Tharntype The Series, the Seven Tears After, Chapter 5: The Problem that follows

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Tharntype The Series, the Seven Tears After, Chapter 5: The Problem that follows

"I'm going to turn my grief and anger into food, there's no savior, f*ck!!!"

"Calm down a little bit, buddy."

At first, Type was going to go home and have a talk with Tharn but ended up ghost calling his best friend, Techno. Then went straight there to drink some to ease the sorrow, a cup after a cup of alcohol down, almost unconscious. In the end, Type slammed the glass down on the table with a thud, not caring if the glass would break, so loudly cursing inevitably made the people at the next table cast a strange look.


"How do you want me to calm down? That bastard is picking on me. He's making a fool of me. What kind of leader is he? He's just trying to put the blame on my head. If I wasn't worried about getting fired, I'd have beaten him to death!!!" Type's voice grew higher and higher, raising his glass to drink again before Techno could snatch it away.

"Okay, okay, just stop it, don't get drunk and go crazy later, I can't stop you!" Techno said worriedly, turning to look at her young husband, who had a matter-of-fact languid expression on the other side.

Techno shouted to his little husband, "Hey, Nong Kla, help me out here!"

Kengkla - Techno's boyfriend, who once pulled some careful tricks on Techno, the captain of the football team to bed, the sex scam was successful, and then some careful tricks were used to scam Techno out to his heart, and the heart scam was successful.

But this Keng Kla is very much at odds with Type, who used to mediate between Ai’No and Kla when they had a falling out, and also Acting has turned Kla into a shrinking turtle, which is why Kla felt so bad when he saw Type in such a bad mood today.

Ai’No, don't take the world for granted, your husband is not a nice guy, he's probably gloating right now.

Of course, Type couldn't have said those words out loud, he just scratched his hair hard.

"What can I do to help, Type won't listen to me," Kengkla.

If you don't want to help, just say so!

"What about that Ai’Tharn? Have you called him yet?" Ai’No asked.

“...”

Techno struggled to find a solution, but Type stays silent and just popped up with a smirk, "Heh."

Techno could only sigh helplessly, "Another fight, right? How many years has it been since you guys fought every other day when you first started dating? Six or seven years, right? Can't we have a little less fighting?"

"I'm not the wrong one this time!"

"I haven't even seen a time when it was your fault," Ai’No grunted.

"Ai’No, you're an asshole!" Type gave a cold smile, and even Ai’No was taken aback by his words and laugh. Ai’No shook his head with an expression of "I didn't say anything", and his voice softened unconsciously.

"If you have a problem, talk about it, you taught me that, have you forgotten?"

Ai’Type silent to then fished out a glass of wine and drank it, indicating that he doesn't want to talk about Tharn anymore, and Ai’No circles back to his original topic.

"What are you going to do about the job?" Type paused, then said what he'd been considering for months.

"I probably can't take it anymore."

"Alas! Why? Isn't the pay there pretty good? But it's much higher than mine." Ai’No interrupted immediately, expressing a bit of bewilderment at such a decision by Type. ok, his job is pretty decent, and the pay is not bad for someone who just graduated with a master's degree a year ago, and it's really quite a bit better than my best friend Ai’No who works in the government as a civil servant. Speaking of Ai’No, who's been on royal rations for three years but can't match his rations for a year, but at least Ai’No's doing it easy and comfortable.

Maybe Techno had some trouble with his job, but compared to his, they were minor, insufficient for fear. Techno has a good social circle, good co-workers, good leadership, and is kind to everyone, unlike him

"A small house is a hard place to live in, but a narrow heart is a hard place to live in Now I understand this truth." Type seems to have suddenly realized the truth.

"So you're planning to change jobs, then?"

"Well, that unlucky leader is probably already trying to sweep me off my feet," Type sighed depressingly, his mood literally hitting rock bottom. But seeing his friend's worried eyes, he had to harden his stomach and hold back his bitterness, he didn't want his friend's mood to be affected by his Impact.

