Tharntype The Series, the Seven Years After, Chapter Introduction: The Seven years after

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter Introduction: The Seven years after

"Ai’Type! You're going to be late for work if you don't get up!"

"Ai’Hiaa!"

"Ai’Type!"

"......."

Early in the morning, Type was still lying on his back on the soft couch, one side of his face sunk into the pillow, the alarm clock had been going off for several minutes, and the person in the bed was still rippling with sleep. The freshly dressed man stepped in on his long legs to turn off the alarm clock and summoned the bed-ridden man, but in response he was met with a hoarse childish refusal, Tharn sighed and his voice softened, but the bed-ridden man did not take him for a ride and had already expressed his protest in silence.

"Ai’Type, you've got to get up oh."

"......."

"Ai’Type!" though Type remained wrinkled and Tharn didn't give up his insistence, he placed his hand on Type's bare shoulder and patted it lightly, the man with his head buried in the pillow clenched his fist....

"Leave me alone!" The impatient Type scolded.

"I won't bother you if you just get up, get up, I don't want you to be late."

"I'm taking the day off!" Type heard his boyfriend's heavy sigh, in fact Type was already awake when the alarm went off, only he didn't want to get up, oh no, it was supposed to be that he wanted to sleep until he woke up naturally.

"Even if you take the day off, your work is still there waiting for you to do it without leaving, and you still like to fool yourself as much as ever."

"It's not like you're an old man now, you don't know shit!"

At that moment, the person who was on the bed didn't remember suddenly sat up and looked at Tharn, his fierce eyes looked like he was going to eat this person who was minding his own business, and Tharn just watched quietly and then raised the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I don't know, I just know that my boyfriend isn't one of those halfway decent people."

"......."

Type fell silent, unable to say anything back, as he looked at the man who had pushed his head gently, the other man's soft laughter wrapped in a tone of pampering, hoping that his mood would improve.

"Get up and go shower, I'll make some simple breakfast...make sure the fried eggs don't get battered this time."

Type knew that Tharn had barely been in the kitchen because his cooking was so bad that if Type didn't get up and cook for him one day, Tharn would have to eat dry food to feed himself. Today, however, this guy probably knew that he was in a bad mood, I should say since yesterday, so he automatically asked to cook today.

"Can I trust you?"

"Well, I bought toaster, and if I can't cook toast enough to eat, at least I can make toast and spread some jam." Tharn smiled and patted Type on the shoulder.

"Get in the shower and I'll take you to the hospital later."

With that said, Tharn walked out of the bedroom, the centrally located apartment his father had given him two years ago when Type was still working on his master's degree.

Yes, on this day, Type is no longer an undergraduate or master's student; he has been a graduate for almost a year and is now working as a sports medicine physician in a major hospital. Life is not as grandly open and beautiful and fragrant as a rose petal, and there are always all sorts of problems, especially with Type...who is facing problems at work.

The problem he faced was that someone was always forcing him to do things with all sorts of unthinkable orders and putting all the fault and responsibility on him, which was almost too much for him to bear and he was about to explode.

Type has long considered changing jobs, only he wanted to do the work there for a full year and didn't want to be criticized, saying that he quit because he was avoiding problems, because people like him have a forward-thinking nature when it comes to anything. However, the workplace is not a school, and it is not a problem that can be solved by simply moving forward.

"Someone like me actually has to put up with that unlucky department leader?"

Thank goodness he didn't punch his opponent in the face! It was something Tharn knew, had always known, and it was something he had always given Type consolation for, so that someone of his impulsive character could hold his tongue for ten months.

But I shouldn't have taken it out on him!

Type jerked his hair hard as he thought about it, chagrined that he had more than once spilled his workplace grievances on his boyfriend, and that it was now trending towards more and more frequent.

"Alas, just thinking about it hurts my brain, what do you say I have to do today to resist the urge to punch that stinking doctor?" Eventually, the man who was ready to be late for work was willing to get up and go into the bathroom, hoping the cold water would douse the nameless fire that had been burning in his heart early in the morning.

After showering, Type walked to the dining room with his long legs fully clothed, a pair of sharp eyes staring at the back of the man who was burying his head to brew coffee, the demon named Guilt was gnawing away at his heart.

Tharn had his work cut out for him, no less, but the other side never complained a word in his presence.

Unlike me.....

Type thought mentally as he walked up behind Tharn and... Raised his arms around his opponent's waist.

"All packed? I just made breakfast too. You eat the egg, the first one's sticky. I'll eat it. How many slices of toast do you want? I'll bake you two slices oh...."

"I'm sorry!"

