Why R U? Because of Love? Chapter 00: Nagging Parents

Why R U? Because of Love? Chapter 00: Nagging Parents

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Everyone in this world has a dream.

I also have a dream … but how many people will be able to achieve their dreams.

Of course, in all these dreamers one of them will achieve their dreams… but that person is not me.

I am not even close to being successful.

My dreams were not as big as someone who dreams of being an astronaut flying to the otherworld or to dive under the earth because what I dreamed against someone might seem too ordinary.

Yes, I want to be a writer. Read more

Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 22: The Vow of Love

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 22: The Vow of Love

In the apartment belonging to the two young men, two bowls of porridge on a small table, two glasses full of water next to them and two chairs that had not been” blessed” for a month.

“What a familiar porridge.”

“Will you stop asking me?” Type doesn’t want to say more.

“I want to know.” Tharn is again the master of getting what he wants.

Type had to turn his face to avoid Tharn’s gaze,” I called to ask for Tar’s.”

“Tar?”

Type hated to explain, no, he could explain, but if he had to say something nasty, it would be too hard for him to say, but looking at the face of the person who would fly to see him every week, he wanted to know. “Tar taught you to cook, didn’t he? But because of that Faires guy, I blew it. I wanted to do it for you this time, to surprise you and that’s all I wanted, so I called Tar and he taught me… Well, that’s it.”

   Sorry, Tharn’s mouth has gone crazy!

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

“Don’t you want to speak to me in monk-ish anymore?”

   Type lamented that if he kills now, will all the virtue he’s gained from being a monk be destroyed?

   Of course he doesn’t know how hard it is to force himself not to be ashamed when Tharn sees him after shaving, he’s not a man of modesty, even if he’s being ordained doesn’t mean he won’t be shy, of course he’s shy and there’s still a lot of things he can’t do well, luckily he’s not the only one there who’s in this predicament…

   Tharn’s gesture of paying tribute to the monk was so funny that Type himself couldn’t help but shiver with laughter.

   But if a man like Tharn, who had hardly ever been to a temple, could do it, then of course he could do it too. He tried to keep his mind at peace, to remind himself that he was a monk and had to be pampered, but he was also a man of the world, who said he didn’t need to be visited, didn’t want to be overworked, but in his heart he couldn’t stop waiting for Tharn to come.

   He didn’t know if this monkhood was a virtue or a sin!

   The first week as a monk, Type admitted that it was a tough time, adjusting himself to many things that he was not used to, one of which was missing… But he can’t blame anyone for this, he made this decision right after he reconciled with his husband.

   At that time, he really wanted to ask and know how they were doing, but he had to restrain himself because of his status, so when the Abbess told him the auspicious date for his reincarnation, he didn’t hesitate to choose the earliest date.

   If he had to wait two more weeks, he would have had a hard time.

   To be honest, Type wanted to come back as soon as he was reincarnated, but he still had things to tell his parents, so he would come back after he did his duty as a filial son.

   Who said that only Tharn was excited to see him? When he saw Tharn standing in the kitchen like that, he was thrilled beyond belief!

“Is that how the benefactor wants the poor monk to talk to you?” Type said, using the same way he had been talking for the past month at the temple.

“Yes.”

“Are you the devil? You didn’t even know how I was depressed at the time. Don’t make me talk like that again, you know? During my ordination, I almost blurted out “you son of a bi-tch” a few times. And the problem of waking up early. I don’t talk about waking up with shit in my eyes, but I couldn’t stand waking up early like the monks. There wasn’t a single sitting session where I wasn’t in a meditative state. Because the monks didn’t eat after lunch, my stomach rumbled every day. I object to that, you know I have to eat a lot for dinner every day. Damn, it’s only a sin for me to spit… Hey, you! What are you smiling at, is your mouth paralyzed?”

Well, that’s progress, I’m spouting off and Tharn’s laughing, thinking he’s gonna yell at me for saying that.

“Because you’re shy.”

“F-ck you, I’m not!”

    I’m not mad at you!

“You’re shy, you’re really shy.”

“I said not shy!”  Type cranked up the volume.

Tharn shook his head and laughed: “Your face is so red right now and you talk a lot when you’re shy and you don’t have to touch your head all the time, it’s a new hairstyle now, little baldy…”

”Baldhead my left nut, my hair’s just short!”“ Type knew he was speaking out loud to hide his shyness, but his face burned when he was poked.

“I’m not saying anything about you. I’m just saying, you can be shy without fear…” Tharn smiled and said, Type looked up, the spooned hand was in front of him and he saw… his hand was trembling.

“Because I’m so happy to see you that I can’t stop shaking.”

   Tharn’s words were very direct, Type lowered his head disguisedly, looked at the cold porridge in the bowl and finally burst out laughing, the corners of his mouth turned upward and finally turned into a big smile.

   Seven years together, seven years, but only a short time apart and the atmosphere feels like we’re courting each other all over again.

   Tharn laughed too and their laughter echoed through the house, which had been quiet for a long, long time.

   The mood in the room was noticeably lighter and the two of them continued to gorge themselves on bowls of porridge as if they hadn’t had it before and although Type didn’t make it as good as Tar did, or any other professional chef for that matter, Tharn thought it was delicious… The best food he’d had in months!

“This is the bed I longed for.”

Type was the cook, so Tharn was in charge of the dishes, so he went to take a shower first, when he came out, he found that Tharn had already washed the dishes in the bathroom outside and was now working in front of his laptop, he went over and laid down on the soft bed.

   The bed at home was fine, but he was guessing that he was so used to the softness and comfort of it that I can’t help but get sleepy when I lie down on it.

“Is it that comfortable?”

“Well, you can’t understand my back pain if you’ve only slept in this bed.” Type rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes to look at Tharn, who had already shifted his attention from the computer to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, you mean this, the online music store, I told you about this afternoon,”

   During the meal, Tharn did say that he had some free time last month, so he started to find spare time to do something and he is studying music, so he knows many people in this area. He consulted the older sister about opening an online shop, also gained a lot of useful advice and suggestions, it seems to be serious.

“Are you free now?”

“Tharn… Let’s make an oath.”

“…”

Type knew that Tharn would not be prepared for this. Seeing the dumbfounded expression on his face, Type had no choice but to continue his explanation, “I have discussed this with my parents, I have decided to live in Bangkok permanently, because you are here. My parents also respect my decision, because it’s the life I’ve chosen, so I want to tell you, I’m going to stay here with you and if you remember to take your vows… I don’t really know what you’ll decide, but I’ll give you my word.”

Type blushed and scratched his head, then sat down on the bed with his body propped up, gazing at Tharn who was still stunned.

“Didn’t your parents tell you about the B&B?”

   Well, actually this is something that Type had agreed with his parents before he went back to Bangkok.

“They said they’d sell it or give it to me as an inheritance if it ever got out of hand and they fail to manage it and I could do whatever I wanted with it, so I asked them… Well, I didn’t ask your opinion on the matter, I asked them if they would like to come and live with us in Bangkok. I’m unemployed now, but I’ll try to find a new job and I’ll try to buy a house and I’ll bring the two of them to live here.”

Tharn listened attentively and shook his head after Type’s words. Type shouted,” Come on, yeah, it’s my fault for not asking your opinion first, but…”

“No, no, I’m not shaking my head because you invited your parents to live with us, which I agree with a hundred percent, you’re an only child, if they wanted to come to live with us, I wouldn’t say a word against it, I’m shaking my head because you said you wanted to work hard and earn money alone… This has to be our family’s issue!” Tharn got up and took Type’s hand and held it tightly, his eyes and his face serious.

“I’ll try myself… We’ll work on it together!”

“…” Tharn had no words.

“Your answer to…”

Tharn smiled in return and after a long time said,” Well, my answer is, your future is my future too… Let’s do it together.”

Why? Why did Tharn’s words sound so much more beautiful than the ”I love you” he’s been saying a million times? Maybe it’s because it’s not just about love, it’s not just about feelings, it’s about action, about creating a real future together, a future that they can build together.

   Damn it! I never thought I’d hear someone say something like that to me!

   He and Tharn met as teenagers when they were freshmen in college. They fell in love, but never talked about what they wanted to do or be in the future, until today.

   He has parents to support and Tharn is willing to share that responsibility with him.

   For the last seven years, he never thought two people would talk about the future so solemnly.

“Tharn.” He took Tharn’s hand back, his voice trembling and looked up at the other man, seeing that his normally calm eyes were now firm and serious.

   Now Tharn has accepted everything about him and he…

“You listen to me…” Type had made his decision, he took a deep breath and made the most important vow of his life to Tharn.

“I, Type, hereby vow that you and you alone, in pain or in pleasure, for richer or for poorer, will be with you all the days of your life.”

   Type didn’t know what it was like to swear in the name of love, he just wanted to tell Tharn what was in his heart, Tharn had a stunned expression on his face, his grip on his hand increased and he took a deep breath.

“I, Tharn, hereby vow that no matter what happens, no matter what we go through together, I will always be by Type’s side… For richer or poorer, in pain or in happiness, you will be my one and only.”

   Tharn’s voice trembled so much, Type could feel it even through the contact, their hands firmly clasped together. Type’s smile grew wider and wider and although their vows had no witnesses, no officiant and were not as formal as others’ weddings, the vows were made from their hearts.

   They didn’t need any witnesses, as long as they found the right person, the man who once wanted to tell the world about his relationship with Type had the same idea as Type at the moment, he leaned over and hugged Type and Type hugged him back.

   They didn’t say anything else, they just held each other tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment.

“What are we doing here?” After a long time, Type chortled, suddenly feeling his breath quicken.

Tharn chuckled as well,” We’ll go buy the ring some other time.”

“Well, each one does half the work.”

   At the end of the sentence, Type was silent, Tharn was silent too and the quiet atmosphere was not awkward, but just quiet and enjoyed the silence.

   There may be arguments, anger and even separation in their future, but the promise they make today is not just words, it is a promise sealed in their hearts, a promise that lets them know that no matter what happens, they will support each other for the rest of their lives.

   At this moment, Type’s inner world was cheering: Although my lover is a man, I am the luckiest man.

“I love you!”

Type spoke the words as his heart moved and the next thing he heard was Tharn’s response.

“I love you too!”

~The Actual End~

T/N 1: I want to extend my thanks to all reader and a certain someone who get me the novel you are appreciated and I wish the best ever for you

 

 

 

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 21: A Little Happiness

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 21: A Little Happiness

“Brother Tharn, don’t forget your stuff, mom prepared it for you yesterday.”

“I put it in a duffel bag.”

“What time are you arriving?”

“If we make the 10 o’clock boat, we’ll be there by noon.”

“Won’t we be in time for the monk’s lunch hour (11 a.m.)?”

“Probably won’t make it in time.”

“What about fresh food?”

“I think I’d better not, I’ll drop by to see him in the morning, I’d better go over there and get ready myself.”

On Saturday morning, Tharn woke up early in the morning to do some work, because he had to catch his flight and his sister was there to remind him if there was anything he had forgotten. Since Tharn had to work on weekdays, he couldn’t prepare anything by himself, so he went back to his parents’ place on Friday after work to stay overnight and buy some things to take to Surat Thani. Well, it’s the second week to do the same thing.

“Tharn, the taxi’s here.”

“Thanks, Mom, I’ll be going then.”

“Brother, have a safe trip, tell Type that I miss him.”

“You should call him Abbot”

“Hey, I’m not used to calling Type brother.”

Tharn couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that his sister was calling her monkish boyfriend by his first name, but she couldn’t blame her, they had hardly been to the temple, so they weren’t familiar with the customs and name changes, nor were they used to them. He himself is also adjusting to these changes in many ways.

Type had told him that he didn’t need to visit him every week, but Tharn kept his promise, even if it meant sacrificing his vacation time, he would rush to the airport early in the morning, wait until Sunday afternoon and fly back.

Tharn never dreamed that he could be so serious and in love with someone so overwhelmingly.

Tharn eagerly jumped into the car, his sister’s voice behind him said,” Mom look at him, every Saturday my brother Tharn smiles so happily.”

“Because he’s happy.”

   After a week of hard work, Tharn’s handsome face always had a big smile on it every Saturday and everyone could see how happy he was.

   If the five days of work were just tiring, then Tharn felt that all the fatigue had vanished when he was able to see his beloved at the weekend, even if one of them was ordained and they could not touch or kiss each other.

“Mother, do you ever feel that the more time passes, the more Tharn loves Type, to the point where he can’t help himself?”

Thanya’s words made her mother, who was preparing her breakfast, laugh softly,” They’ve been together long enough, it’s not just love.”

“What do you mean by that?” Thanya tilted her head quizzically.

“There’s more than love, there’s ties that can’t be broken, there’s true love… Tharn and Type may have realized that there was more between them than just love and affection, there was a bond between them, a true love. This bond between them, not even some heterosexuals can achieve, it is the reason why they were so committed to each other.”

“But they fight a lot.”

“But they always get back together, even more in love.”