Whenever Ai’No worries about him, he always worries like an old mother and helps him figure it out.

"Don't you worry about me, I'll be fine in a little while, but you, is something the matter?"




Type question immediately silenced Ai’No, who smiled awkwardly, turned to look at his young husband, and then fidgeted, "I was ready to come out to my mom and tell her about my relationship with Kla."

"Your husband instigated this, didn't he?"

“...”

You see, Ai’No's silence means he guessed right, because there's no way a simple-minded, four-legged man like Ai’No could have that courage to go to his own mother that he was dating a man. The reason Ai’No was brave enough to come out of the closet with his family was probably because of the handsome boy sitting to his left, quietly chewing his food not looking at him, but with sinister eyes, a real wolf.

"Don't blame me, Type, I just don't want to hide my relationship with P’No, and besides, my family knows about P’No's existence.”

Evil!

Type rolled his eyes, he didn't even bother to curse out, lest Ai’No, the white wolf, have to stand up and yell at Type for his little boyfriend again, seeing as how his friend's white face and a look of panic in his eyes, as if under great pressure from his little boyfriend, so Type decided to help him out. He's been helping Ai’No from the beginning anyway.

"You don't think your mother knows about this?"

"Huh?"

See, Ai’No was still looking confused, too pot that helpless, he sighed heavily, and sent his glass towards that cheeky Kla pointed over there.

"You don't think that look on your face didn't give your mother a clue? How many days a week do you stay at his apartment? You're probably almost done moving your personal effects to his house, right? Besides, this kid is still so possessive of you, anyone can see his feelings for you, he definitely won't miss any of them. The chance for your mother to pass on the message, to tell her what the two of you are like, you're probably the only one in the whole family who thinks no one knows about you two... if you go home and ask your mother, she'll say, "Oh, I knew it, you stupid son."

Type didn't give Ai’No any credit at all, while also feeling sorry for the best friend who's been tricked by her own little boyfriend.

Kla put on a pleasing and innocent face, living as a black yearling attacker.

"Brother Ai’No, Type is accusing me, I didn't do anything."

Don't think I don't know that you must have come out of the closet with Ai’No's mom early on.

Type didn't even bother to tear him down, he just shook his head and looked at his best friend and his little boyfriend, the Heartthrob Boy acting like a harmless goody-goody, needless to say, Techno was fooled, and convinced.

"You don't think so badly of Kla, what he did before that's all in the past, and now he won't dare lie to me."

"That's your business, believe it or not." Type said carelessly, all he cared about now was the sake in his hand, his mind pondering which one of that pile of messes to start processing.

Tharn? Work? Or go home?

The first option made him take another gulp of wine, and sometimes he's really tired of dealing with these things.



***



"Tharn, oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him from drinking."

"Its okay."

Oh wow, you don't look like you're okay with it, Tharn.

Techno only dared to spit in his mind as he assisted Type to the door of Type and Tharn's apartment, where the house opened to see the way his own wife was drunk and unconscious and immediately pulled his face down, Techno was creeped out by it.

Who'd have thought he'd just turn around and talk to Kla for a bit, and then turn back around and Type would be drunk as a dog.

Techno hand was the terrarium and he looked at Tharn, hesitant to say anything to Tharn, but as someone who knows his best friend's life very well

"If you guys have something to say, just talk it out, you know that Type is a hot-tempered person, and if he says anything unpleasant of you he will be more responsible." Techno reminded Tharn that he himself knew that if Tharn had been as hot and impulsive as Type, the two of them would not have stayed together to today.

Tharn sighed at Techno's words, "I know. Thank you for sending him back."

Seeing Tharn's reluctance to say more, Techno nodded and prepared to hand over and walk away, "Ummmm, what do you two have to do with yourself... and solve it behind closed doors, that's what you've taught me, don't teach someone else to be headstrong and then fail to do it in their turn."

He thought his words would elicit a laugh from Tharn, however Tharn just sighed and sounded a little heavy, "For the entire of next week, starting tomorrow I'll be I'm going on a business trip to the foreign office, so I'll leave him in your care for the time being, so if he calls you, please keep him company."

