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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 10; If you don’t trust

Tharn spent the whole afternoon preparing dinner for Type, took a long
time to clean up the kitchen and the house, imagined Type coming back
speechless at the sight and then grumbling at him for being so tired and
doing all this for him but his eyes were full of him and full of joy, even
though Type was… Always talking tough.
So, after the young man had prepared the surprise for his wife and put the
house in order, he drove to Type’s hospital, all the way with a smile on
Tharn’s face and stars twinkling in his beautiful eyes, from home to the
hospital where he sat in front of the departmental office waiting for his
beloved, the light never diminished.
Yes, Tharn had been sitting in the corner waiting for Type from the
beginning, keeping his eyes on the door, waiting for his lover to appear
there, then standing up and walking over to him, shouting his name in
excitement when he saw him. But it was not to be, as Type did not go
towards him but towards some young man in the other direction.
It was a strange teenager, Tharn thought it was one of Type’s patients, so
he sat down again, not wanting to interrupt his boyfriend’s work. He thought
he’d wait for Type to finish talking to the patient and then walk towards him,
then stand up and let him see him but… Type and the boy left straight away.
At first, Tharn tried not to think about it but when he saw the look in the
boy’s eyes, he lost it, because he’d seen that look in his boyfriend’s eyes
many times before.
Type never knew how attractive he was, no, he didn’t care how attractive
he was, people wanted to meet him, people fell for his charisma but he was
always the flower of the mountain, he didn’t give a shit about relationships,
that’s why Tharn was always like that. Don’t worry, it didn’t matter but now,
it does matter to him!
He felt that the closeness Type showed to the teenager went beyond his
relationship with his patient.
Type may not hide his true feelings from others but since he started
working, he has gradually learned how to show his feelings appropriately.
Tharn knew his wife, so he knew that the relationship between Type and the
boy was more than just a doctor-patient relationship and at the same time, a
name popped into his mind.
Faires!
Being so far away, Tharn couldn’t hear either of them but the message Tar
sent him to hurry back and the voice on the phone talking to Type entered
his mind and he finally realized that, during Type’s illness… The child had
been with Type the whole time.
In the meantime, Tharn’s eyebrows clench, anger fills his chest but he
keeps telling himself it’s nothing… There’s nothing between them.
Tharn calmed himself down like he always did but this time he couldn’t,
because he watched his wife go off with someone else.
No, you have to calm down Tharn, you know Type’s personality, if you’re
impulsive, he’ll be more impulsive than you.
Tharn got up and sneaked up on them, he didn’t know why he was
sneaking around, why he wasn’t running openly over to the boy and
identifying himself to him and also to see what Type would do next, so he
was sneaking around and following them.
But are you really going to sneak around like this, Tharn? You’ve followed
them to the parking lot!
Tharn tried to calm himself down but the thought of Type getting into
someone else’s car and following them set a fire in his chest and the point
was, why was he sneaking around like an outsider? He was Type’s husband,
for God’s sake! So Tharn tried to shout at them but Bang!
“Hey, Faires!”
The sound of a body hitting an object and Type screaming the boy’s name
sounded particularly jarring to Tharn, who knitted his brows and clenched his
fists, certain of the boy’s identity and that Type sounded worried. He
couldn’t see what was going on, so he walked around to see what was going
on “!!!!”
Tharn froze in shock at what he saw.
The one he loves the most is k-issing the other one.
At that moment, Tharn’s rage was at its peak, a fire burning in his chest,
his eyes wide in anger, the anger spreading throughout his body, feeling like
his body wasn’t his own and all his sanity was falling apart.
At that moment, all he wanted to do was punch Type in the face and yell, “There’s your
husband!!!!”