Tharn’s mother put breakfast in front of her daughter, while Thanya said to herself with her chin in her hand,” How love is so elusive.”

“Love, that’s for grown-ups and with the way your brother Thorn worries about you, it’ll probably be another ten years before you have it.”

Hearing her mother’s words, Thanya was even more depressed, she put her hands together and prayed to the heavens,” Please God, please let brother Thorn have a daughter soon, so that he will move on and let go of me. I also want to have a love like Tharn and Type… no, like Lung Tharn!”

The mother couldn’t help but listen to her daughter’s ramblings, she too wanted her daughter to be as happy as her son and although his son didn’t fall in love with girls as was generally accepted in society, a few years had been enough to prove that even if he did fall in love with a homosexual, he was no less happy than any other heterosexual person.

And, her son is so happy that everyone around him is jealous of him!

   It took almost half a day to travel from home to the airport, wait for a flight to Surat Thani and then take a boat to Pang’an Island, but Tharn, who had just landed, did not go to his boyfriend’s house to drop off his luggage.

   People might say he’s crazy, it’s only a month and it can be over in a breath, why don’t you just wait in Bangkok until your boyfriend is dead and then pick him up? It’s already a sign of dedication to do that, why do you have to go through all this? Tharn didn’t do it to impress or praise his loyalty. He did it because he wanted to do it.

   It’s not someone else’s happiness, it’s his own.

   His happiness is now dressed in monk’s robes, he has shaved his head, he is being ordained and even though it is inappropriate for him to come here all the time at this time, as long as he can see the other person’s smile, he can see the other person’s face, he can see the other person’s eyes, he can see that the other person is still safe and sound, even if he wastes a lot of time on the road, he will be happy.

   Tharn admitted that he had hardly ever made any alms or tributes to the monks in the past, but last week he was so silly that the lady who came to the temple to do the deeds couldn’t bear to see him, so he taught him how to do the deeds.

   At that moment, the young man was kneeling, carrying the prepared food to the monk.

Already more skilled at what he was doing than the first time, Type spoke up,” Looks a lot more familiar oh.”

“No Abbot, there’s still a lot I don’t understand.”

“For the benefactor, this is good enough.”

Tharn smiled, he wasn’t used to the change in name-calling and Type looked a little unnatural, but better, probably because he’d been a monk for two weeks now and his cold, hard exterior had softened.

“How have you been?”

“Good, I’m getting used to it. The problem at first was getting up early, but now I’m used to it… Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing to smile about, Abbot.”

It wasn’t that Tharn was laughing at the gentlemanly way of speaking, he was laughing at the thought of someone who couldn’t get up from sleep on weekends, even though he usually woke up earlier than he did and on his days off he couldn’t wake up at all and sometimes he would get kicked out of bed when he did.

By the look on Type’s face, Tharn knew that the other man would have guessed why he was smiling.

“How are your parents?” Type changed the subject.

Tharn, of course, was happy to change the subject, because even though they had shaved their heads and become monks, their personalities couldn’t just change and they still talked about normal things.

“Mother and Father are fine, they asked about you, wanted to know how you’re doing. Thorn is busy too, Thanya has recently signed a new brand endorsement deal, so she’s been studying and working at the same time, so she’s been very busy and I’ve asked the maid to clean the house during the week when I have some free time.”

At Type’s puzzled look, Tharn went on to explain,” I come here on my days off, so I don’t have time to clean and I’ve needed some help from my family lately.”

“You don’t have to come every week.” Type interrupted with a look of disapproval on his face.

Tharn was incredibly serious: “Don’t you try to stop me, I want to come, let me.”

Type sighed, a little embarrassed, but still said,” Alas! You have left my heart unsettled.”

Tharn just laughed and then changed the subject and as much as he wanted to make fun of the other person, this was really not the right time.

“Coming every week, I’m going to starting collecting the room charge.”

“This Tharn sleeps in Type’s room. What kind of room charge do you want to do now?”

“Well, you’re biased, always on his side.”

Tharn thought his boyfriend’s father had softened up for him, but he still made a bad face every time he came here, especially when the old man’s foot had healed and he could work on his own and he looked scarier than before, but… he wasn’t scared. He’s not afraid, in other words, he’s used to it.

   He’d been a little scared at first, but after seven years he’d learned to deal with it and besides…

“I’ve seen you standing and sitting since noon, waiting for Tharn to arrive… What a stubborn old man.” Type’s mother exposes it and the exposer puts on a fierce face, but still refuses to admit: “Who’s talking tough, I’m afraid he’ll get lost or fall off the boat and die, how worried Type will be if that happens!”

“Thank you Dad, for your concern.”

“Who cares about you?” The other man raised his voice.

Tharn couldn’t help but smile,” Oh yes, Thanya has sent a dessert for you.”

   The idea Type gave him before he was born was pretty useful.

   Tharn laughed out loud at the thought and saw his boyfriend’s father flinching for a moment before rushing over to the bag in Tharn’s hand, the man was looking very fond of his cute little sister.

“Look at you, I’m not bragging, the old man tells everyone he knows Thanya, he blows a rainbow farts, says she’s a good actress, she’s got a good personality, she’s cute, everyone in the village knows, it’s a laugh, he wanted a daughter-in-law like that and he got it.”

Tharn received the signal and immediately confirmed,” Yeah, yeah, when I was a kid everyone said Thanya and I looked alike.”

“That was when you were a kid. Look at myou now. I don’t see the resemblance! Where’s the promised dessert? Where’s the dessert? Give it to me. You too, go and take a bath, then come and eat.” The stubborn old man changed the subject, Tharn didn’t want to tease the old man, bowed down, took out the dessert and handed it to Type’s father, then went to his familiar room.

Once upon a time, this had become his other home… Maybe he felt the same way as Type did when he was there.

“Two more weeks.” Tharn muttered to himself, lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, then stretched out his hand and clasped it.

“It’s only two weeks.”

He hadn’t figured out what he’d do the first time they met after Type’s ordination, maybe he’d… hold the other man tightly.

“I’m going back to Bangkok.”

“Safe travels.”

“Well! You need to take care of yourself.”

Sunday, before he knew it, it was noon and Tharn came to say goodbye to Type, who was standing there smiling at him, wanting to hug him, wanting to touch him, wanting to feel the warmth of his body, but all he could do was clasp his hands and salute him.

“You need to take care of yourself, too, instead of eating out all the fast food boxes that aren’t nutritious.”

“I’ll wait for you to come back and do it for me.”

“Tharn!”

Tharn couldn’t help but say those words and Type added his tone, as if to remind him.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be going. I’m afraid I’ll do something inappropriate if I stay here any longer.” Tharn said, he didn’t want to go, but he had a plane to catch and if he stayed any longer, he would miss him, which was taboo for the difference in their status one was a monk and one was a civilian.

“I’ll see you next week.”

“Alas! I’m too lazy to advise you, so go home and be safe.”

Tharn smiled at him, then got into Type’s father’s car and Type’s father drove him to the dock to catch a boat.

The stubborn Type’s father asked,” What are coming time next week, I’ll pick you up then… But don’t get co-cky, I’m only doing this as a favor to Type.”

“Thanks, Dad, I’ll call you again to make sure.” Tharn laughed softly, already counting the days until next week.

As he boarded the boat, the sea breeze blowing in his face, looking further and further away from the island, Tharn said to himself,” I’ll see you in a week.”

“What did you say Yankee! You’ve been flying every weekend to see Type… Pfft, Abbot Type? Seriously?”

“It’s been three weeks since I’ve done it.”

“ Gee, you’re good at that, Tharn.”

Today, the week was only half over and our man Tharn had to be at home to receive a visit from a friend and a friend’s young husband, Techno, who was carrying something for him to take to Type.

   How Techno came to return something, bought something to take to Type and it’s a long story.

   He wanted to help Type when he was shaved, but he was too busy with work after the long vacation, so he hadn’t seen Type since then.

“What’s the matter, Brother No, if you were to become a monk, I’d come and see you every day?”

Tharn expressed his frustration at Kengkla’s shamelessness. He really gave up his face to get No’s attention.

“Oh, you don’t have to see me every day because I became a monk during my sophomore break. Didn’t my brother tell you?” When No said that, Kengkla froze for a second, saying, ”Hey, I didn’t know that.”

“It was just a novitiate, when my grandmother died, so I went on a novitiate to pray for her and I didn’t even know you sophomore year.”

Kla’s face was heavy, just like Type said… He already knew Techno from head to toe, but Techno didn’t know anything and silly No turned around and kept talking to Tharn.

“So, you’re picking Type up next week?”

“Not sure, I don’t know much about this stuff either, mum said to check the yellow calendar for luck, maybe a week’s delay in getting back.”

At first he was disappointed to hear the news, but he didn’t want to upset Type, so he just smiled and said it was okay, it was just another week to wait.

“How do you put up with it?”  asked Kengkla suddenly.

“Why can’t you put up with it?”  Tharn retorted, Kla sighed heavily, put her arm around No’s shoulder and said, ”I’m just thinking, if I’d been apart from Brother No for that long… I’d have ra-ped him already.”

Snap!

Techno slapped his boyfriend hard on the head, cursing, ”Guilty as charged.”

The little wolfhound blinked innocently, raised his hand to rub his beaten head, lowered his head and spoke in a rather sad tone,” I love you too much, is that wrong?”

If Type had been there to hear him say that… He’d have snickered. Probably would’ve rolled his eyes, Tharn shook his head, then sighed, feeling sorry for his friend.

“Hey! I didn’t say anything to you, don’t get emotional, Kla.”

This Techno is spoiling his little hubby too much too!

“Heh! No, I’m gonna have to give you a good scolding when Type gets back.” Tharn added.

Kla snapped, ”Let him be a monk for the rest of his life, so he doesn’t come back to haunt us.”

Tharn knew Kla didn’t mean what he said, but the thought of Type becoming a monk for life… Even though he’d said he’d wait forever, he’d feel instantly sad.

No saw the look on Tharn’s face, then smacked his little boyfriend upside the head and quickly changed the subject, ”Tharn, I think you’d better hear this news, it’s about Faires, did you know that Type took care of him?”

“Got it.” Tharn nodded.

“Oh yeah? He told you all about it? Anyway, I didn’t like the way the kid acted at first, but now I kind of feel sorry for him. Kla’s still following up on the kid and I hear he’s been threatened to death by his friends, which is fine if they really love him, but I think it’s more likely he’s being bullied.”

Techno said with a frightened look on his face and thought to himself, it would be horrible if he also met such a scum.

“I think he deserves it, who told him to get his hands on someone who’s already married? He’s got me in trouble too.” He don’t know what’s going on between them, but Kengkla’s face looks like he’s got a grudge against the kid.

“And it’s not because you’re a pain in the ass! By the way Tharn, what do you think about this?”

Tharn just laughed and said,” I don’t have any idea, but if he tries to mess with us again… I will not tolerate it.”

“…”

Probably because the look of hatred on Tharn’s face was so obvious, his friend as well as his friend’s little boyfriend all immediately went silent, Tharn had to change the subject to lighten the mood,” How do you think I should greet him?”

“99 roses plus a candlelit dinner at the Sky Restaurant, so you stay with him and let him nott bother us anymore!”

“Kla, that’s you, not Type and if Tharn does what you say, he’ll get a flower in his face.”

Both Tharn and Techno knew Type very well, so Tharn smiled at Techno’s words and his nerves relaxed and he thought to himself… It’s only a week away.

It’s just a matter of time and he’s back.

“Brother Tharn, are you coming to dinner today?”

“I’m not free today.”

“Aw, I see you’ve been busy lately, you got a date?”

“Well, it’s an important date, so I’ll be off.”

Friday afternoon, as soon as the alarm went off, Tharn said goodbye to his colleagues who had invited him to dinner, because today he had to go home to get his things ready and then catch a plane to the south… This is the fourth week he’s been there.

Tharn was calling home,” Mom, have you bought the things I asked you to buy?”

“It’s all bought, water, food, personal effects and fruit, by the way isn’t Type going to return to the faith?”

“I don’t know for sure yet either, what if it’s going to be delayed another week, so I’d better have something ready just in case.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to prepare.”

Tharn’s mother, like others, thought that since she was reincarnated, there was no need to prepare too many things. But Tharn wanted to do this, even if it was unnecessary, it could still be used for merit.

“Tharn, you’re going back to your apartment to get your bag first, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going to take a shower.” Tharn replied, looking at the road ahead, he thought he’d be stuck in traffic for a while before he got home, probably late at his parents’ house.

“Mom, you don’t have to wait for me, I won’t be home until late.”

“Well, I won’t wait for you.”

He didn’t know if it was Tharn’s delusion, but he always thought his mother sounded excited.

“Maybe I’m overreacting.” Tharn mumbled as he put the phone down on the passenger seat, then put his hands on the steering wheel, mentally going over what he was going to do next, the food he was going to offer the monks, the clothes he was going to wear to meet Type and that was about it.

   Tharn thought, as the car pulled up to the apartment.

