Tharntype The Series, Chapter 52: Fear because of love

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 52: Fear because of love

[Come back to the apartment! I have something to tell you]

Tharn sent a message to Type, and at this moment there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Are you worried?

Is it panic?

It's hard, isn't it?

Or is it actually just.... ?

Despite never being a coward himself. When he first dared to show his parents that he wanted to study music, and dared to admit that he was gay in front of his whole family, he still had a fear in his heart at the moment, even though he had always dared to pursue what he liked.

He was afraid that this was the end of the relationship between the two of them, just when he wasn't ready to end it.

After all these years, one a relationship for no reason, and every relationship ends for a reason. But the more he thought about what had happened last night, the more afraid.

He loved Type so much that he didn't want to lose him.

Tharn has been through many breakups, but this is the first time he has experienced the feelings of a person who feel like he will kill his lover after a breakup and then commits suicide, wondered in his heart, if Type really broke up with, would he be able to suppress his inner fear and not let him go?

"Stop thinking to yourself, things may not be as bad as they think," struggled to console himself, looking haggard from having been up all night last night. He took a deep breath and walked into the rehearsal room, tossing his backpack into the corner. His movement caused the people who were rehearsing to turn their heads to look at him.

" You're!" Song asked, seeing the serious look on Tharn's face.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to rehearsal today."

"Why don't you just go back today, I see you've been acting weird since the morning, did you have another fight with Tam?" Tae asked, and Tharn shook his head.

No. Did you and Tum have a fight like that?

"Then I'll go back first." Tharn said, turning his head to the captain when he finished.

"Good luck with that!" Although it was just a common blessing, Tharn always felt that there was something embedded in it, but now was not the time to ask his friend if he knew anything about the two of them, so he nodded at them and walked out of the rehearsal room.

Despite having tried to control himself to drive the car a little slower and slower, it took Tharn a short time to get back to the apartment. He parked his car and walked to the door.

Suddenly.

"You stopped by to see your ex again before you came back!" Tharn let out a long sigh, but didn't dare say anything, because he knew exactly who was the wrong party.

He didn't blame Type at all for scolding him, being mean, and snapping at him, because if his own boyfriend went out to meet his ex and lied, he might have reacted the same way himself.

"I have a rehearsal today, you can ask Lhong if you don't believe me."

Type looked at him fixedly, then smiled.

"No, I believe you." Type's attitude made Tharn feel a little strange, and although not quite convinced, he still felt his boyfriend's emotions were a little more stable than yesterday, which should calm him down enough to hear himself explain his relationship with Tar. But didn't expect to hear Type say.

"Because I just went to see your ex-boyfriend."

As soon as Type had just finished speaking, Tharn froze directly, he felt the boulder in his heart finally fall to the ground, but after a while he felt like he had encountered a Himalayan avalanche again, he looked at Type with uncertain eyes, wanting to ask something, but couldn't ask.

"Why aren't you talking? I just went to see your dear Tar."

"He's not mine." Tharn explained, while Type chuckled.

"He's not yours, but you are his, don't you know that, Brother Tharn!"

"What do you mean?" Tharn asked inexplicably, he didn't know what Type and Tar had talked about, but he hadn't quite trusted Tar since he'd last seen him when Tar had asked for peace. But all he could be sure of was that he and Tar would never go back.

"There's no point in explaining." Type deliberately elongated the tone.

"It was he who said you were his and he was going to take you back from me." Despite Type's efforts to restrain his tone, Tharn could still sense that he was angry, because at the moment his fists were clenched tightly, trying his best to maintain restraint, probably trying to talk the matter out with himself.

"Ai’Type, you know, I..." Tharn tried to explain.

"I haven't finished, don't interrupt me!" Type didn't give him a chance to speak.

"......."

Tharn immediately fell silent and listened to him quietly. Because he was the one who did it wrong this time, if he can't use all sorts of ways to placate him up and make him soft-hearted like he had before. It's better to keep quiet for now.

Type let out a bitter smile, and could tell from that how hurt he was.

"He said you still love him and he doesn't want to lose you. He also said he never forgot you during the year. He wants to get you back to him. He talks like a little girl who has just had her first love, poor man, it's heartbreaking!" Tharn could feel Type getting more and more angry the more he spoke, watching the look on his face, desperate to kill Tar.

Hearing Type say that Tar was still in love with himself sent Tharn into silence, not so much that the words bothered him, but that Tharn realized just how much he loved Type as soon as he heard how much Tar loved himself.

But Type was so angry that he almost cried out.