At that moment, the only thing he felt was anger and apart from anger, his
mind went blank.
At that moment, Tharn didn’t know what he was doing, his body reacted
before his mind, he rushed over to Type, yelling at him, not wanting to listen
to any explanation, his youthful misfortunes suddenly came to his mind.
In his life, he’s never met true love.
From the moment he started liking men, except San, all his loves were
shit, always cheated on, always chosen, always cuckolded, all the
misfortunes that told Tharn he’d never meet true love in his life, until he met
Type… He loved Type for seven years.
Seven years in love, Tharn thought Type would never be like the people
he’d met.
He thought that Type only loved him, that Type wouldn’t get involved with
anyone else, that he could trust Type’s feelings for him.
 Tharn didn’t know where his anger came from, or what he had done, he
just wanted the other man to know how much his heart hurt when he saw
the two of them k-issing, he didn’t care about Type’s personality anymore,
he knew he should calm down if he didn’t want to fight but he couldn’t take
it anymore, the painful memories were overwhelming him and this moment
was… Tharn has completely lost his mind.
The force of the punch from Type’s face wasn’t painful, nothing compared
to his heartache.
He wanted to get back at Type, wanted to make Type hurt as much as he
did but he couldn’t, he didn’t even have the strength to make a fist, all he
could do was look at Type in pain and question him loudly.
When he’s not home, is there someone else out there in this space all the
time?
He didn’t want to doubt Type, didn’t want to think about it but what he
saw with his own eyes was enough to make him explode and he even
wondered what would have happened to those two if he hadn’t stepped in to
stop them. He was so angry, so angry that no one could stop him and now
he had two choices, one was to stay there and fight until the sky broke, or to
go home and face an empty house… and he didn’t know which was which.
He doesn’t know which one to choose anymore.
Bang!
Tharn had returned home, slammed the door… The house is empty, there
is no trace of the man who said he was going home.
“Where are you going!!!”

From past experience, he knew that Type had gone elsewhere to calm
himself down first. Only now Tharn was drowning in anger and sadness, his
roar of rage echoing through the room, his fists clattering as he stormed into
the kitchen.
Bang! BANG! BANG!!
“Fu*ck! Ass- bleep–hole! Type betrayed me!”

The pot he’d spent all afternoon meticulously cooking was swept to the floor, the soup
spilled all over the floor, the pot hit the floor and bounced back with an ear-splitting
noise, the table full of prepared food was swept to the floor, Tharn’s chest growled like a
trapped animal and he put his hand over his heart.

“Type…” Tharn whispered his lover’s name, his heart aching to choke.

“You haven’t betrayed me, have you… You only have me, just as I only have you…
Right?” You didn’t betray me, did you?

I’m afraid there’s only one person who can answer that question.
 The question was too difficult for Tharn and his long body slumped on the
chair.

****

“Calm down! You need to calm down now Type! Calm down, use your head, don’t get
carried away!”

Type warned himself over and over again that he was sitting in the small garden next to
the swimming pool and the gym, trying to control his emotions so that he wouldn’t
explode and endanger the people around him and that he didn’t want to go home in
anger, lest he would have another fight with Tharn.

Now that he’s pissed and Tharn’s pissed, they’re going to have a showdown.

“You calm down, you know Tharn didn’t mean it.”

But Tharn’s words about not trusting him kept circling back to him and his
hands shook with anger at the thought.
Yes, Type’s hands were shaking so badly, he even looked pitiful, because
his loved ones didn’t trust him.
Type can’t remember how long it’s been since he experienced this kind of
pain, probably not since the day he met Tharn, because at that time, even
though they fought a lot, Tharn never said he didn’t trust him. But now,
Tharn had made his years of hard work worthless with just a few words.
Even if Tharn didn’t mean it, he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t feel that way.