   As he had done for weeks, Tharn locked his car, got his things out of the car, took the elevator upstairs, went back to the apartment where they both lived and opened the door with his free hand. The house should be as dark as it had been for the past month or so, but today was a bit strange.

“Did I forget to turn off the lights?”

The light from the living room illuminated the apartment and Tharn couldn’t help but frown,” Probably the babysitter forgot to turn it off.”

The house was so organized that Tharn thought his mother had sent the babysitter over to clean it up, just like she had done so many times before. He walked straight into the house and set his things down on the coffee table, when suddenly the smell hit his nose and he strode into the kitchen, following the aroma.

   The pot was on the stove and on the glazed counter was an assortment of seafood, shrimp, squid and blanched fish, all neatly arranged in plastic bowls.

   The aroma of the soup hit his nose, not the aroma that froze him, but the familiar look of the soup as if he had seen it before.

   Bang!

   Suddenly, there was a sound of a door opening from the bedroom, Tharn turned his face to look and then he stared with wide eyes, his hand tightened unconsciously holding the lid of the pot and saw the half-open door being opened from inside…

“Ow, you’re back.”

“!!!” Tharn couldn’t say anything, he just stood there, staring at the man in the doorway… Type.

   The man no longer wore a yellow monk’s robe, but shorts and a T-shirt and his face looked a little uncomfortable, for the short, once dark hair was gone and only the short stubble that had sprouted from his blue scalp was visible. It was uncomfortable, but it was definitely the man he loved the most.

“Why?” That’s all Tharn could say, an open-ended question.

“Oh, you mean about the ordination? The abbot said the auspicious days are only the day before yesterday and the end of next month, so I’ve decided to end it the day before yesterday, I was not even a monk for a month, only 26 days… I’ve only got 26 days…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t have time to tell you, the Abbot asked me and I said yes then I left back from the monastery, I stayed home for a day and came back… Can you stop looking at me like that? Is it weird? My hairstyle…” Type said and stroked his bald head and looked away, he wasn’t used to his look.

Type continued,” I was going to call you when I got back, but I called our mom first and I was afraid you’d get something for me again, so our mom suggested that I give you a SURPRISE…”

Pong!

Before Type could finish his sentence, Tharn threw down the lid and rushed over to the other man, hugging him tightly, feeling each other’s body heat, feeling the other man’s body stiffen for a moment and then hugging him back tightly.

“You’re back, you’re really back!”

“Well, I’m back, who do you think I am?” As rude as Type’s tone sounded, he wasn’t angry, because this was the Type he knew.

   During Type’s monastic training, he was really uncomfortable talking to Type like that and now this was the most realistic moment. Type patted him on the back and whispered in his ear.

“Thanks for waiting for me…”

  Tharn didn’t answer the other man, just held him tighter, tighter, tighter… He’s really back!

~ TharnType The Series~

 

Seven Years After, Chapter 20: An important part: TTTS Chapters Home: Seven Years After, Chapter 22: The Vow of Love

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 20: An important part

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 20: An important part

“Hello Uncle, I heard from my brother Tharn that you are also following my work, thank you.”

“T… T… T… Type!”

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“It’s… This is… Is this really Thanya herself? Is this voice her own voice too!!!!”

“Of course, did you think that sister Thanya came to our house out of your imagination?”

  Type had never seen his father shy, today was his lucky day.

   Today is the last day of the Thai New Year holiday, most of the tourists have returned to the city, but Type’s beach house has welcomed a wave of guests to join the blessing, including a special group of guests… Type’s boyfriend’s family… The Kiriguns

   There was an old man here who had once been able to kill a brown bear with his bare hands, stiff as a board, shaking his legs like chaff and who would have fainted on the spot if he had been stimulated even a little, standing in front of a young girl with long, straight, black hair, a lovely face and a sweet smile. It’s knotted.

   Type’s father was lost for words, he grabbed his son’s neck and started whispering to each other, just like a young boy who is excited to meet the girl he loves for the first time.

“Uncle, are you all right?”

“No, no, no, no, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m healthy and strong, I’ll show you a muscle!” Type’s father did have a southern accent, but because of the speed of his speech, Thanya tilted her head in confusion, but she still smiled adorably at Type’s father, it was like an electric shock to the old man.

“Gee, what are you so excited about, old man? Get out of the way… Hello Thanya, thank you so much for coming to our house.” Type’s mother gave Type’s father a push on the shoulder, then approached Thanya, smiling kindly at Tharn’s parents and sister (who was now firing charm waves at Type’s father to help her brother).

“No, it’s not a problem at all, when the family knew Type was going to be a monk, everyone in the family wanted to come no matter what and we’ve been wanting to come for a long time, we should be the ones to say sorry for taking so long.” Tharn’s mother smiled a smile as sweet as her own daughter’s.

“Gee, I’d like to thank you, our Type always has trouble with your family in Bangkok.”

“No trouble, no trouble at all really, we’re the ones who bother Type, he cooks for us every break… Tharn’s father was very fond of heavy spiced Thai food.”

“He likes Thai food, I thought…”

“Yeah, they all have Western faces, but they all like Thai food enthusiast and Tharn’s the only one who likes Western food.”

The two mothers were chatting away and as the conversation was about to turn to their two sons, Type immediately turned to Tharn’s father, who was looking around with curious eyes.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I just called to tell you, I actually wanted to come to the house and invite you guys to come with me but I just didn’t have time to go.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy, I’m just curious as to why you suddenly decided to become a monk.” Father Tharn let out a hearty laugh, then pulled Type around his neck and hugged him affectionately.

“It’s better to become a monk sooner rather than later, because your son will die of lovesickness.” Type said and raised his eyebrows, Tharn’s father laughed even louder.

Tharn, on the other hand, sighed.

“Well, don’t you be pitiful, don’t you think you can escape me like that?”

“I’m not pitiful… Daddy, where’s brother Thorn?”

Well, don’t think I don’t know you’re changing the subject.

“Ahem, he’s… He’s busy working.”

“Just tell Type you’re excited to get here and leave all your work to Thorn. Thorn flies here tomorrow afternoon, in time for your initiation.” Tharn’s mother turned to Tharn’s father, who turned his face away.

They say the older you get, the more you look like a child and Type finally understands the truth of that.

Look to the left… His father is as intoxicated with the charm of the love child as a little fan; look to the right… The foreign father is as excited as a child over a monkhood ceremony.

“Oh, so Mom and Dad can stay with us? Or I’ll hook you up with the B&B over there…”

“Hey! You brat, are you trying to tell me that our homestay isn’t good enough!!!” Usually the old man’s words were already neutral enough, but this time his voice deafened Type’s ears and Type had to shake his head.

“Dad, I didn’t say a word, I just didn’t think they’d be used to cramped rooms and besides, do you want a star like Thanya in a B&B like ours? You know our B&B’s are all next to each other, what if a relative peeps while Thanya is in the shower?” Type used Thanya as a shield, the old father immediately stopped talking… Type finally found his father’s weakness.

   I swear, I’m not smiling at all!

Whenever someone looked down on the B&B, his father would yell at him, in Thai and dialect, as if” my home is sacrosanct”, but this time, the old man was speechless.

“No, no, Type, no need to book us somewhere else, I think it’s beautiful, the view is great, the B&B is lovely and I’m sure the big brothers won’t do anything like peeping, right?” Thanya smiled sweetly at Type’s relatives who were spying on her, but Type was still worried.

Tharn’s fine, he can do whatever he wants, but unlike Tharn’s parents and sister, every time they’ve traveled with the family, they’ve never seen them in a place as spartan as theirs, a family of their stature would be more suited to a four- and five-star B&B on the other side of the beach.

But Tharn’s father shook his head,” Type, don’t bother, I like it here, mom likes it here and we’re not here for fun, we’re here for you son.” Tharn’s father tapped Type on the shoulder a couple of times, Type was stunned, looking at his boyfriend’s family, who had come just for him and thinking how lucky he was to have such a nice family… and how they were willing to accept his love, even if it was between men.

Tharn suddenly stroked Type’s head, ”Heard that right? So don’t be imagining things.”

Type hated to have his head touched, except when he was lying on the bed with Tharn, he would only allow his partner to touch his head.

And, it seems that the Tharn family’s actions have affected someone as well.

“I’ll show you to your room later, actually I’d like you to rest first, but there’s so much to do and Type’s decision to become a monk was so sudden, so I’d appreciate your help, anyway… They are both the sons of our families.”

   Oh, can somebody help me with my ears? What did my dad just say?

Type snapped back to his stubborn old man, the old man finally admitted what he had been denying, he scratched his head and didn’t look at Type, he looked at Tharn and said,” I didn’t accept you… Hey, I just did it for your parents and… Thanya’s sake.”

I always thought the emphasis was on Thanya in the back.

“Old man, why don’t you just accept it? What’s the point of being so arrogant? Can’t you see that Tharn’s family has accepted your son? Besides, Tharn is such a good kid. How many times has he eaten your dark super ultra-spiced chill cuisine without complaining? Besides, your son is willing to become a monk to make you feel better.” Type’s mother put in a good word, Type’s father ran away: “Come, Thanya, uncle will show you the room and if anyone tries to peep, tell uncle and he’ll blow their heads off.”

Type’s father led the way, Thanya winked back to everyone, the purpose of the little princess is to help her brother, so she followed Type’s father and at the same time her voice sweetly chatted with the old man, it looks like the old man will be busy for a while.

Type looked back at the people who had helped him and saw that everyone had come for him, which made the corners of his mouth turn up.

“Thank you!”

Type looked at the most important person in his life… Tharn.

   The man, who had looked like he’d taken a bitter pill when he heard he was going to become a monk, had now wholeheartedly accepted his decision, a major one in Type’s life.

“Type, all of us would do anything for you.”

Type couldn’t think of any other answer, so he said,” Yeah, I know.”

   That was the only answer Type could give at the moment, otherwise a man like him who could hardly cry would have burst into tears and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in public.

Sand, sand, sand, sand.

“So you’re here.”

“Tharn…”

After dinner, he saw that Type had gone to the beach and followed him out, carrying his relatives who were preparing for the morning’s almsgiving. He followed Type in silence, looking at his broad and somewhat still back, until he stopped and sat on the beach, watching the sea breeze blowing against him. Type never knew how good his face looked with his hair, which was already long and blowing around, covering his handsome face. Tharn always found the quiet Type more attractive, but he knew that Type was not as calm as he seemed and he walked over to Type, put his hand on his shoulder and Type looked back at him.

   Type’s eyes don’t look calm, they’re troubled.

“Nervous?”

“Do I look like someone who get nervous?”  Type shrugged nonchalantly, Tharn just sat next to him, tilting his head to look at him quietly, Type watching the smile he’d forced on his face fade away.

“Of course I’m nervous… I can’t calm down.” Type buried his head and sighed deeply.

“You look too damn calm!”  Type grumbled somewhat.

“You think I’m really calm?” Tharn retorted, Type looked up at him and then smiled… Something unnatural, not at all like Type’s usual smile.

“Sorry, I made that decision without telling you beforehand.”

“I want to know…” That’s a question Tharn’s been wanting to ask for a long time.

“If we were still in a cold war, would you… Would you have told me you were going to become a monk?” Actually that question had been on his mind for a long time, if he hadn’t flown over to Type that day, would Type have called him?

At this question, Type paused and then looked up at the sea.

Sand… Sand… Sand…

After a while, Type spoke again.

“I don’t… Don’t know.”

“…”

Tharn didn’t say anything, Type continued, ”Don’t press me with your silence, I’m looking for a better answer!”  Type squared up, while shaking his head and scratching his hair vigorously.

“The truth is I didn’t know, it was because of my parents that I decided to become a monk and to put it bluntly, becoming a monk was just an excuse to get out of our fight and I didn’t know if I should call you or not…” Type looked very conflicted.

Type turned to gaze at Tharn,” But now that you’re here, with me, do you still not have my answers?”

Tharn was stunned… Then he lowered his head… He felt sorry for himself.

Yeah, right now Type’s looking at him, they’re together. What’s the point of all that nonsense? What’s the point of asking meaningless questions? He knew that Type was no less upset about the last fight than he was.

“Yeah, I don’t need answers anymore.”

“But I know…”  Type interrupted and Tharn looked at him and he smiled a little, a smile that caught Tharn’s eye.

“I’m glad you’re here at this time, with me.”

This time, Tharn was stunned for a while, he looked at Type’s smiling face and then…

“Ugh…”

“Hey, what are you sighing for, that’s the first time I’ve said something so cheesy!!!!”

   Type squared up, Tharn just buried his head, raked his hair lightly, he felt like he was losing it to Type.

   I can’t compare to you, you always know exactly where to find my weaknesses and how to make me love you more and more, until I can’t live without you anymore!

“I love you!”

   Type used to say that he didn’t need to be in love all the time, because he wasn’t a girl and didn’t need words to make him feel safe, but Tharn wanted to say that he wanted Type to know that he loved him, even if Type already knew it, but he just wanted him to know… He loved him more and more every day and no matter how many years had passed, his love for him had not diminished.