Techno watched as Tharn scooped up his boyfriend and gave him a firm nod, "Don't worry about that, I'm his best friend."

Watching Tharn assist a drunk Ai’Type who was drunk as a dead dog, into the house, Techno sighed long and muttered, "Ugh! Hopefully nothing is wrong with these two.

Techno thought as he went downstairs, where that little boyfriend of his was anxiously waiting for him in the parking lot.

At this point Kla the wolf-dog was also imagining things.

So I'm going to witness those two bickering as a child until I grow up? And then watch them bicker until they grow old together hmmm, that's a taunt, not a blessing!



***



Waking up with a hangover in the morning with an exploding headache, Ai’Type headache gets worse after seeing the contents of a Post-it note taped to the refrigerator door..

*I'm off on a business trip. I'll be back next week. We'll talk when I get back.*

"Ugh!" Type sighed heavily and rubbed his temples harshly, hoping to relieve some of the hangover headache, however this didn't do anything... F*ck, the more he rubbed it, the worse the headache got instead. He walked over and tore off the Post-it note, staring at it thoughtfully before tearing it up and throwing it in the trash.

Not that he didn't care what Tharn said, but don't expect him to keep that Post-it note in a safe place. If he did, the whole house would probably be full of post-it notes written by Tharn, I guess.

"It's a bad f*cking time to go!" Type lamented again, opening the fridge and taking a glance inside to see what's there, whatever makes him feel better. But the only thing that caught his eye was soda, his unlucky husband's favorite brand, and he took it out and opened the cap and put it in his mouth and pouring hard with some irritation.

People still put their favorite drinks on when they're not home, but that's not what upsets him.

"A week." Feeling a little frustrated with his feet up on the table and his back against the chair, Type placed the cold soda bottle on his forehead, hoping it would make himself clear his head a bit and then suddenly realize he was unlucky too.




It's even worse when he have to separate during a fight.

A truth he'd learned years ago, since this wasn't Tharn's first business trip to the Outer Limits, or the first time they'd fought or have a grudge when Tharn goes on a business trip. Before they got back together, they had to endure missing each other during the time they were apart and would have called each other if they hadn't fought before. Ask how work is going, but with the cold war... the way it is, he daresay neither he nor Tharn would be willing to call each other.

There had been a fight Tharn went on a business trip, and when he got back from it, they didn't talk to each other for a week, so it's a good thing Tharn has a better temper than he does and will take the initiative to coax him, otherwise I guess the two would have split up.

Therefore, this is a really bad time for Tharn to be traveling.

Who says distance make the heart grows fonder? Who says that both sides can calm down after a period of time apart, and after that, come back and talk calmly and everything will be fine? As far as Ai’Type is concerned, this shit is useless, and it would be better to have a push-back talk in the moment of a fight.

The more he think about Type's mood, the more he get depressed and shake his head and sigh even more when he glimpse the shredded Post-it notes in the trash. If they hadn't had a falling out and been angry and angry, normally Tharn would have woken him up in the morning and sent him off to work, surely he will be reminded repeatedly that his phone must be on, and Tharn will call to check in at any time, and as annoying as it may seem, there is suddenly less of that annoying man and he instead he feels uncomfortable and irritated.

"Do I have to coax him?" Type's heart said it's his turn to go soft first this time, so this week when he will go without seeing each other, Type must suppress his emotions and make himself calm down, lest Tharn come back in a heck of a mess.

"As for going home, well, wait until he gets back." Finally, Type sighed, took a big gulp of soda, and resumed his journey back to the bedroom to pack and get ready for work.

The number one thing to do before going home is to take time off.



***



"Songkran Festival? Are you out of your mind? I can't grant you leave when someone else is on vacation and you have to come on duty."