“Do I seem so untouchable and unsteady?” Type raked his hair, clenched his back
teeth, gnawed his cheeks, a fire burned in his chest, wanted to shout,
wanted to yell at Tharn for the whole apartment to hear but always telling
himself to be calm, to be calm, impulse was the devil, it would ruin
everything.
Reason told him that Faires was the one who was wrong and he was the
one who was careless.
He’s in the wrong but if you want to blame him, blame that immoral brat.
If he hadn’t been concerned, worried about Faires getting hurt, he
wouldn’t have ended up being called names and insulted by his own
husband.
“It’s all because of you, you brat!”
Type cursed quietly and now he wanted to run back and kick that brat until
he couldn’t stand up again, only now there were more important things…
How’s that grumpy guy at home?
“It’s no good sitting here feeding the mosquitoes, you can’t escape the reality.” In the
end, Type told himself the truth and stood up with a constipated face, ready for a tough
fight, because in any case, it was not going to be over that easily.

Just tell him the k-iss was an accident.

Type took a deep breath, then inserted the key into the keyhole and gritted his teeth as
he entered “Tharn, you just have to push me like this don’t you!”

The house was unlit and dark, as if no one was home but he knew Tharn
must have come back and the other side had declared war on him, so he
didn’t turn on the lights. So, Type slapped the switch on the wall and the
house was instantly lit up and then, he saw,
“What are you doing!”

What happened to a normally neat and clean house that is now so full of messes!

The floor of the once-clean living room was littered with pillows and clothes,
which he was sure had been thrown everywhere in the laundry basket. Tharn
was sitting on the couch, two old beer cans at his feet… Yeah, he’s got a
third one in his hand.
As far as the eye can see and that’s just the living room, Type takes a
quick look in the direction of the kitchen… It must have been a mess too.
Upon hearing Tharn’s next reply, the already calmer crowd went ballistic.
“It’s my business what I do.”

“Tharn, you bastard! You had to be like this, didn’t you!”

Type thought Tharn would have calmed down too but he was still burning with rage and
his eyes were not warm at all, never thought Tharn, who was always calm, would yell at
Type, “What do you want from me? What do you want from me? What do you want me
to do, after seeing you screwing around with someone else? You tell me! You tell me
what do I do!!!!

“You fu*cking…”

Type really wanted to cuss Tharn but he restrained himself in time, he took a deep
breath, “It was an accident, I didn’t k-iss the kid, he k-issed me by force!”
He wanted Tharn to understand that at an age like Faires’s one must be impulsive and
ungrateful, that the boy had come to him of his own accord and that he simply wouldn’t
accept the boy.

But Tharn just scoffed and laughed: “The Type I know wouldn’t be stupid enough to be
k-issed!”

“Yes, I’m not stupid, not as stupid as you, like a big buffalo! Why don’t you listen to my
explanation!!!!”

Type felt that he was calm enough, his calmness had overshadowed his
hot temper but when he heard Tharn talking about him like that, he couldn’t
help but yell back, trying to get Tharn’s sanity back. It was his own fault, he
was careless but the kid said he was in pain, as a doctor, of course he had to
check the injury and he was an athlete once, when a kid on the team got
hurt, he was the first one to help.
Tharn completely ignored his explanations, which left Type feeling
suddenly powerless, feeling that his good intentions as a human being were
suddenly reduced to nothing.
“Listen to me, you stupid cow, he’s my patient, I saw him fall, I had to help him, you saw
someone fall, how could you not help him? Besides the kid might never be an athlete
again, that’s why I helped him, he pulled me down and k-issed me and I didn’t even
realize it!”

Type said loudly and breathlessly, his chest heaving with anger, his eyes flashing with a
terrible fury, looking at the person who was holding a beer can in his hand on the table,
who looked like he was listening to him carefully.

Stupid cow, you’ll be smart for once, he saw Tharn take a deep breath: “You let him into
our house didn’t you?”

“…”

Tharn’s rhetorical question left Type speechless for a moment and he just
watched the other man’s hand squeezing the beer can harder and harder.
“Why do you ask that?”

“Answer me!” Tharn’s tone was so serious, so terribly serious, Type had to answer
seriously:

“When I was sick…”

Bang! BANG!!
“How could you let him into our home!!!”