   Type was stunned by Tharn’s confession of love, although he doesn’t have a clear answer to Tharn’s question, but he is told that he loves him.

   The past month apart has made Tharn realize… Seven years is not only about love, but also about the inseparable attachment… A love that cannot be dissolved.

   When he came to his senses, he couldn’t be alone anymore.

   One of Type’s shoulders suddenly became very heavy.

“Ah?” Tharn wondered.

“Lend me your shoulder for a moment.” Tharn turned his head to see a round head resting on his shoulder and the muffled sound of his ears made him smile as he lifted his hand and placed it around the other man’s shoulder.

“Okay.”

Even though the sea breeze was sticky in the hot season, Type was a man who hated the heat and didn’t like to be covered in sweat, but today he just sat quietly and so did Tharn, listening to the waves and the sea breeze and… the sound of their hearts beating. The sound of their hearts beating.

For a while, only Type mumbled,” A month.”

“What?”

Type didn’t move, his voice sounded again: “I’ll go into monasticism for a month… You wait for me.”

   Of course Tharn would wait, he just smiled and didn’t speak, he felt the heavy shackles on his heart disappear, he knew he wasn’t the only one who had worries, Type had them too. The memories of the past seven years came flooding back, so familiar, so clear. But the truth is, Type was also thinking a lot, he was scared, he was very attentive to him but often he couldn’t see, as if he was blinded by Type’s ruggedness.

“As you wish, whether for a month or a summer’s vigil… I’m willing to wait.”

“Do you have any idea how long a summer vigil is?”

“Three months.” Although Tharn was a Christian, he’d studied Buddhism in high school and his answer made Type laugh.

“Some people count the Summer Seasons, the Feast of Solstice, three months as a summer’s vigil, but others count a year as a summer’s vigil.”

“…”

Tharn was stunned, he really didn’t know there was such an algorithm, Type saw his reaction, looked up from his shoulder and saw his face, saw his confused expression, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tharn, Tharn, it looks like you can’t wait…”

“Wait a minute!”  Tharn interrupted, Type raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes, as long as that person is you, I’ll wait!”

On hearing that, Type stopped laughing, Tharn continued squarely,” I will visit you every week.”

“Ho! Why, Mr. Tharn?”  Type asked deliberately.

“Well, I’ll show you my resolve,” Tharn said.

At the end of the sentence, Type’s lips turned up and his hand pushed the other man’s head. “No, otherwise they’ll say you’re under my spell.”

Type couldn’t help but smile, the hand that had pushed Tharn was now on his head, he loved Tharn’s soft hair, he used his fingers to comb Tharn’s hair and at the same time he leaned in.

“Wait for me.” Type whispered in his ear.

“Okay.” Tharn answered firmly, looking at the tears that filled his loving eyes, listening to the trembling voice of a man who had always been strong.

“I’ll stick to you like a leech.”

   It’s strange, being glued together should be annoying, Tharn laughed happily instead, pulling Type over so that their heads were next to each other.

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Don’t betray me while I’m gone, or you’re a lump of dead meat walking.”

“I would never do that and you, on the other hand, don’t betray me.”

“I’m going as a monk, not on vacation, how can I betray you!”

“You’re so good-looking, you must have a lot of people crazy about you.”

“You’re looking for a fight, aren’t you?”

“I’ve fallen under your spell, you look handsome anyway.”

“A-ss!”

Type’s stirring dialogue has taken a strange turn and suddenly Type bursts out laughing, his turbulent eyes calm down and Tharn is smiling at him. Type shook his head and laughed, his seductive face moving towards Tharn, the destination of which were lips that had not been touched for a long time. The lips that had not been touched for a long time.

   And yet…

“I’d rather not.” Tharn raised an eyebrow in disbelief when the one who was about to ask for a kiss raised his hand between them and stopped himself. Type stood up, patted the sand on his trousers, turned towards home and said: “Wait for me first, I’m worthy of you waiting… And I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

Finally, Type said, leaving Tharn sitting there for a long while, looking out over the dark sea, then smiling at the beach and the moon, he whispered,” Well, I’ll wait for you.”

   This time he said wait differently, because he knew there was a time limit to the wait, a month… A month… only a month.

“Brother Tharn, this ceremony is really long.”

“Yeah, aren’t you tired?”

“It’s not tiring at all, I’m just helping out in the kitchen.”

   The next morning, Tharn was very busy, from giving alms in the morning to going to the temple to be ordained, Tharn was trying his best to do everything, as he had never participated in such an event before, so he seemed to be very confused. The hardest person was not Type who was about to be ordained as a monk, but… His sister.

   It wasn’t because she was helping in the kitchen, but because she had to deal with Type’s friends and family, who crowded around her like bees to a flower, asking for Thanya’s autograph and taking pictures with them. Tharn was standing there staring at the man who was holding a candle in his hand, kneeling to his parents and friends. These hands have just given each other a haircut.

   Throughout the whole ceremony, Type did not look up at Tharn and Tharn did not say a word to him, he just cut his hair and put it on the lotus leaf and then stepped back to let Type’s friends and relatives cut it. No one of Type’s relatives knew who he was, probably because they thought he was a friend who had come to help, or because they were close friends.

   Tharn has always wanted to go public with their relationship, but this time he’s chosen to keep it quiet. It’s enough to know… what’s going on between them.

   It’s just like when they first started dating.

   As long as we love each other, as long as we’re there for each other, as long as we share the good times and the bad… I’m content.

   At that thought, Tharn smiled and stood contentedly watching the ritual in progress.

“Little foreigner, come and help me.”

“Okay.”

Tharn, who had been called a outsider, looked back to see Type’s father staring at him with a gloomy expression as if he wanted to kill him, the old man holding a tray with a pillow on it, his brow furrowed in a deathly frown.

“May I help you with what?”

Father Type handed him what he had in his hand and said sternly,” There’s a monks’ meeting coming up, go and help out in the procession… The monk asked for it.”

Tharn looked down at the object in his hand and heard his big-eyed sister say excitedly,” Brother Tharn, Uncle let you serve this!”

Tharn, a Christian, frowned unknowingly,” What does that mean? Tharn.”

“Aw, Tharn, don’t you know what it means to be the one carrying the pillow?”

Type’s mother smiled and came over, whirling to continue explaining to the other.

“Actually, it’s okay to ask relatives or siblings to carry the pillow, but many people believe that the person carrying the pillow or the first candle should be the partner of the ordained monk, Type told his father yesterday of this, but Type’s father didn’t agree at first, so he brought it to you himself, I don’t know if he’s softened up or what, so you can help, if anyone asks, you can tell them anything.”

Tharn stood stunned, unable to say a word.

   Something was drifting inside him and then it spread all over his body.

   That’s what I call happiness.

   Type has always refused to make any fanfare about their relationship, but this time he begged his father to let Tharn play such an important role in the ceremony.

   Although he couldn’t loudly proclaim to everyone that they were a couple, his actions spoke for themselves.

   Why am I so stupid!

   Tharn remembered their fight earlier. Why should he be so angry? You know, Type was always taking advantage of him whenever he could. Tharn never knew the meaning of the pillow and the people who attended the ceremony probably thought he was a friend helping out, or maybe they didn’t know what it meant, but Type did his best to tell them what their relationship was.

   Type didn’t act like he care, but he cared, like Tharn cared.

“Brother Tharn, are you happy?”

Tharn didn’t answer his sister’s question, he only knew that he couldn’t control his laughter, his hands trembled with the goblet, he was lost in thought during the ceremony, he didn’t dare to look at Type but the feelings he got from the other man filled his chest.

   Tharn didn’t know what was going through Type’s mind at the moment, but on their big day, he was sure he wasn’t the only one feeling supremely happy.

“Thanya.” Finally, Tharn called out softly to his sister.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s the only person I’ve ever known, the only person I’ve ever loved.”

   At this time, he might not have been able to say this to the man who was preparing to enter the Buddhist monastery, but he desperately wanted to tell someone about the feelings that were filling his heart at the moment.

Thanya also smiled happily,” Well, then don’t you forget to tell this to Brother Type.”

“Well, I’ll tell him myself.”

   Not now, but he’ll talk.

   At this point someone came to ask him what his relationship with Type was and Tharn just smiled… grinning, with a happiness that he couldn’t hide, as if the accumulated merit of the man who was converting to Buddhism was being passed on to the man who had decided to stay with him for the rest of his life.

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

Seven Years After, Chapter 19: Longing for Each Other, Finally Letting Go Part With the XXX Scene: TTTS Chapters Home: Seven Years After, Chapter 21: A Little Happiness

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 19: Longing for Each Other, Finally Letting Go Part With the XXX Scene

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 19: Longing for Each Other, Finally Letting Go Part With the XXX Scene

  Tharn was very thankful to his brother for getting him a ticket for that night, but when he arrived in Surat Thani, the last ferry to Koh Samui had already stopped, so he had to sleep at the airport and the next morning he came to the pier to catch the first ferry to the island, where the people he loved most lived.

   It was the first time he’d come here unescorted or without a greeting and yet Tharn had been stubborn enough to come through the night, not feeling tired at all, but on the contrary, when he saw the one he’d been thinking about day and night, with a single embrace, he’d left behind all his dignity, which, compared to Type, was nothing.

   Tharn asked himself, what was he stubbornly waiting for, for Type to contact him just because he didn’t want to lose? Of course not, when Type did call him, it only took a few words and he was already beaten.

   Is it really true that whoever coaxes the other first is the one who loses? It’s irrational, it’s boring, it’s bullshit and it’s only making the problem worse.

   By now, Tharn didn’t care who Faires was or what he wanted. He was surprised that Type was willing to embrace him without fear in front of his father and his friends and he cursed himself for his unreasonable and perverse possessiveness that almost cost him the one he loved.

   Tharn opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling in the darkness, then turned his head to look at the face of his lover, who was sleeping with him.

It’s already 2 am on his phone, so it’s no surprise he woke up at this hour. Type was on strike, but there was too much work to drop off, so he said he was applauding love, but in reality, he was working all day at the B&B, till dark…

Who’d have thought that the one who said he’d do the indescribable, would fall asleep as soon as Tharn finished his bath?

   Tharn didn’t know how Type could sleep so well, but when he came out of the cold shower, he saw the sleeping man and thought it wasn’t bad to hug this warm body and he was tired himself, so he fell asleep before nine o’clock.

   At this moment Tharn was wide awake, looking at the handsome young man before him, but the young man himself did not know how attractive he was.

“Type, I’m unreasonable because I’m afraid someone will take you from me.”

On the contrary, as they were of similar stature, Tharn could only put his arms around the other’s waist, snuggle up to him and lean his head back to sleep with him.

There was nothing romantic about this moment, Type even snored a little, but for Tharn, who couldn’t stand living alone in his apartment, it was a blissful moment to be snuggled up together.

His home isn’t the same apartment he’s lived in for years.

“My home…. is you.”

If Type had been awake at this moment, he’d have called him a pansy and he’d have laughed heartily and kissed him hard… Kissed the straight-talking man. He didn’t dislike Type’s straightforwardness, sometimes he wondered if he was a jitterbug, but instead he grew to love him more and more and became obsessed with him.

   Cheating… I don’t know what possessed him to say that.

“I’m sorry and… Thank you for calling me on your own initiative.”

The phone call made all the pretense of dignity unquestionable, even if he deserved it, even if he was scolded for coming here without stopping, even if he was called a softy, he didn’t care, he was a softy, he just liked this man he had liked since freshman year and he was venomous.

“I’ll ask you when you wake up.”  Tharn smiled slightly, whispering in Type’s ear.

“If your reason for staying in Bangkok is me……it’s really nice.”

There were so many things he wanted to ask, to talk about, but this was the most important and then Tharn fell asleep again, with the warm body of his lover, whom he hadn’t seen in a month, clinging to his side.

“Well, um… Um…”

Tharn wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep and when he was conscious again he felt a heat wave spreading through his body, Tharn frowned, his eyes, which were still closed, closed even more tightly because of impatience, biting the back of my teeth in agony and felt the long-lost desire return tohis body.

His back was soaked with sweat and his lower bottom…

It’s wet… It’s wet?

“F-ck!!!”

Tharn snapped his eyes open, shouting at the same time and finally realized where the heat and wetness were coming from… Beneath the covers, the most sensitive part of his body.

Tharn flipped off the covers and saw the culprit that gave him goosebumps… Type said, “Hey, you should get some more sleep, I haven’t had enough.”

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t you see it?” The head that was rising and falling between his legs, raised its eyebrows, and smiled at him evilly, it’s like saying, “Don’t you know what I’m doing?”

Tharn tried to stop him, but Type said in all seriousness,” I’m tasting my baby.”

If Type was just talking about it, it wouldn’t have mattered, but he stuck his t-ngue out and l-icked his way from the th-ck root to the two lower sacs, The stalk of his co-ck darkened, turning from dark brown to purple. Type’s eyes, with their long eyelashes, watched it for a split second, His whole body tensed up and his p-ssy ached like hell.

“That’s my stuff.”