As expected, his leader flatly refuses his request for a leave of absence. Reluctantly, Type could only promise to turn around and walk out, unwilling to speculate that his leader's reluctance to let him take a leave of absence was due to eccentricity, as the other co-workers were talking to took Songkran Day off months in advance, and he's only mentioning it now, so he definitely won't be able to get any.

It looks like he'll have to tell his father that he'll come home to visit them after Songkran.

Hospitals are mostly on shifts like this, a situation like this is a bit like a foreign company where someone has to be on duty 24 hours a day. Although his section has duty hours, they still have to be someone in uniform.

"What's going on? It's early in the morning with a straight face."

"Sister Teng, I'm annoyed because of the leave of absence, my dad called me to come home on Songkran Festival."

"It's only now that you're taking leave, it's a wonder you can be approved." Teng shook his head helplessly and can only tell Type that taking a leave of absence for Song Gan Festival is the hard part, and Type can only sigh long and hard after hearing that.

"Forget it, it's fine to go back after Songkran Festival, but I want to bring my partner home with me on Songkran Festival, if we don't go on holiday together on Songkran Festival" , and he'll be working again after Songkran." Teng nodded, she had also heard her co-worker say that he was already a famous grass and had said it more than once, only also Just revealing a hint of information.

Type hadn't said anything about his partner being a man, and much more handsome than the young patient of Type's whom she'd complimented earlier.

"How long has it been since you've been home?"

"Haven't been back since work."

"Huh? That's almost a year ago, and your family would have to count you out."

"That's why the family called me to yell grievances, sis." Type said depressingly, and he could imagine his father's face, which was blacker than the bottom of a pot, as well as his sad expression, and it was heartbreaking to watch. But it was a foregone conclusion that Songkran Festival wouldn't be able to return, and he didn't have the luxury of expecting to be successful with this lucky leave.

"So do you want to switch shifts with me?"

etc.

"Sister, what do you mean! Is that what I think it means?" Type glared after the other person, staring at the other person's eyes, and Teng stroked her chin like she was inscrutable look, then nodded affirmatively.

"Well, that's what you think, I was planning to travel abroad with my family on Songkran, but my passport expired, and I forgot to get a new one, so the family discussed at home and came to conclusion that for the holidays, I will have to take a vacation is useless, Songkran Festival I also did not plan to go to play splash water, so I'll just switch shifts with you."

"Sis, you're serious!" Type stood up fiercely and grabbed Teng's shoulder excitedly, Teng nodded frequently in affirmation.

"Well, I'm resting after Songkran, Songkran holiday is pretty good, so I'm not worried about getting wet anywhere."

"Oh hey! I love you so much Teng!" Tai Pan gives Teng a bear hug and holds him so tightly that he almost gasps as he yells out in excitement. Breathless, covering his chest with palpitations after breaking free hard.

"Don't be so mushy, just because you're not my type of dish doesn't mean you're not handsome, and I'm not even immune to handsome guys, Ai’Type!" Type laughed out loud as he was so happy right now that he couldn't wait to hug Teng and kiss her wildly on both cheeks. If Teng hadn't reached out to stop him and threatened him not to even think about it, he probably would have done that already.




Because Songkran Festival can go home, Type's heart feels a bit lighter. At least Tharn will feel better about being able to go home together.

An hour later, however, the dream was shattered.



***



"I'm not granting you a leave of absence."

"But I've already swapped shifts with my coworkers and she've already signed."

"I told you, I disagree."

“...”

At this point, Type's two fists hanging at his sides were squeezed tightly, and he looked angrily at the man in front of him who refused to sign his leave note even though he was dead. Agreeing with the leader, even if the shift change form is already filled out and signed, won't help.

Four eyes meet.

One just felt a rush of blood rushing straight to his head, wanting to run up and fat-bash that unfortunate leader.

Another one battled as a leader using a chicken feather as a threatening arrow.

"Why?" A gnarled question.

"Short-staffed." A nonchalant reply.

F*ck you, man!

Type cursed in his heart, he knew that wasn't the real reason his leader didn't approve the leave, the other side just took pleasure in torturing him, watching him in this kind of pain in the neck when straight-hearted people can't get what they want from each other, dead pervert.