Type couldn’t believe that Tharn just threw the beer can right in front of his eyes and hit
the opposite wall, almost grazing him in the face.

“He came to visit me…”

“But you have no right to bring a concubine into this house!” (SCREAMS)!!!!!

Whatever mood Tharn was in when he said that, for Type… Well he blew up!

“How could you say such a thing to me!” Type fiercely grabbed Tharn by the collar and
yanked him towards him, his composure all but exhausted, his eyes hurt, his eyes filled
with disbelief, unable to believe that Tharn would say such a hurtful thing.

I didn’t realize Tharn was going to keep rubbing salt into his wounds: “Heh, I poked you
where it hurts!”

“Son of a bi*tch!!!” Type raised his fist, wanting to smash Tharn’s face in.

Type’s eyes seemed to burn with a fire that could destroy everything and finally, he
slumped his hand, gave the other man a hard shove and took a few steps backwards.

“If you don’t trust me that much…” Type clenched his fists, yelled fiercely, something he
never thought he’d say but this time he really couldn’t bear it.

“I think it’s best if we take some time apart.”

Then Type took a few steps back, looking at Tharn as if he were dumbfounded.

“Type…”

“Since you don’t trust me, let’s separate, now… I don’t want to see you again.”

He dragged his heavy legs back to the bedroom, grabbed the change of clothes and
stuffed them into his backpack, ignoring whether Tharn had followed him in or what, he
just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.

“Are you trying to go and be with that kid!!!!”

Tharn came in anyway and grabbed Type by the arm and Type looked back to see his
furious face and his eyes were terrifying.
Type gritted his teeth, shouted, “Let go!”

“I won’t let go! I don’t agree to a breakup, Type and you listen to me, I don’t agree to a
breakup! I don’t agree to a breakup!!!!!!!!”

Type pulled his arm back with all his might, not caring even if it had a long, bloody gash
made by his opponent’s nail, a fire burning in his heart at the moment.

“I didn’t say we were breaking up, I just said we were taking a break…”

“I’m not stupid and don’t think I don’t know what you mean by a time apart!!!!! You want
to go to that kid, just say so! You’re not sleeping with him already! You’re not sleeping
with him!!!! Say it!!!”

Type thought his words would calm Tharn down but it didn’t work and Tharn
was already so pissed off that he couldn’t say anything.
You think I slept with Faires when you weren’t home?! You think I slept
with Faires when you weren’t home?
He looked at the person he loved the most but hurt the most, he didn’t refute, didn’t
admit, didn’t deny, he just looked at him speechlessly, because he was so disappointed,
he tearfully replied: “If you think I’m such a womanizer, As you wish.”

After Type said that, he also stuffed the last piece of clothing into his
backpack and put it over his shoulder
Bang!
“I forbid you to abandon me. I forbid you to go to him!!!!”

This was the first time in Type’s memory that Tharn had used violence against him. The
drummer yanked him by the arm and slammed him against the closet door behind him
and the other guy was clutching his hand.

“Let go of me!”

“I’ll never let you leave me alone!”

With that, Tharn lowered his head into Type’s neck, almost biting into his chocolate skin.
Type gritted his teeth at the restless head beneath his eyes and normally, no, if this
hadn’t happened today, he would have been happy to see Tharn treat him this way and
would have been happy to treat him this way himself but now… He’d be more upset
than anything else.

Snap!
Type slammed the backpack down on Tharn’s head, Tharn stumbled backwards, Type
didn’t care if he was in pain or not and roared:

“Go to hell, ass- bleep–hole!!!!”