“But I’m using it… You see, you’re so hard, I just l-icked it and it’s like this.”

“Type!” Tharn called out Type’s name fiercely and don’t think Type would have shuddered at the sound, On the contrary, he l-icked more and more vigorously, satisfied with Tharn’s reaction and then used his hand to delicately manipulate Tharn’s giant root, Tharn’s muffled gasps of d-esire for his mastery.

“You should get some more sleep, I’d be fascinated by the sound of your voice.”  Type chuckled, as he rubbed his fingers over Tharn’s horse’s eyes, Tharn gritted his teeth and reached out to capture Type’s bu-ttocks.

“Don’t seduce me!”

“I didn’t seduce you. I wanted you.” Seven years of dating and doing it countless times before, Tharn would get yelled at when he said this.

   Now Type took the initiative, spoke of his longing, then lowered his head again, took Tharn’s huge body deep in his mouth, almost to the bottom of his throat.

   Now Type is se-xually gifted and even better at oral se-x than Tharn, Tharn had to admit that he had been eaten to death by his opponent. Type was working hard as he swallowed Tharn’s desire while familiarly caressing the two sunken testicles, the hard, hot, branding iron roots were moistened with saliva, Type made a deep throat with great effort.

“Well… Ah… That’s great… You’re…”

“Huh ahhh (like it?)” as the mouth swallowed the giant thing, Type said vaguely, Tharn could barely make out what he was trying to say, Just feeling his little tharn going in and out of his opponent’s m-oist mouth, the pleasure was driving him crazy.

Tharn held Type’s head firmly in his hands, pumping slowly and rhythmically into his opponent’s mouth, letting the pleasure flood his body.

This time, Type didn’t complain any more, letting Tharn wreak havoc in his mouth, voluntarily taking off his pants, Tharn watched as he took hold of his co-ck and manipulated it.

Such a Type looked……to Tharn’s eyes.

Type was so obsessed with Tharn’s sized thing, that he couldn’t even care less if Tharn’s pajama pants were messed up with his saliva.

Tharn looked at Type’s nak-ed bottom, at the chocolate skin and wanted to lower his head and lick it from head to toe, inside and out, So he reached out and took hold of the rod that he’d tasted so many times.

“Type… Type… I’ll give you a hand job…” Tharn gasped out and Type sucked harder, Tharn then released it in his mouth and finally Type spat out the other’s massive size, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Basta-rd, you can’t hold it in, I’ve been su-cking your di-ck for ages before you woke up! It took you so long to come!”

Type’s feigned indignation made Tharn laugh softly, breathe a sigh of relief and pull Type’s shoulders around him.

“Yeah…” Then the two mouths were stuck together again like magnets.

Type’s mouth still had the stench of Tharn’s bodily fluids in it, but it had a strange effect and the smell spread all over Tharn body, A bone-crushing desire emanated from every pore. Tharn’s body fits into his, as his t-ngue scurried over to swirl with Type’s, Type’s throat sighed in bliss,” More! More…”

At the words, Tharn did as he wished, his fiery t-ngue probing deeper, licking every corner of the other man’s mouth, at the same time, they held each other’s hips to their side, until their ge-nitals rubbed together.

The two playful dragons pushed each other’s desires to new heights, with the top man shifting his hips, making the two dragons closer and hotter.

“Freaking good! Tharn… Tharn… Tharn… That was… That was so good!” Type mo-an-ed sharply, then reached out and took hold of their se-x toys and began to play with them, Tharn reached out and grabbed his opponent’s bu-ttocks, squeezing them as if they were an addiction, causing Type to bite his t-ngue and warn him not to go too far.

“Uh… Basta-rd, don’t squeeze me, I can’t stand it!”

“If you don’t let me squeeze it, do you want me to stick it in?” Upon hearing this, Type punched Tharn hard in the shoulder and Tharn let go, then he went to the narrow, hidden tunnel entrance.

“It’s been so long since you’ve been in me, you’re going to hurt me.”

   If someone said Tharn was happy as a baby over a little thing like that, he’d admit it, too, when he heard Type say he hadn’t been using that special place there, His heart was soaring with joy and then… His fingers went in of their own accord.

“A-sshole Tharn!!!”  Type cursed in pain, closing his eyes tightly, clenching his teeth in a death grip, such a look certainly added fuel to Tharn’s desire.

“You really haven’t done anything in here

“Do you want to get beaten up? I ain’t got nobody out there, what am I gonna do with that? Ew! Basta-rd, I said it was sore and tight, You can’t go in there anymore. Ah… No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

Tharn asked in his ear,” Didn’t you touch yourself?”

“Son of a bi-tch! No… no… Not without your big boy… fu-ck me… Bullshit!” Type answered him, panting, as Tharn’s middle finger sank into his bac-k ho-le, Type felt the pain and pleasure at the same time. Tharn looked at his contorted face, Hearing such lovely words from the other party for half a year, he couldn’t stop moving his hands and I didn’t want to stop, His fingers gently scraped the walls of Type’s hot, wet intestines, as if to reward him for saying such a delightful thing.

Type’s mo-ans are low and sensual and his legs automatically went wider.

“Got any lubrication here?”

“No, I’m not… I wasn’t prepared.” Type was gasping for air.

Tharn suddenly pulled his finger out.

“Why did you pull it out?” The man who had just warned the others not to move now began to protest.

Tharn suddenly flipped Type over again, leaving him on his knees with his a-ss facing him.

“I’ll go find something else instead… I can’t take it anymore!” Type could even hear his own low growl as if he were some kind of animal, Because his p-uss-y was achingly hard and swollen and he wanted Tharn to go down on it regardless, they’d never had anal se-x without any lubrication before and Tharn didn’t want his lover to suffer any pain or hurt. So he decided to pull out his finger, raising Type’s hips, then, burying his head, sticking out his t-ngue…

Ah! Aah!!

In the past, Type would have called Tharn’s actions disgusting, But now he was just clutching at the sheets underneath him, panting heavily, spreading his legs wider automatically, it was easy for Tharn’s nimble, hot t-ngue to lick erotically at the entrance to his hole, then slowly probe the hidden cave.

“Uh… Tharn… Yes… It’s so good…” A deep mo-an echoed through the room, Tharn’s.

The t-ngue went in and out of the narrow cave in simulated coitus, a foreplay that was originally performed by the fingers, now it’s a t-ngue that’s so flexible it can’t be stopped.

“Did it hurt?”

“Look at me like this… Can’t you see that?”

“It doesn’t look like it hurts anymore.”

“Uh… Tharn! Tharn! Uh… Ah…” Aah!” When Type’s posterior hole became soft enough to accommodate two fingers, Tharn couldn’t wait and switched to his fingers to expand the territory, even in a rude and impatient manner, The rhythm, however, was Type’s favorite and the low gasps and mo-ans of the two men lingered in the room, making it seem very e-rotic.

Type has a beautiful complexion with beads of sweat on it, which is se-xy to Tharn’s eyes, so he lowered his head and kissed along Type’s back, his nose breathing in the familiar scent of the other, his mouth tasted his favorite flavor, unconsciously increasing the pressure on his mouth, su-cking harder, his fingers teasing rhythmically in Type’s intestines.

“It’s ready!”  Type urged impatiently, heavily.

“Ah…” Type caught Tharn’s wrist off guard, flipped him over and was now in the position of Tharn on his back again, Type on top of each other.

“Well, dear Tharn you’re just going to lie there.” Type’s eyes shone so brightly that Tharn clenched his teeth.

In Tharn’s eyes, Type’s toned muscles tightening, his chocolate brown skin gaining strength, as Type rode him, like a beast that has its prey in its sights and ready to strike. Type spread his legs and with both hands he held Tharn’s monster firmly and then… he sat down slowly on his bu-tt, as if the beast had bitten its prey to death.

“Yeah, um… Uh… Type…”

“Look at you Tharn, you’re twitching… I’ve been… I haven’t been this excited in a long time…” Type nibbled on Tharn’s ear, then he bit down on his lower lip, tilted his face up a little and slowly swallowed Tharn’s giant with his ho-le.

In the end, Tharn’s ”son” was fully engulfed in Type’s body, his heart beating fast in time with the clenched parts, He feels like he’s being driven crazy.

“You’re always in such a hurry… Wha!”

“Of course!” The two of them were so busy with work, they didn’t have much free time after work, it’s been a long time since they’ve made love in such a thrilling way… And now it felt like the first time Tharn had been inside Type.

Only the first Type didn’t have the same intensity of pleasure as this one.

Type slowly raised and lowered his h-ips, while gently circling, while Tharn laid on his back with his limbs extended, He was so aroused that he couldn’t stop, but he didn’t punish him by slapping his a-ss.

Type: “After a fight, the desire is high, it’s really going to be great!”

Tharn: ”It gets better than that!”

After that, Tharn, as he had promised, grabbed both of Type’s a-ss cheeks firmly in both hands and slammed them through each other.

“Son of a bi-tch Tharn! Mmm! Aah… Aah! Ahh!” Tharn’s tiger of a man oeuvre had Type’s attention.

He almost didn’t make it and immediately lowered an arm to the bed from the back hit force. Tharn didn’t wait for him to get into position before the fire stick underneath him started piercing him hard, fast and furious, storming in and out and he knew Type liked it that way.

“Tharn… My mother’s room… It’s just… next door…” Type gritted his teeth and the last sound that escaped his lips was a very soulful mo-an.

Zee! Zee!

You know, every time they make love, the heavy, sturdy bed in their Bangkok apartment creaks and groans, not to mention the cheap, old bed underneath them now that’s still years old, they couldn’t take the abuse of these two big, strong men, with their lu-stful authority, The poor little cot, kept uttering a cry of agony, as if it wanted to escape from the sea of misery, moved trembling on its four legs on the ground, a love affair with the ground, it’s a fate it can’t escape.

Type knew they were making a lot of noise, but he couldn’t care less, Instead, he tried to regain the initiative by shaking his hips and the two men began to fight.

Only when Type was about to reach the peak of desire, did he slow down, because Tharn didn’t want to come that fast.

“Gently… Gently…” Type nibbled on Tharn’s ear again.

And Tharn just wanted to be buried in Type’s body forever, to have each other forever.

Suddenly, Tharn flipped Type over in an intercourse position and laid him down instead, They were both panting and pounding, working on each other’s bodies without fear.

“Do you like it?” The great fire-stick was thrusting slowly, the heavy breaths were saying something of a bedtime tease and the laughter of the man beneath him was hoarse.

“Well… Hoo… Like… So good!”

So blunt an answer that Tharn laughed out loud and he pressed against Type, almost pressed tightly together between them, only the lower body was slowly and viciously mating.

Tharn thought he could do it all night.

“Hoo… Tharn… Tharn… I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah, you said.”

Type lifted an arm around Tharn’s neck, pulling the other man’s head down to bury it in his shoulder socket, Blowing in each other’s ears, hot mo-ans in their throats…

“The reason I’m staying in Bangkok…… is you!”

“…”

Type whispered the words in Tharn’s ear, which made Tharn freeze on the spot.

Of course, Tharn didn’t fall asleep in the middle of se-x. Of course he couldn’t have!

“You said… in the future… we have to be together.” Though Type spoke off the cuff, Tharn could barely keep up with his pace, but his heart felt it deeply… He was in Type’s future.

“I’m sorry! I can’t take it anymore!”

“Ah… Hey! F-cking Tharn, uh… Gently… Take it easy, you son of a bi-tch! Son of a bi-tch… That’s too hard… You son of a bi-tch!”

Snap, snap, snap.

Tharn wanted to blame Type, wanted to say that it was all Type’s fault, that he had no self-control, hjust a few words from him and his proud self-control instantly disintegrated. He elevated Type’s legs, continuing to shake his hips roughly, Type almost drowned in the lu-st, trying to get him to lighten up, but he couldn’t stop, he just wanted to show him how much he loved him through constant bonding.

Type finally answered him.

Although Type still hasn’t agreed to the little wedding he wanted, he says he has him in his future.

“Tharn… Ugh… Ah! You… slow… Slow down…” Type was gasping for air, But Tharn wouldn’t stop and his sprint became more and more violent.

Suddenly, clear tears fell on Type’s face.

“You’re f-cking me… Why are you crying… Crybaby… Hey, hey, hey… Aah! – Aah! I’ve told you I’m getting off on your tears and you’re f-cking me so hard!”

Tharn also knew he was crying, he lowered his head and tried to smile at Type, but his expression was twisted, worse than crying, Type reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck.

It’s weird, when Type called him a crybaby, and all he wanted to do was to hold him tightly and never let go.

“With a man like me… Crybaby… Be with me… Never part!”

Type returned firmly: “Okay!!!”

It was enough to have this affirmative response, which acted more like an aphrodisiac, pushing Tharn’s enthusiasm to a climax, The big rod was pounding like a pile driver and the big hand was gripping the other man’s equally hard steel co-ck, To the rhythm of the pile. Now, the sound of panting, the foot of the bed against the floor, the sound of flesh against flesh in the darkness of the night.