It was the first time Tharn had seen him like this.

"But I love you......."

"Nonsense! When did you say that?" Type broke down a bit and Tharn had to stop and listen to him.

"You know what? Your ex-boyfriend is crying and begging me to give you back to him! You know that feeling? Does he think that if he cries and shows his weakness, I can give you up to him? No way! I couldn't let it go so easily! He's thinking wrong, and in doing so can only look for a fight!"

"Did you hit him?"

Type's words made Tharn's eyes widen, and he was so shocked that he forgot that he should remain silent at this time, only thinking that Tar being so soft must not be Type's match, and despite spending so much time with Type, he didn't know if Type would strike a schoolboy.

"Ai’Hiaa!" Type suddenly stood up and shouted at Tharn.

"You're so concerned about him, aren't you? So concerned? Why is that? He's a man, okay? Do you think he'll die if he is hit? Am I the kind of man who would kill him in your eyes? You're worried about him, aren't you? Answer me! You're worried about him aren't you?" Type had yelled at Tharn before, but had never lost his mind like he did now, and Tharn didn't speak, not until after a while.

"I didn't say anything about you! Just calm down, I'm not as worried about him as you say, I just don't want anything to happen to you." Tharn immediately explains why, he's not just concerned about the ex, he's more worried about Type.

Tharn held on to Type, who kept struggling, but Tharn gritted his teeth and never let go of him no matter how much he struggled.

"Why do you keep lying, you worry about him just say it straight, you're the one who holds the initiative anyway aren't you? You're always like this, pushy and talk out of turn, I just hate him, have you ever thought about how I felt when he told me to give you back to him, have you ever understood how I felt? Have you guys considered how I feel?"

Type's long-suppressed emotions were all out at this moment, and he didn't struggle anymore, just stood motionless, as if his whole body's strength had been drained away, Tharn held him tighter.

"Ai’Type, I love you! I really love you!" Tharn kept saying in Type's ear, trying to reassure him.

He loves Type more than anyone else in the world.

Type tried to get his hands off him, but Tharn still held on to him and Type had to say in a cold voice.

"Let go of me!"

"Ai’Type, you listen to me and let me explain what happened last night."

"I don't want to hear it." Despite Tharn's efforts to try and calm Type down, Type didn't cooperate at all, just tried to get his hands off him, and after an unsuccessful struggle, he raised his head to speak to Tharn.

"That thing is over! Because I said to him, "You don't belong to him, you belong to me!"

Type's tone was so forceful that he tugged on Tharn's collar to bring him a little closer to himself, and Type's eyes looked firmly at him, showing Tharn his anger. Completely ignoring Tharn's delight at hearing those words.

Type emphasized.

"No matter how hard he tries, no matter what he does, you can only be mine! So I forbid you to have any dealings with him, you will swear to me now!" In fact, even if Type hadn't asked for it, Tharn had planned to do so long ago, he said in a soft tone as he lowered his head and leaned against Type's shoulder.

"I swear to you, I will never see Tar again."

"Look me in the eye and say it!" Type demanded, and Tharn had to raise his head and look at him.

"I swear, you're all I've got, and I'll never get involved with anyone else again, trust me!"

"......."

"......."

Type suddenly didn't speak, nor did Tharn, and the two just looked at each other in silence, and finally, Type averted his gaze first and said.

"I hope you'll keep in mind what you said today."

After saying that, he grabbed his wallet and cell phone to go out, and Tharn stopped him and asked.

"Where are you going?"

"Go anywhere, as long as I cannot see your face again." Type said, and left the room immediately after saying that. Only Tharn was left standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Despite Type's assertion of sovereignty, despite being jealous to the point of lashing out over his own affairs with Tar, Tharn didn't feel an ounce of pleasure for it, especially when he saw Type looking at himself with a sad look. But at the same time, he was worried about Tar, thinking that he must have been hurt badly by himself as well, but no matter what, he wouldn't break his promise to Type and wouldn't go to see him again.

Tharn asked himself inwardly once again.

Is it true that one's own relationship can't go as well as others? Why is every relationship a flip-flop?

"Ai’Type, you drink slowly, later you'll have a headache all day."

"Don't stop me, isn't it because of your good friend that I'm like this?"

After leaving the apartment, Type called to ask Tharn's good friend Lhong to meet him at the bar behind the school, and Lhong was more than happy to come out and meet him, he had been sitting there listening to Type vent for almost an hour.

"Don't be like that, Tharn has said that nothing happened between them, you should have believed him." Lhong reassured, and Type's disgruntled voice came from his nostrils.