Type also knows how he is with this mouth, and because of his straightforwardness, his leaders can't stand him and work in every way Difficult for him, he can't disobey the leadership since they've disapproved so here it is.

"You're forcing me to leave, aren't you?"

"Watch your language, and don't forget that I'm the top dog."

Type's teeth were chattering and his fists were about to crush, restraining himself from rushing up and punching someone, he really couldn't resist a hook knocking the man in front of him to the ground, but he knew he couldn't do that, he had to close his eyes and find his senses, he kept taking deep breaths. Tell himself that if you hold back, you'll work a full year, and when you've done a full year you'll quit immediately and won't stay a moment longer!

Therefore, Type, who had been happy for only an hour, turned and walked out without saying a word, fearing that if he opened his mouth to curse profanities already spraying each other in the face!

Type went off duty in a depressed mood, and it can be said that all day today, his face was even more terrifying than a nightstick, and no one dared to approach him, off duty! Just left the hospital without a word of greeting. He called his best friend, hoping to find someone to vent his frustrations.

"Ai’No, where are you?"

[At my mom's ah, didn't I tell you that last night? What do you want from me?]

Hearing his best friend's hoarse voice, the depression in Type's heart seemed to have lessened, and his mood calmed down a bit, knowing that at this time Ai’No was no way to come over to keep him company, just dealing with that little wolfdog is enough of a headache for him.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking of asking you out for a drink."

[Are you in trouble? I can get to you.]

Techno said with worry in her voice and the determination that she could escape for him. If I heard correctly, Type heard the clear voice of a certain beloved young master on the other end of the phone.

"No, go find your mom, trust me, she won't say anything, and you don't have to be nervous."

[Are you sure?]

"Well, if you're nervous, that Kla guy will say what will soothe you, and when he's done soothing you, you'll cum along with him."

[F*ck! How do you know that!]

The shouting of his best friend inevitably made Type smile and say that Ai’No and Nong Kla must have held a "ritual" last night called "Soothing the Heart". activity," irritated as he was, he really wanted to pull a prank or something to keep that trickster little wolf dog from playing any kind of trick on him. But then he felt he was still a good man and couldn't spoil anyone's feelings, so he could only say to Techno, "Ai’No, if someday you are no longer addicted to the inescapable beauty of Kla that will be the day when you will surely see the vastness of the world."

Type hung up the phone after saying that he didn't bother to explain to Techno what he meant by his words, according to this simple brain of Techno's It was futile to explain. Type put his phone in his bag, mulled over it for a moment, and then made a decision - it would be a good idea to go to an acquaintance's shop when you're in a bad mood! The choice.

Type doesn't really have much confidence in himself, and whether or not he can refrain from getting drunk with such emotions, he doesn't hope to be thrown out when he was drunk, but just going home and having a cold and lonely house seems lonely. Thus blaming the anger on the person who isn't home. So, he decided to just go to Brother Kong’s and Sister Jead's shop.

"P’Type!"




The shade is still there!

While waiting for a taxi, a voice calling his name suddenly rings out from behind him, and Type looks back, only to see a face he's not familiar with... In the meantime, he got the slightest impression when the man stood in front of him and smiled at him.

"Faires."

"I'm so glad you remember me!"

Teng squealed to the point of org*sm in place when she mentioned you in front of me, can I remember?

Type spat in his mind, but said officially, "You're the patient I'm in charge of, of course I remember."

Type can still speak calmly in front of the Faires, because, apart from the doctor-patient relationship, they have no any relationship.

"What are you doing here? We didn't have an appointment for a rehab exercise."

"Oh, I came to see my primary care doctor, and all of a sudden my knee hurt for good reason, so I came to the hospital to review it, but it seems that it's unnecessarily worrying, the doctor said it's nothing wrong, hehe" the teenager had an embarrassed smile on his clear face.

"It's fine if there's no problem, so I'll go first."