He turned around and ran out of the room, not caring if Tharn was beaten to
death or not, not caring if he was in pain or not, Type never wanted to see
his face again, never wanting to see his furious face full of mistrust, never
wanting to hear any disparaging remarks about his cheating. Come to think
of it, what did Tharn do that a normal person could do?
He’s trying to boss me around. He thinks he can solve all his problems in
bed!!!!
It more than tripled Type’s anger, except, what Type didn’t expect… He
cried.
Tears, where do they come from? Type did not know but why did they fall
one by one, like beads with broken strings? He didn’t know why he was
crying, he just stretched out his hand and wiped his face, his footsteps were
hurried, he reached the door of the apartment building, he didn’t know
where to go, he raised his hand and hailed a taxi, leaving this sad place as
fast as possible. Why is he so sad? Why are you crying for that ass- bleep–
hole who won’t listen to your explanations?
Why, Type, why do you let this happen? Why!

****

“Kla, help me with my pants.”

“Phii No, just come out like this, it’s so s-xxy!”

“I don’t think it’s s-xxy, I think it’s erotic.”

In the luxurious apartment where the heir of a pharmaceutical company

lives, Techno was covering his sensitive parts with both hands, blushing with
shame and feeling annoyed at his own stupidity. Can’t he make it up to Kla
when he complains that they haven’t done anything for a week? Techno
always goes soft.
No, are you out of your mind? You’re so soft that you’d wear a thong for
each other!
It’s a bit chilly down there.
 Kiki and his balls were barely covered from the front but it was hard to
explain the rest… Techno cursed Kla for coming up with such a stupid idea…
Are you crazy? I’ll show my a*ss to no one!
Of course, no matter how much Techno asked Kla to give him a pair of
normal pants, the guy sitting on the couch was indifferent, admiring his
beauty with a fiercely impetuous smile, finding the hair on No’s calves s-xxy
as hell, the look in his eyes… It’s like he’s on top of him.
Are you trying to run me through with your eyes?!
“Phii No, come here, let me hug you.”

Honestly, No didn’t want to walk up to him like this but he didn’t want to do it anyway
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring Oh, shit!

Just when everything was going in the direction Kengkla had imagined, the doorbell
suddenly rang and Kla cursed, saying who came at the wrong time. Instead, Techno
smiled, he took three quick steps backwards, then turned and walked into the bedroom.

“You have a visitor, so I’ll go put on my pants.”

The cooked duck flew away and Kengkla, the big bad wolf, greeted the people at the
door in his heart.

“Who, if it’s nothing important, I promise to curse you until you doubt your life!”

Although he was unforgiving, Kla got up to open the door, thinking that even if it was his
own parents, he would get rid of them in 2 minutes and go back to molest his wife.
However, when the door opened, Kla was instantly annoyed “Why is my life so bitter!”

That’s right, standing in the doorway is his old enemy… Type.

He’s the one who got in the way of his love and because of him, he’s let No get away
from the big bad wolf more times than I can count.

“Where is No?”

“Not here.”

“Okay, I’ll go in and get him.”

Damn it! He always know I’m lying!

Kengkla sighed and watched as the plague swaggered into his house. But… If Kengkla
was right, Type was looking strange today.

“Are you alright?”

“Huh, you’re concerned about me?”

“If you weren’t my wife’s friend, I wouldn’t care about you.” Kla said sullenly, Type just
laughed lowly, which sounded very strange to Kla’s ears.

“Yeah, then your wife’s friend was going to interrupt…”

“Yeah?”

“Aw, Type, what’s so important? I can’t believe you came to my door.” While Kla was
trying to ask what was bothering him, No had blushed and walked out of the room and
greeted his friend loudly, wondering why Type had suddenly come to his door. Type
looked at his best friend and said the last thing the owner of the apartment wanted to
hear.

“No, can I stay here for a couple of nights?”

“No…”

“Yes, of course, you can stay as many nights as you want… Right, Kla?”

Kengkla’s “no” was swallowed but his wife agreed too fast and looked at him with hope,
how could he say no to his wife who loves her and obeys her in everything? He could
only gnash his teeth and say the words with Mars: “Phii Type, as you wish…”

There’s a little man inside who’s throwing things around the house and growling Type,
I hate you! I hate you!!!!
~ TharnType The Series~

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