   It’s a long time to be in this big room, in this hot atmosphere.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. Can’t…”

“So do I…”

Both men’s deep, hoarse voices sounded at the same time, spurting out their muddy, fetid c-um at the same time, their two young and strong bodies embracing.

“You don’t know about Faires? I thought you knew before you came to see me.”

“What about him?”

Type is looking at this man who almost broke his back with an incredulous expression… Folding his body like that, thinking he’s a Sport Sciences freshie!

“About me teaching Faires a lesson, No didn’t tell you?”

“No, what did you do to him?” Tharn doesn’t understand.

Type sighed and started telling his” heroic story”. In fact, he went home and listened to Techno’s story, Faires went to ask about the person who” violated” him and the result was… Of course, it’s a good karma, karma is what you get.

   Faires’ friends took pictures of him and threatened to expose him naked if he didn’t agree to continue sleeping with them, so Faires must be having a hard time dealing with his friends these days and shouldn’t have the energy to harass Type for a long time.

   At first he thought Tharn knew about it, that he and the kid really didn’t have anything, but…

“No, I’m not here because I know this, I don’t care who you’re involved with, I’ve decided that if you say you didn’t do it, I’ll believe you and if you call me a stupid cow, I’ll be the stupid cow that believes you.” And these words of Tharn, that he loved Type with all his heart?

Fu-ck you Tharn, you are doing the hero thing again!

Type couldn’t help but give the other one a blank stare, no wonder, how could he forget that Tharn was always like this.

“So you went to teach him a lesson because he pissed me off?”

“You think I’m embarrassed when you say that? Well, I was going to teach him a lesson for you… I was going to let him off the hook, but he wouldn’t leave us alone… so I had to kick his ass… but to my surprise, everyone knew about it except you… did you ever get your head rubbed against the floor?” Type thought that a big shot like Kengkla must have spread the word, but he must have forgotten… After Kengkla fixed that, he was already hounding No to make up for the delay in Type’s bed during their temporary stay.

Tharn was still laughing, even when Type scolded him, he was laughing and then he was laughing.

“Am I to assume that you think of me as very, very important?”

“Well, it’s important.” Type didn’t bother to scold him, he just shook his head, leaving him to bask in the bliss of knowing what Type had done for him and then led him out of the room and downstairs and now, at this hour, I’m afraid everyone was up and they walked downstairs, feeling the atmosphere today…

“Dad, where’s my mom?”

“Went out early in the morning, some ungrateful kid wouldn’t come down to help, just to break up the family.” The old man’s sitting there watching TV with his arms around his chest, looking at them like they’re going to eat each other and he’s still not happy with Tharn, as usual.

   No wonder, last night they made such a fuss, they were about to tear the house down. It was a bit much… It’s a bit much… but everyone knows it anyway, so they can just play dumb.

“Dad, seriously, he’s been your son’s boyfriend for years. When are you going to get used to his presence?” Type changed his tune, pointed at Tharn and said to his father.

“I’m not getting used to this!” The old man shot up, raised his cane and pointed it at Tharn as well.

“I don’t like his face, Type, look at this girl on TV, that’s the kind of girl I want for a daughter-in-law, not this fake foreigner!” Type’s father reached out with his other hand and pointed to a commercial for a face cream on TV and the spokesman… Looks familiar!

So familiar that Type couldn’t help but look away from Tharn and then… laughed out loud.

“Basta-rd, what are you laughing at?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha, Tharn, I can’t… Ha ha ha ha… Explain to my father.” At this point Type couldn’t do anything but laugh, he patted the young man who was standing quietly beside him, he was silent for a long while, then turned to his father and smiled politely, he looked like he was about to burst out laughing too.

“What! You Fake Yankee, tell me what’s going on!” Father Type’s tone was not good.

Tharn pointed to the TV, which had finished its commercials and the beautiful spokesperson was gone. The handsome young man of western and oriental descent named Tharn smiled at Type’s father and said, ”The star, is it Thanya Tudara?”

Type’s father nodded his head and Type was surprised that his father liked celebrities, probably because he had injured his leg and spent more time watching TV.

“That Thanya… the reporter is my sister.”

“What?!!!”

“Oh Dad, you heard right, that’s Tharn’s sister. Want to see a picture of the two siblings together? Hahahahahahahaha… Ouch, your son has found a boyfriend who looks like a star. Isn’t that to your liking? Don’t believe me, take a look again.” Then Type patted Tharn’s cheek and grabbed his father’s head, causing his father to almost fall off the chair.

“What? She’s your sister!”

“Yes, my own sister, I’ll bring her to visit you some day.”

“…”

Type’s father was completely petrified, Type nodded in satisfaction to the half-breed beside him and whirled himself out of the house, until he reached the outside, where he burst out laughing like a pig squealing.

What kind of fairy made his father like that look!

“You’re laughing too much at that!”

“When are you going to stop laughing and come back to me?” Type laughed and shook his head, he could see Tharn couldn’t help but laugh too, who’d have thought his father’s ideal daughter-in-law would look eight times like the man next to him.

“It’s a good thing mine and my sister’s both look more like daddy’s.”

“Well, let’s put the little princess aside for a moment, but I’ll tell you this, you’re not staying at my house for free. I wonder if Master Tharn is up to it?”  said Type with a smile.

“As long as I’m not cooking, I can do anything.”

At Tharn’s answer, Type moved over and blew in his ear,” Good, I’m going to treat you tonight.”

Type, who was usually not very funny, was laughing all the time today and his words warmed Tharn’s heart.

“…”

   Type said sorry to his father in his heart.

   Dad, I’m sorry, but this ungrateful son of yours probably won’t be able to give you a grandson, because my whole heart… I’ve got my heart in this man… He’s almost as good-looking as Thanya, so you’ll have to make do with him as a daughter-in-law.

 

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 19: Longing for each other

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 19: Longing for each other

Tharn was very thankful to his brother for getting him a ticket for that night but when he arrived in Surat Thani, the last ferry to Koh Samui had already stopped, so he had to sleep at the airport and the next morning he came to the pier to catch the first ferry to the island, where the people he loved most lived.

   It was the first time he’d come here unescorted or without an invitation and yet Tharn had been stubborn enough to come through the night, not feeling tired at all but on the contrary, when he saw the one he’d been thinking about day and night, with a single embrace, he’d left behind all his dignity, which, compared to Type, was nothing.

   Tharn asked himself, what was he stubbornly waiting for, for Type to contact him just because he didn’t want to lose? Of course not, when Type did call him, it only took a few words and he was already beaten.

   Is it really true that whoever coaxes the other first is the one who loses? That kind of thinking is irrational, it’s boring, it’s bullshit and it’s only making the problem worse.

   By now, Tharn didn’t care who Faires was or what he wanted. He was surprised that Type was willing to embrace him without fear in front of his father and his friends and he cursed himself for his unreasonable and perverse possessiveness that almost cost him the one he loved.

   

   Tharn opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling in the darkness, then turned his head to look at the face of his lover, who was sleeping with him.

   It’s already 2am on his phone, so it’s no surprise he woke up at this hour. Type was on strike but there was too much work to drop off, so he said he was applauding love but in reality he was working all day at the B&B, till dark… Who’d have thought that the one who said he’d do the indescribable, would fall asleep as soon as Tharn finished his bath.

   Tharn didn’t know how Type could sleep so well but when he came out of the cold shower, he saw the sleeping man and thought it wasn’t bad to hug his warm body and he was tired himself, so he fell asleep before nine o’clock.

   At this moment Tharn was wide awake, looking at the handsome young man before him but the young man himself did not know how attractive he was.

“Type, I’m unreasonable because I’m afraid someone will take you from me.”

On the contrary, as they were of similar stature, Tharn could only put his arms around the other’s waist, snuggle up to him and lean his head back to sleep with him.

There was nothing romantic about this moment, Type even snored a little but for Tharn, who couldn’t stand living alone in his apartment, it was a blissful moment to be snuggled up together.

His home isn’t the same apartment he’s lived in for years.

“My home…. is you.”

If Type had been awake at this moment, he’d have called him a pansy and he’d have laughed heartily and k-issed him hard… K-issed the straight-talking man. He didn’t dislike Type’s straightforwardness, sometimes he wondered if he was a jitterbug but instead he grew to love him more and more and became obsessed with him.

Cheating… I don’t know what possessed him to say that.

“I’m sorry and… Thank you for calling me on your own initiative.”

The phone call made all the pretense of dignity unquestionable, even if he deserved it, even if he was cussed for coming here without stopping, even if he was called a softy, he didn’t care, he was a softy, he just liked this man he had liked since freshman year and he was venomous.

“I’ll ask you when you wake up.”  Tharn smiled slightly, whispering in Type’s ear.

“If your reason for staying in Bangkok is me……it’s really nice.”

   There were so many things he wanted to ask, to talk about but this was the most important and then Tharn fell asleep again, with the warm body of his lover, whom he hadn’t seen in a month, clinging to his side.

   

****

 

“You don’t know about Faires? I thought you knew before you came to see me.”

“What about him?”

Type was looking at this man who almost broke his back with an incredulous expression… Folding his body like that, thinking he’s a gymnast!

“About me teaching Faires a lesson, No didn’t tell you?”

“No, what did you do to him?” Tharn doesn’t understand.

   Type sighed and started telling his “heroic story”. In fact, he went home and listened to Techno’s story, Faires went to ask about the person who “violated” him and the result was… Of course, it’s a good karma, karma is what you get.

   Faires’ friends took pictures of him and threatened to expose him naked if he didn’t agree to continue sleeping with them, so Faires must be having a hard time dealing with his friends these days and shouldn’t have the energy to harass Type for a long time.

   At first he thought Tharn knew about it, that he and the kid really didn’t have anything but,   “No, I’m not here because I know this, I don’t care who you’re involved with, I’ve decided that if you say you didn’t do it, I’ll believe you and if you call me a stupid cow, I’ll be the stupid cow that believes you.”

And these words of Tharn, that he loved Type with all his heart?

   F*ck you Tharn, doing the hero thing again!

   Type couldn’t help but glance at the other, no wonder, how could he forget that Tharn was always like this.

“So you went to teach him a lesson, because he pissed me off?”

“You think I’m embarrassed when you say that? Well, I was going to teach him a lesson for you… I was going to let him off the hook but he wouldn’t leave us alone… so I had to kick his ass… but to my surprise, everyone knew about it except you… did you ever get your head rubbed against the floor?” Type thought that a big shot like Kengkla must have spread the word but he must have forgotten… After Kengkla fixed that, he was already hounding No to make up for the delay in Type’s bed during his stay at their house.

Tharn was still laughing, even when Type cussed him, he was laughing and then he was laughing.

“Am I to assume that you think of me as very, very important?”

“Yeah, it’s important.” Type didn’t bother to scold him, he just shook his head, leaving him to bask in the bliss of knowing what Type had done for him and then led him out of the room and downstairs and now, at this hour, he was afraid everyone was up and they walked downstairs, feeling the atmosphere today… odd.

“Dad, where’s my mom?”

“Went out early in the morning, some ungrateful kid wouldn’t come down to help, and one came just to break up the family.” “The old man’s sitting there watching TV with his arms around his chest, looking at them like they’re going to eat each other and he’s still not happy with Tharn, as usual.

No wonder, last night they made such a fuss, they were about to tear the house down. It was a bit much… but everyone knows it anyway, so they can just play dumb.

“Dad, seriously, he’s been your son’s boyfriend for years. When are you going to get used to his presence?” Type changed his tune, pointed at Tharn and said to his father.

“I’m not getting used to this!” The old man shot up, raised his cane and pointed it at Tharn as well.

“I don’t like his face, Type, look at this guy on TV, that’s the kind of girl I want for a daughter-in-law, not this fake foreigner!” Type’s father reached out with his other hand and pointed to a commercial for a face cream on TV and the spokesman… Looks familiar!

So familiar that Type couldn’t help but look away from Tharn and then… laughed out loud.

“Bastard, what are you laughing at?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha, Tharn, I can’t… Ha ha ha ha… Explain it to my father.” At this point Type couldn’t do anything but laugh, he patted the young man who was standing quietly beside him, he was silent for a long while, then turned to his father and smiled politely, he looked like he was about to burst out laughing too.

“What! Fake Yankee, tell me what’s going on!” Father Type’s tone was not good.

Tharn pointed to the TV, which had finished its commercials and the beautiful spokesperson was missing. The handsome young man of western and oriental descent named Tharn smiled and said to Type’s father, “The star, is it Thanya Tudara?”

Type’s father nodded and Type was surprised that his father liked celebrities, probably because he had injured his leg and spent more time watching TV.

“That Thanya… is my sister.”

“What?!!!”

“Oh Dad, you heard right, that’s Tharn’s sister. Want to see a picture of the two siblings together? Hahahahahahahaha… Ouch, your son has found a boyfriend who looks like a star, isn’t that to your liking? Don’t believe me, take a look again.” Then Type patted Tharn’s cheek and grabbed his father’s head, causing his father to almost fall off the chair.