"How can I trust him when he keeps lying to me?"

"He just didn't want to make it hard on you, you should know what kind of person he is, how much he usually cares for you and takes care of you so well, and he probably lied to you because he thought it would make you suffer for nothing if he told you directly." Type looked at Lhong and felt in his heart that he was Tharn's friend to speak for him like this, but he actually blamed himself, why didn't he call his friend, but Tharn's friend.

But even his best friend Techno is on Tharn's side, alas! No friend is on his or her side.

Thinking about it, Type picked up the glass again and took a sip of his wine, while Lhong looked at him worriedly from the side.

Tonight Type called Lhong out, mainly because Lhong knew all about him and Tharn, and even though he was thick-skinned enough, he was a little embarrassed to call Techno to listen to him whine so many times. And so it was that Lhong was called out.

"Then you think it's too much to say I'm doing too much?" Type asked, and Lhong smiled.

"No, that's not what I meant, don't overthink it." Lhong said sincerely.

"If things are as you say they are, then I think it's Tar's fault for doing this."

"Right, you think it's his fault too, don't you think so too?" Type felt that someone was finally on his side and immediately said, making Lhong laugh helplessly.

"Seriously! As far as your character and Tar's are concerned, the average person who doesn't know you well must think you're the one at fault for going out and beating up a sophomore. It's a good thing his parents and teachers didn't see it, or you'd be dead! You're just having fun. You're stupid too. You've never seen a TV show? The more the wife fights those vicious mistresses, the more she will end up losing." Hearing him say that, Type gritted his teeth.

"Good thing I'm not a heroine, and I told Tharn what I was like in the beginning, he had to accept me as such." Type said stiffly, even though he didn't think so at heart. In fact, he was still afraid that Tharn couldn't bear to be like this himself. But no matter what, he still has to come across as strong.

He wants to prove he's good and let others know that he's not the one they can easily bully.

"As a friend of Ai’Tharn's, I think Tharn is accepting of your kind of character, otherwise he wouldn't go along with everything, but you still have to be calm. Tar seems so innocent, I'm not quite convinced he's really as bad as you say?"

"Told you all about it and he wants me to give Ai’Tharn back to him."

"So all this time I was deceived by his appearance and thought he was a good boy."

"It's not just you, Ai’Tharn has fallen for it too, and he's made a fool of himself by acting like I must break up with Tharn." Speaking of which, Type was even angrier.

"But Ai’Tharn didn't pay him any attention either, don't worry, a slap in the face won't cut it."

Type said as he took a sip from his glass.

"Well, Ai’Tharn he promised me that he wouldn't be getting involved with him anymore, but if he's going to pay attention to him, I'm going to break up with him."

Type said in a strong tone, he was a bit delirious now, he hated feeling this way, so he wanted to numb himself with alcohol and put all this behind him, he really didn't want to fight with the bad guys like in TV shows and news.

If the other person is bad on the surface and has no pretense, things may end more easily.

"Don't worry, trust me, Ai’Tharn won't. He really does love you, believe me!"

Hearing Lhong say this, Type didn't feel relieved, instead, he felt more and more worried, because he knew that this matter was not yet over, and he, had to end this matter as soon as possible.

"Give me back what's mine!"

"How did you and Type get together?"

"It's also because you two quarreled and he made me suffer along with it."

As soon as Tharn opened the door, he was a little surprised to see his good friend standing in the doorway with a seemingly drunken Type. As for Lhong, as soon as he saw Tharn, he immediately threw Type back to him, making Tharn almost unable to catch it.

"He went out drinking with you?"

"Well, can't you two talk properly after a fight? Always tossing me around." Lhong grumbled, and Tharn sighed helplessly.

"Thank you for sending him back."

"Glad to be of service! If it's really for my own good, don't fight anymore." Lhong gave Tharn a pat on the shoulder in a serious tone, causing Tharn to stifle a laugh.

"Take good care of him, I'll go first."

"Wait a minute, Ai’Lhong."

Tharn called out to him and Lhong stopped in his tracks. Tharn asked uncertainly.

"Did Ai’Type say anything to you?"

"Just said...."

"What a bullshit boyfriend!"

Before Lhong could finish, he heard Type scold, and both froze, seeing that Type had been waving his hands around messily.

"You ... are ... are mine ..."

"Hahaha....... mind your boyfriend first! I certainly didn't think he had such a cute side!" Lhong smiled and said goodbye to Tharn, who helped Type into the elevator and looked at him with a gentle look, whispering in his ear.