"Wait!" The teenager had a sad look on his face, "Why don't you even reply to my Line?"

"I don't have time to reply."

It's not that Type doesn't have time to reply to messages, it's that he doesn't care about messages from teenagers, be they teenagers or anyone else. He hadn't even bothered to open Line to check what kind of messages he was getting from whoever was sending him, his problems with Tharn It's already gotten him all worked up, where is the mood to read messages and reply to them, not to mention the fact that this teenager always likes to keep sending him all kinds of emojis, sometimes he wants to block or just blacklist the annoying kid!

"I was going to ask you about my knee injury, and I don't know if I'm in a normal situation, but after the message was sent, I Waited all day just to see if you'd get back to me."

"Are you misunderstanding me?"

"What?"

While the handsome teenager is rambling on endlessly, Type interrupted in a rude voice, and then the teenager doesn't know that a blast from Type The storm was coming down on him in time to ask questions.

"Who do you think I am? Your primary care doctor? You think I sit around answering all your questions 24 hours a day? Can you spell the word "polite"? Or maybe your family didn't teach you about manners? Sorry to tell you I'm not available, I'm f*cking exhausted!" Type really couldn't control his emotions, and all of his frustrations and negative emotions broke out in a stream of words It gets bigger and bigger, and then starts to regret it again afterwards.

The teenager in front of him didn't cry in aggravation, he just slowly lowered his head and said carefully, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Why would you regret it? Because the people around him all cast condemned or scowled at him, because in the eyes of the people who ate the melons, he was a bully. The big bad wolf of a child scolds other children for burying their heads in their chests! His afterglow could see that the security big brother not far away was also eyeing the two of them, deeply afraid that they would fight like.

If he wants to fight, he'll have to take it up with his unlucky leader, who can't even imagine what his life will be like next. Water is deep.

"Alas! I'm sorry brother, I apologize, I was out of line!" In the end, all Type could do was sigh long and hard.

"No, you're right P’Type, you're right, I was rude, I'm sorry, brother." The teenager gave a folded bow to Type in apology, and Type instantly softened, as a former vice-captain of the football team, seeing the teenager looking so down, he can't help but think of Can and Ae's group of schoolboys on the football team.

"Well, I'm dying of guilt, let's just leave it at that, I'll be off oh." Type said impetuously, and after that he turned to leave, and the teenager immediately called out to him.

"What else?" Type's tone is hard and impatient.

"Brother, why don't I give you a ride!"

"No."

"OK, right, it's my way of making amends to you." Type was about to shake his head no, but the teenager snapped.




"Well, at this time of the day, the traffic jam is so bad that I don't know what time I'll be able to get on the bus if I call a taxi, so use my car! It's better, let's say I've made amends to you, okay, I don't want to feel guilty about you!" The tactic the teenager used on him always felt somehow familiar to Type, waiting until his unlucky husband's face became clearer in his head Up, he realized why it felt familiar, because Tharn had used that trick on him too, repeatedly.

Pestering me with pampering, if I don't, are you going to die of guilt!

Type doesn't know what the teenager did to him, all he knows is that he feels guilty somehow and just wants to make it up to the teenager for something, and then he looks at the road, and it's really as the teenager said, everywhere was jammed up, and at this rate, it would probably be midnight at Jead's pub. Therefore, Type made a decision in his heart, and apparently nodded slowly to the teenager, "Well, thanks."

At that moment, Type didn't know if he'd made the right or wrong decision; all he could see was the boy's instantly happy smile and glittering eyes no different than when Tharn is happy.

Maybe I miss that guy too much.

Type thought to himself, and took out his phone to look at it, hoping to see a missed call from the person he missed in his heart, but he just thought too much! The phone was silent, not even a missed call, not even a single word from that person on the social app. This phenomenon can only mean one thing - Tharn is still mad at him. No, it's supposed to be still playing hard to get with him, waiting for him to coax it out.

Type was alone there thinking about another person, completely unaware of the teenager who was having a heart attack next to him.




Tharn ~ Type


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