“What? She’s your sister!”

“Yes, my own sister, I’ll bring her to visit you some day.”

“…”

Type’s father was completely petrified, Type nodded in satisfaction to the half-breed beside him and whirled him out of the house, until he reached the outside, where he burst out laughing like a pig squealing.

What kind of fairy made his father like that look!

“You’re laughing too much at that!”

“When are you going to stop laughing at me?” Type laughed and shook his head, he could see Tharn couldn’t help but laugh too, who’d have thought his father’s ideal daughter-in-law would look eight times like the man next to him.

“It’s a good thing mine and my sister’s both look more like daddy’s.”

“Yeah, let’s put the little princess aside for a moment but I’ll tell you this, you’re not staying at my house for free. I wonder if Master Tharn is up to work for his stay?”  said Type with a smile.

“As long as I’m not cooking, I can do anything.”

At Tharn’s answer, Type moved over and blew in his ear, “Good, I’m going to treat you well tonight.”

Type, who was usually not very funny, was laughing all the time today and his words warmed Tharn’s heart.

“….”

   Type said sorry to his father in his heart.

   Dad, I’m sorry but this ungrateful son of yours probably won’t be able to give you a grandson, because my whole heart… I’ve got my heart in this man… He’s almost as good-looking as Thanya, so you’ll have to make do with him as a daughter-in-law.

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 18: The Dead heart coming alive

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 18: The Dead heart coming alive

By this time, the sun had already set over the sea and the surroundings were in darkness. An old motorcycle was parked on the side of the road and a dark-skinned young man was straddling it, his head on the handlebars, one hand holding a cell phone to his ear, letting the tears flow freely from his eyes.

“…”

   At this moment, Type was speechless, even though he had a thousand words to say to the person at the end of the phone, wanted to tell him how he felt these days, wanted to say “I’m sorry”, wanted to blame him for not calling, there were so many things he wanted to say but finally he pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to Let the other man hear the tremor in his voice.

   fu*ck his pride, I just don’t want him to know I miss him enough to cry.

   However, Tharn at the end of the phone was still silent, Type thought that he took the initiative to call the other party, to tell them his feelings, they wouldn’t be cruel enough to let him sing alone, at least they would respond something, they shouldn’t be like this and not say anything.

   [That’s it… Toot Toot]

“…”

He felt his tears were about to dry up and held the phone tightly for a minute, as if he was frozen in a daze.

He’s trying to make sense of it but it’s wearing off.

“Tharn, you son of a bi*tch!!!!! You devil!!!”

Type held the phone in front of his eyes and stared angrily at the screen as if it were Faires’ face and his eyes were about to fall out. The deep nostalgia had disappeared and was replaced by resentment and dislike and the feeling of blood rushing to the surface was stronger than the feeling of alcohol boiling in the blood.

Type cursed loudly, “That’s it? That’s it!!!!! Is that all you can say?! I haven’t spoken to you in almost a month and you’re telling me, “That’s it”? Are you even human? Do you have a heart? You son of a bi*tch! This is how you respond to me when I’m crying so hard? Are you tired of living? You’re fu*cking with me! You’re fu*cking with me!!!”

Bang! BANG!!

Type snarled at the phone, then slammed it into the beach, then slammed his head on the handlebars, trying to hide his resentment with pain and Tharn’s brief response killed all his feelings.

   How the fu*ck could you do this to me? How the fu*ck could you do this to me?

   Type hatefully threw the car to the ground, walked to the edge of the road, looked at the dark and frightening sea and cursed hatefully, “You can die wherever you want! You can die wherever you want!!”

“I don’t care about you anymore. I don’t care what you’ve become. You’re cold, you’re insensitive, you’re treating me like this because of a kid. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? How dare you treat me like this! You want to break up, don’t you? Fine. As you wish, ass- bleep–hole! Bastard!!!”

   Who cares who hears, who cares who knows, Type wanted to shout out, just to vent his pent-up frustrations, he was already panting after shouting and sat down on the ground exhausted.

   For seven years, he never thought that he and Tharn would end up like this. Ending a seven-year relationship with a simple “that’s it” and a beeping busy tone, Type never thought that one day he and Tharn would end up like this.

   Tharn has never neglected him like this before. He’s called Tharn names, he’s hurt Tharn, Tharn has never given up on him. Is Tharn not going to take it anymore? Doesn’t he care about his feelings anymore? Doesn’t he… He doesn’t love him anymore?

“Are you just going to abandon me?”

   Type doesn’t know what Tharn is thinking now, he is so smart but he has no clue, he only knows that he is suddenly so sad at this moment and that sadness is far greater than the anger he just felt.

   He’s sad that Tharn doesn’t care about him anymore.

   Seven years, only seven years. Didn’t you say you loved no one but me? Didn’t you say you couldn’t live without me? But it’s only been seven years… Is it over already? It’s just a little incident interfered by an insignificant person… Don’t you trust me anymore? Why… why seven years ago… Why did you… seven years ago… Did you want me to fall in love with you?!!

   Type’s head sagged and tears welled up in his eyes, he gritted his teeth in vain, the walls he had built up for so long were falling apart with that phone call.

   He loved Tharn for seven years, never thought he’d lose him one day.

   The guy he lived with on his first day in college, the guy who was jealously handsome and helped him move his stuff into the dorm, the guy who introduced himself to him, the guy he later found out was gay and hated, the guy who always messed with him and then got kicked out, the guy who tried to stay away but ended up getting closer and closer until he couldn’t stay away anymore and now he’s going to lose it?

   That person who’s been waiting for him, who’s been with him from the first day of college to the day he graduated with his master’s degree, who will never be his again?

   Tharn was involved in almost every first time in his life.

   Tharn was his first roommate.

   Tharn was his first man.

   Tharn was the first person to whom he gave his best for someone other than himself.

   Tharn was the first and only, person to appear in his future blueprints.

   All those firsts, on the day it happened, were cut short.

“Seven years, what a coincidence!”

Type has never believed in magic spells but now he is ironically under the curse of the “Seven-year itch”.

“Is it over? Is it over so easily?”

   Type silently asked himself, then slowly stood up, turned his head to look at the phone lying on the beach and after a long while, finally moved his body, mechanically walked over to the phone and slowly picked it up, expecting that the person who just hung up on him was joking with him and wanted to make him anxious to punish him for the torment of these days when he asked for a separation. But… Hopes were dashed.

   The night was hazy until dark, the street lights came on again and again and the phone never rang again.

“It’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right.”

   The young man gritted his teeth, wiped his face with the back of his hand, felt his face moisten, then walked straight to his motorcycle, which was lying on the ground, picked it up, straddled it and started it up again.

“It’s okay, it’s not a big deal.”

   It’s just that in Type’s heart, this small consolation was useless, because his heart… Must not even be as all right as he says it is.

   If we could stop being sad because of one word, we wouldn’t be human.

   

   On the other side of Thailand, the young man who had just hung up the phone, was already eager to run upstairs from the dining room into his room, so much so that his sister and elder brother followed him and ran in to find out what was going on, only to find him rushing to grab his bag.

   At first Tharn was flabbergasted when he saw Tharn’s phone ringing, he picked up the phone and realized that it was Type who was calling.

   Thorn shook his head in frustration at the time:Have they been dating long enough for a single sentence to make a heartfelt connection?

“Tharn, what’s going on?”

“Brother, help me.”

“Huh?” Thorn looked like a question mark.

Tharn continued: “Can you please book me the fastest flight to Koh Samui, no, there are no flights to Koh Samui now, let’s fly to Surat Thani first, the fastest flight… Ya, please help me pack my luggage.”

   Tharn spoke in a serious tone, then grabbed a pile of clothes from the closet and threw them on the bed, then took out his wallet, still holding the phone tightly in his hand.

   The two siblings’ faces smiled with relief and ridicule.

“Bastard, you’re stealing my thunder, don’t you know that your brother sister in law and I are getting married and I have to look the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Brother, Tharn’s matter is most important now.” He didn’t fold the clothes neatly and put them in his bag but just stuffed them in haphazardly, because she also saw her brother’s impatience.

“Call me when you’re sure about the flight.”

   After saying that, Tharn grabbed his bag and rushed out of the room as fast as he could, ignoring his brother’s question about whether he needed a ride or not, even if he had to pay the high airport parking fees, he would do anything to meet the person who just called him in the shortest possible time.

   At the same time, Tharn also called a co-worker at work to take a leave of absence, infuriating the co-worker into screaming over the phone.

“I’m going to take the day off, come back to work after Songkran and if I’m not approved for the week leave, then tell my boss that I had a serious illness and had to take a break early!”

   Tharn ignored the thunderous voice on the phone, hung up the phone and threw it on the passenger seat, then started the car and drove to the airport.

   Type, I miss you too, wait for me, I’ll come to you and tell you myself.

   A brand new day begins, the young man who hadn’t slept for almost the whole night gets up before dawn, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep even if he stays in bed, all he can think about is someone who just broke his heart, damn it! Every time he thought about it, tears flowed out of his eyes, even when he saw the insurance company’s advertisement, he thought it was fu*cking sensational, tears are not worth anything!

   As to why he gets up so early in the morning… Because he doesn’t want his parents to ask him questions.

   I don’t look any different than if I’d just crawled out of the grave.

   So, he told the worker who was supposed to pick up the things needed for the reception of the tenants not to go but to get them himself and then he went out in his father’s pickup truck.

   I’m so tired!

Not physically but emotionally, he didn’t know that a breakup could be so painful.

“Maybe that’s the evil karma I’ve received.”

   What goes around comes around. Once, he broke up with Tharn on purpose, in order to bait his evil friend. He felt guilty and sorry for Tharn but he knew it was just a lie he made up and he didn’t really want to break up, so he didn’t feel any heartache… But this time.

   It hurt, it hurt so badly, that he couldn’t breathe. Tharn was probably as sore then as he is now.

   Tharn didn’t know it was just a joke at the time. He heard Thorn say how miserable Tharn was at that time… As fate has a way of reincarnating, Tharn’s pain is finally felt by him now. He deserves it!

   Now, Type doesn’t want to cry like a crybaby and he doesn’t want to numb himself with alcohol, because he knows he has work to do and responsibilities to take on but… he feels like his life has lost something important. He felt as if he had lost something important in his life.

   Type felt as if someone had plucked out his chest, ripping out the heart inside.

   It’s like there’s a void, like there’s no weight, like something important has disappeared and yet he can’t die.

   I can’t die but the pain is worse than death, because the brain still thinks, the body still feels and the heart still calls out, like a bubbly heroine in a novel.

“Type, don’t think about it. Get back to work. Get back to work!” Type hypnotized himself, trying to remind himself that this was no time to be sad and that if he didn’t want his father to get hurt, he shouldn’t be so obvious about it, because if his father found out, he’d make fun of him for breaking up with him.

He wanted to shout into his father’s ear, “Don’t rub salt into people’s wounds!

   Type drove by the dock, saw a ferry leaving the dock to pick up passengers at Surat Thani and what he didn’t know was that it would return with the person he wanted to see the most, oh no, now it was probably the person he wanted to kill and dump the body.

   Finally, the young man picked up his things and returned home, although his family homestay was not as big as the one on the other side of the island, which was a five-star hotel with a large swimming pool, their homestay was also clean, spacious and allowed pets, as well as adjacent to a beautiful beach. So during the high season, their B&B is also overcrowded, because they provide breakfast service and sometimes there are not enough people to work there, so sometimes Type is exhausted.

   The good news is that they only serve breakfast but if they offered meals at other times of the day, Type would have encouraged his parents to close down the B&B, he was exhausted and not making much money.

   But compared to his thoughts, the fatigue he had complained of for days had become nothing and he was glad that now he was as busy as a top and his head was spinning like a top and that he wished only to be so tired that he would fall asleep on his pillow tonight and have no sleep at all and not think of the one who hurt each other.

   As soon as Type carried the stuff into the B&B, he went out to get the sheets again, because the laundry man told him that he was too busy to bring them here and he passed someone by.

   Type was so busy that he picked up something from the laundry and on his way back, he stopped by to get a cup of coffee, only to run into his best friend who was taking it easy.

“You look like you’ve been busy.”

“You look like you have a lot of time on your hands, if you want to help.”

“No, no, no. I’m back on vacation. I want Groucho’s palsy. I envy you! I’m jealous of you!”

Looking at his best friend sipping his coffee, he really fits the image of a paralyzed Groucho.

“How about you? How’s the decision about being a monk coming?” Kom is back on the same topic they talked about a few days ago.

“I’ve talked to the abbot, there’s an auspicious day, or after Songkran, I’m too busy, I’d better finish this period before I become a monk.” Type answered and took a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, what day exactly? If it happens to be Songkran, I can help out a bit.”

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

“What’s going on today!” Before Type could answer Kom’s question, his phone rang abruptly and he didn’t want to answer it once he picked it up and saw the name on it… Mom.

“Mom, what is it now? I’ll be home soon!”