"Well, I am yours and yours alone." He whispered in Type's ear an s took him back to the apartment and put him to bed.

Then stood at the edge of the bed and watched him.

The man who tugged at his own collar for commitment is not that scary anymore. He was already drunk and unconscious, reeking of booze, and his hair was messy as a chicken's nest, but somehow, Tharn thought he was cute now.

"You... are mine... are mine..." was the phrase Type kept repeating in his sleep.

"Hmm! I know." Tharn reached out to touch Type's head, only to be shrugged off dismissively.

"I have only you, only you." Tharn thought mentally as he looked at the drunkenly unconscious Type in front of him.

Although Type is said to be rebellious, capricious, bad-tempered and has so many flaws, but somehow, he still loves him, and his love for him is growing day by day. Maybe it was because he knew exactly what kind of a man he was from the beginning, no matter how powerful he seemed on the outside, but on the inside it was very soft, just as it was now that he kept saying he was his.

Normally he would never admit what he wants, but once he's not as clear-headed as he is now, he'll say it right away and you'll know how cute he is.

Tharn got up and went to get a towel for Type to wipe himself with.

After a while, Tharn came over with a face basin and a towel in hand.

Type was still really a stubborn man, and even though he was delirious now, he wouldn't obediently let Tharn wipe him down.

"Don't move, you'll be more comfortable after cleaning." Tharn soothed as he undid Type's clothes, the body in front of him held the magic that sank him, but today Tharn didn't think twice about it, just concentrated on gently rubbing Type down.

"You're so bad Type, you bring me to death no matter what. Do you know how jealous I was when I saw Lhong holding you back? Why go with another guy when you can go for a drink? Not even if he is my friend. Alas, but can I say anything of you, who made this matter erupt other than me." Unable to explain it to the sober Type, Tharn had to speak to the drunken Type, who threw the towel in the water and took off his pants.

Seeing Type with his best friend, he was a little unhappy himself at first, but he knew Lhong well enough to know that Lhong wouldn't get involved.

In fact, whether it's his own male friends or female friends, Tharn is afraid of them taking his place in Type’s heart.

He also knew he was being a bit stupid like that, but he just couldn't accept that other people cared too much about Type. Despite this, he had no right to say anything, because he was the one who had pissed Type off.

But in the future, he will never do that himself, won't make Type angry, won't see her ex-boyfriend again.

"But I also want you to believe me... Tar really doesn't matter to me anymore, I only have you." Tharn sighed as Type slept like this, his own explanation making no sense at all.

"What are you talking nonsense about? Woke me up."

Type said suddenly, catching Tharn off guard.

Tharn looked up and saw Type smiling to himself in a daze from the alcohol.

"Sorry to wake you up."

"Well, still babbling, it's cold!" Type said, and Tharn didn't move, still staring at him.

"I'm sorry!" Type said suddenly.

"For what?" Tharn had a puzzled look on his face. Type brought a towel to cover himself with, and not only was the water cold from Tharn's call, but the air conditioning in the room was cold, and he turned his face to the other side.

"I'm making you sad." Type replied that Tharn couldn't believe he would apologize to himself like that and turned his head to look at him again.

"Are you serious?" Tharn thought Type was still angry with himself, keeping his head down and not daring to look him straight in the face.

"I talked to Lhong and I realized...I never listened to your explanation, I kept ranting at you, Tharn... I don't know, I was just shocked, I just felt hard, I didn't know how to describe my feelings to you."

Tharn wasn't sure how he was feeling right now either, just holding Type tightly in his arms, and although he wasn't quite sober right now, he wouldn't be talking so sweetly to himself if he was.

"No need to apologize, I'm the one who's going to apologize to you and I'm not going to meet with him again." Tharn hugged Type tightly, and to his surprise Type hugged him back.

"Ai’Tharn."

"Huh?" Type was silent for a long time, making even Tharn wonder if he had fallen asleep in his own arms, and now hearing him calling out to himself, Tharn then looked up at him and saw that Type's eyes were moist.

"Hug me!"

"Hug you?" Tharn asked uncertainly. Aren't I hugging him? Only to see Type throw the towel off his body and wrap his legs directly around Tharn's waist.

"Do me!" Despite knowing not to take advantage of someone who was drunk, despite knowing that he would say that because he was so drunk, Tharn ceased his reason for worrying about it when he heard Type say it.

"I want you, to come inside me... now!"

Such an invitation is actually too strong for self-control to resist.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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