

"After dinner... can we have a little after dinner dessert?"

"Eat what you want, don't ask so much!" The question caused Type to answer in the same tone, and of course, Tharn certainly wasn't asking about the desserts he'd bought back to put on the table, but... other desserts.

Of course, he didn't have to say no.

"Ai’Tharn, do you think I'm that stupid?"

When a dessert was over, the pounding claimant had passed out in bed, and the pounding claimant was getting up to look at his lover’s face, Tharn's super-favored pretty eyes full of questions while silently looking at the face of the man with Chinese ancestry.

Tharn was hiding something.

Last month, Type may not have been concerned about his boyfriend, but since a third person came into his life and taught him that he couldn't hearsay about the boyfriend of those exes, if someone mentioned what kind of person Tharn was, Type this person would refute, face to face and say I know my husband better than you do, so recently this month he has started to get the man’s moods.

Tharn is the kind of man who doesn't think much, is indecisive, a man who keeps everything to himself, and by the way he acts in the afternoon... "I'm not stupid!" Type said softly, wanting to hit the sleeping man on the head, the naked body reached out to the table at the head of the other's bed, and in order to get Tharn's phone, easily unlocked, saw the scene of...   

"I really hate this image."

 What he saw was the image of him lying naked on the bed, but Type slid the screen off first, as he wanted immediate access to the call history.

"I tell you what!" The southern boy grunted, because the last number was not Lhong's, but an unfamiliar one, and hurriedly picked up his own cell phone, quickly recording that number, before putting the lover’s phone back in place.

He might be overthinking it, but the omens were reminding Type that he was perverse, and that Tharn, a character who was not one to speak his mind, coupled with this going on, was looking for something to argue with him about later on.

So, he won't say... then I can investigate him myself!

                     Tharn ~ Type

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