The man who was burying his head in the breakfast fiddle once, then looked up at Type, the Tharn in Type’s eyes didn't smile, he knew his unhappiness made the other man follow suit and become unhappy, no, it should be said that this guy was worried about him and didn't know what to do.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything wrong to you."

"It's because you're so hard-mouthed that I'm worried about you."

"...... "Type was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you're not the kind of person who likes to speak his sorry off his lips." Tharn flashed him a smile as Type rested his chin on his opponent's shoulder.

For him, it wasn't pampering, he just wanted to draw some strength from his lover to give him the confidence to face more difficulties.

It was hard for Tharn to make out his movements, and he turned around, hips against the flow table, letting Type's head rest on his shoulder, and just stayed still for a good while.

"Don't you worry, I'm not mad at you."

"Even if I fight with you every day?" Type knows that he had a very hot temper lately, and that he's always been a bit hot-tempered and explosive, even though he doesn't like to cause trouble with others as much as he did when he was a student, but his temper still stinks.

"When did you stop arguing with me?"

"Forget it, eat or be late."

However, as he turned and was about to make his way over to the table, his shoulders were grabbed and Tharn walked up to him, instinctively crooked his head to greet the kiss, he was used to this way of showing affection.

This kiss began with Tharn, and Type responded with heart. The kiss between the two was never shallow, the tips of their tongues entwined, almost fused, exchanging sweet juices with each other, chasing after each other wanting more, until the kiss was close to suffocating before they would let each other back off some distance, and then...Tharn the guy licked his lips with a look of satisfaction.

"Don't you get tired of kissing like that every day?"

"You know full well that I never get tired of you." Type, who had been teased, tried to return to the table, but the low voice that rang out stopped his movement.

"Even if you had to fight with me every day, I wouldn't get tired of the sound of you fighting with me."

This fvcking pervert, he can't stand it!

Though he thought so, Tharn's brief words made his heavy and depressed mood inexplicably more comfortable, and his sharp eyes became much gentler, so he gently broke free from his gripped shoulders and walked to the table.

"Cut the nonsense, it's been seven years together, don't have to please me so much." Type's voice was tinged with laughter, the mood inexplicably becoming good, and the corners of Tharn's mouth curved up with it.

"Who said, the longer we are together, the more I can be nauseous, before I said a word, you dislike me, and make me angry......."

Yes, if it was the first year of a relationship, if Tharn said something like that, Type would have opened his mouth to scold the other person for being a cheapskate just to hide his shyness and numbness. It's just that he can't help but think that after they've been together for so long, the other one is still saying sweet things to him every now and then, and doing intimate things, and creating romance from time to time. Isn't it said that couples who have been in a relationship for seven years are supposed to feel nothing with their left hand and feel nothing with their right hand, or that the seven-year itch has gone their separate ways?

As soon as such an idea came out, Type immediately snuffed it out because... I don't care to share!

Not only because of this hard-won affection, but also because the man he is today...loves him...loves him very much...this handsome man who is unfailingly handsome to no one.

Especially as he gets older, Tharn wears a T-shirt and casual pants...and is simply handsome.

However, Type doesn't boast about his boyfriend's good looks, and it's simply harder to hear a praising from Type than it is to get to heaven. What if the other person compliments him or his boyfriend’s handsomeness, he gets happy, if thinks his boyfriend has a lot of options, and goes to a younger kid? By then, he will surely become a murderer...of course, he won't kill the kid, he will kill the heartless man who abandoned him.

"Well, speaking of seven years together, would you like some gifts?" Speaking of which, people like Type who have no romantic cells and actually ask their boyfriends what they want, he never likes surprises, and after years of dating, he just tells the other person what he wants as long as he wants it, as long as the other person has it. Hearing Type ask this unexpectedly, Tharn froze instead, then......

"I think I will for you to be with me until you're 70."

"...... "Type also froze.

"Old fox, this is a set up!"

What's the difference between being together at 70 and asking them to be together forever, and at 70, he's ready to go to his grave.

Tharn laughed brightly and didn't contradict, but just spoke up and said, "In a good mood, eh?"

Type was indeed in a better mood, and with Tharn around, his bad mood always inexplicably got better as he forked a ham and delivered it to the man's mouth in front of him.

"Hmm! But if you don't stop talking, I'll be late. Don't give me that look again. I'm going to work." Tharn continued to eat, a smile on the corners of his mouth as Type, who refused to give in no matter how many years had passed, struggled to make a face.

Never let the other person know: The other person just said he wanted to stay together until he was 70...and his heart was already missing a beat.

We've been together for seven years, not seven days! The heart is still beating as wildly as it did when the love sinuses first opened!

Type said in his heart, the feeling as good as if the two had woken up together in the morning. Because of Tharn's presence, he has the strength to fight the people and things that mess with his job...just by having Tharn.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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