   [Buy me something. I don’t have much. I want to buy… Blabla… Blabla…]

What the old lady called not many things would often be a long list, Type couldn’t help but roll his eyes, tilting his head to look at his best friend who was raising an eyebrow at him, only to hear him chuckle softly, opening and closing his lips: “Do you want me to help?”

Originally Type didn’t want to bother his best friend but looking at his own situation, he had to change his mind: “You help me get my stuff home, give me your motorcycle, I’ll go shopping for our old lady, I’ll meet you at my house.”

“Okay, I have more time than a fish today.” This guy deliberately had a long tail, Type couldn’t help but shake his head and cussed, “Beat it! Give me the car keys, I don’t have time to talk to you.”

After exchanging the keys, Type jumped on the motorcycle and started the bike, because he still had a lot of work to do and his mother’s instructions to buy more than just a few things, by the time he finished everything and rode home, it was already ten o’clock.

“Ah, let me die!”

   Type is tired enough of riding his bike to the grocery store but what makes him even more tired is the fact that his ungrateful old man is standing at the entrance of the road back to the B&B, staring at him with his eyes.

“I beg you. I’m begging you, we went to the doctor earlier and he told me that if you move around too much, the wound will get infected and now you’re having a problem? How can you heal like this? Go home and lie down for a day… No. No, lie down for a week!” Type knew that his father’s wound was almost healed but couldn’t he just rest and let his son and his wife rest, too? Is it really that hard?

When the old father heard this tone of grumbling and questioning, he immediately pulled down his face and said fiercely, “Who wants to stay in the house, it’s going to be moldy and smelly, okay!”

“Moldy and smelly? Who said that? My mother? If she hears you talking about her like that, she’ll slap you against the wall and pick at you.”

“Bastard, don’t act like you don’t know, you haven’t seen each other for weeks, I thought I wouldn’t see him again this year, who’d have thought!” Type’s father was gnashing his teeth, his expression of hatred, Type was confused… Did his father get too much rest and lose his mind?

“Dad, please, speak in the language of the people, or in the dialect, as long as I understand.” asked Type, who didn’t know what he was talking about and at that moment,

“Type!”

   A certain deep-rooted voice was carried by the sea breeze into his ears… Type was stunned.

   Hearing such a familiar voice, Type slowly turned his head back.

   The man he tried to kill is standing there smiling… Tharn.

   The man looked like he hadn’t slept all night, a bit of a mess, his clothes were wrinkled but his eyes and smile were filled with joy, there was a blue ocean in his eyes and the sun was shining brightly… Tharn just stood there quietly… stood there… in front of him.

“Tharn…” Type called out distractedly, Tharn came towards him and he slowly got off the motorcycle.

Type just stood there, looking at the young man slowly walking towards him, until the man came in front of him.

“…”

“…”

   He didn’t say a word and they were silent. All they could do was   No, he didn’t choke him, he didn’t drag him to the beach and push his head into the water, he didn’t jump up and kick him, he just… He just… held Tharn tightly.

   He wrapped both arms around Tharn’s neck, feeling the warmth of the other’s body and finally closed his eyes slowly.

   This is Tharn’s touch, this is Tharn’s smell… It’s really Tharn!

   Without words, without explanations, without questions, at this moment, Type felt that the empty chest was filled with a freshly beating heart.

   It had come back, what it had lost it had come back and the feeling of having it back almost made him want to cry.

The one who was clinging to him said to him, “Type, I miss you, I miss you so much.”

Type wasn’t a very stupid guy but he was stupid enough to think that Tharn was going to break up with him and the guy didn’t answer because he didn’t love, he just… He wanted to tell him that he misses him in person.

Before punching or kicking each other, Type just wanted to feel the feeling of a month lost and found again and the profoundly meaningful words “I miss you.”

“I miss you, I miss you every day, all the time… Don’t ever leave me again!”

   The heart he thought had died came back to life.

   

****

 

“Say, do you want me to punch you or slap you, take your pick.”

“I want you to k-iss me.”

“Hmm, want me to k-iss you on the mouth with my iron hoof?” “

Type looked at the young man who chased him to the island and gave him two options to choose from but he licked his face and smiled and said he would choose the third option, with a confident look on his face.

By now, the two of them were standing on the beach, not far from the B&B but quite far from his house, Tharn was sitting on the beach, Type was standing there with a black face and how they escaped from his own father’s clutches… Thanks to his best friend, Kom, of course.

Kom took Type’s father home and volunteered to work for him, so he and Tharn could go somewhere and talk and he’d do the rest of the manual labor. So, they got some time alone together.

“Are you… Are you okay?”

“Today’s better and if you’d been here yesterday, Thorn would be here to collect your body.” Type got back to him in a huff, because now he knew why Tharn had hung up on him.

   He could have played dumb and let Tharn explain but his heart understood that the reason he’d hung up suddenly, was to get to him as soon as possible.

   Tharn suddenly reached over and grabbed Type’s hand.

“I’m sorry…”

Upon hearing this, Type turned his face to look at him and saw that he was looking at him with a guilty look on his face.

“What are you sorry about?”

“Everything.”

“Don’t try to get away with this, just tell me one thing at a time, what did you do wrong?” Type looked like he had the upper hand, smiling wickedly but in reality, he had already given in, from the moment he saw Tharn, from the moment he realized that today was still a working day and he was coming to him regardless, he gave in. And by giving, he’s got nothing against him.

“To be honest… I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong but once I saw you… I’ve admitted to everything.”

Snap!

Type couldn’t help but push his boyfriend’s head with his other hand, he can’t stand Tharn’s face as the main character in this drama.

“I’m sorry… I’ve said bad things to you.”

“…”

Type couldn’t help but turn her head to look at her boyfriend and after a while, she finally sat down next to him and gently patted their hands with her other hand.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t like it very much when you talk to me like that, even when you insult me.” Now that Tharn’s been straight with him, he’s got nothing to beat around the bush.

“I’m sorry…” Tharn apologized again.

Type turned his head and looked at him no more, just at the sea: “I want you to remember, that I could never betray you and if I did, it would be over between me and you then.”

Type’s tone was flat, he turned to look at Tharn again and saw the sad expression on his face… It’s the same as his mood.

“I’m sorry too… I’m sorry, I was careless myself.”

If he’d been a little more careful, none of this would have happened.

   Tharn’s grip on his hand tightened, as if to confirm that Type was at his side and then he breathed a long sigh of relief… He threw his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“Tharn, I don’t like the way you’re always jealous and indiscriminately jealous and the list of unreasonable things you’ve done over the years is too long to list and I know there’s a lot of things you don’t like about me that you don’t want me to do, so… From now on, please tell me directly, I’ll try to be calm, I’ll try to be more mature, I’ll try not to let it happen again… I don’t want to be apart for a long time like this, I can’t stand it!”

At this point, Type had thrown away his pride and dignity, as long as Tharn appeared in front of him.

“Mature and stable? You can do that?”

“Hey, f*ck you Tharn!”

Tharn, who had been so serious, smiled instead, a mischievous gleam in his quiet eyes and wrapped his arms around Type’s waist instead, a gesture that made Type feel much better.

“Can’t we just let that go for a while?” Tharn blurted out, as if they were discussing something insignificant and Type wasn’t angry, on the contrary, now he didn’t want to discuss what he liked, what he couldn’t tolerate.

“Okay.” Type smiled, quietly eyeing his half-breed boyfriend.

Tharn asked, “So now… I can k-iss you now?”

The subject came back to the question of options, at this point, all the unhappiness and anxiety on Type’s heart miraculously evaporated, leaving only a silly young man who was “framed” by a child. Tharn smiled at him, Tharn holds his hand tightly and Tharn still puts him in the ultimate position.

Heartbroken, Type tugged at Tharn’s lapel and let him lean in, saying ambiguously, “I’m still waiting for you to make your move.”

Looked at each other, stared at each other and then… Lips on lips.

   Their lips were pressed tightly together in a stormy, almost devouring k-iss, so fervent and urgent that they couldn’t even leave a second to part, leaving no gap between them. The two flexible t-ongues eagerly probed into each other’s mouths, resisting each other to the death, the sound of their lips and t-ongues almost overpowering the sound of the waves but they still felt that it was not enough, as long as they were making love with the person in front of them, nothing was ever enough.

“Ugh!”

   The cool tip of his t-ongue swept through Type’s hot mouth, giving him supreme pleasure. Tharn leaned in knowingly, doing whatever Type was comfortable doing.

   Tharn pursued him, Tharn retreated, Tharn pursued him further, the sweet sounds of exchanging saliva echoes in his head, Type feels drunk.

   A k-iss from Tharn is more destructive than a few hours of drinking with Kom.

   The sound of panting, the wind, the waves and the sounds of everything else played a symphony in Type’s mind and the sound of their bodies rubbing against each other sounded so erotic that Type didn’t mind if they were about to go on a wild s-xx spree.

But,

“What are you doing!”

He’d probably forgotten that he had a pair of watchful eyes on them at home and his stubborn old father voice rang out at the wrong time, so he and Tharn had to part their sticky lips reluctantly, turning back to the old man who staggered towards them.

“Intimacy is over.”  Type endured, as he pushed the young man on top of him to get up, Tharn stood up and patted the sand on his pants, then offered Type his hand.

“If you say something nice and I’m comfortable listening, I’ll go on strike for a day with you today.” Type raised his eyebrows at Tharn.

Tharn also looked at him with a sincere face and confessed solemnly:

“I love you!”

On hearing this, Type smiled, then took his boyfriend’s hand and used his strength to stand up, after which he shouted to his father, “Dad, I’m going on huge strike today, I want to be with my husband.”

“Fu*ck! You ungrateful son!!!!”

   Type didn’t pay attention to what his father was yelling at him, he only saw Tharn shaking his head somewhat huffily but the huffy youth held his hand tightly, they walked silently, their hearts were close to each other.

   They’ve been apart for so long that it’s not too much to ask that they be together all the time, because they both want to make up for the regret of being apart, to cherish the one they’ve kept with their hearts and the one they love with their minds.

 

 

 

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

Seven Years After, Chapter 17: People who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.: TTTS Chapters Home: Seven Years After, Chapter 19: Longing for each other

 

 

Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 17: People who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 17: People who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

“Bastard, do you remember the girl from next door, next door, next door? That’s the girl who went to school in Chiang Mai.”

“Which one’s next door? We’ve got several neighbors.”

“Ahhh, that’s the girl who got into Chiang Mai University, long hair, very pretty.”

“Can’t remember.”

“Oh aah, how come your memory is worse than my bad old man’s, the girl with the nice body and the plump ass.”

“So what if I remember? So what if I don’t? Dad, that girl with the long hair, the pretty face, the shapely a*ss you were talking about, you were so observant, why? You want a lover in your old age?”

“Fu*ck you, don’t you see what I mean?”

   Type is already finding it hard to stay in this house, because his father not only encourages him to break up with his Bangkok boyfriend every day but also today, he is trying to introduce a girl to him. Type’s brow was furrowed and he had a feeling that the words coming out of his father’s mouth would not be to his liking.

“No! I don’t want to understand at all.”

Type replied faintly and then tried to flee the scene but it seems that he underestimated his father, who used to be able to beat brown bears with his bare hands.

“Hey, Dad, you’re trying to kill me!”

Type couldn’t go at all, because his father was quick enough to pull out the cane in front of him and if he hadn’t ducked in time, it would have hit him in the face!

“It’s not enough to kill you, it’s enough to crack your skull, then we’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Hey, Dad, get out of my way.”

“So where do you want to go?” Father Type won’t let him go.

“Oh aah, I’m done with my work, I’ve left my job but I need my privacy too.” If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s his father, Type would have yelled at his father for minding his own business but he wanted to respect his father, so he tried to speak in a calm tone but his father didn’t seem to be giving up easily, so he expressed his intentions straightforwardly.

“Then go and say hello to that girl.”

   See, that’s what I thought.

“Why should I, I don’t even remember her parents’ faces, names or ages, so I’m sure they don’t remember me either.”

However, Type’s father is smiling with eight teeth and the contrast between his white teeth and his dark skin is so striking that he seems to have inherited these characteristics from his father.

After that, Type’s dad said excitedly, “Who said that, when I saw you today, she delivered something to me, she said she hadn’t seen you for a long time, didn’t you see how she looked when she was talking? Why don’t you go say hello? She’s really pretty, even prettier than your mother was when she was young.”

Type’s father was getting more and more excited but the person listening, his face had the look of someone who has taken a bitter pill, or a bitter pill mixed with wormwood.

“Don’t say hello, she’ll be back to school soon and your son will go back to Bangkok to work and the rest of the world will never come.”

“But I heard her say she’d come back to work home after graduation.”

Please let me die! Please let me die!!

Snap!

Type doesn’t care about his father’s identity anymore, slaps the table hard and squeezes out a few words through his teeth, “Say what you want, don’t beat around the bush!”

Type’s dad immediately smiled like a loving father: “I want a daughter-in-law, you go after her and make her my daughter-in-law.”

Bang! BANG!!

   No matter if they would call him disobedient or not, Type couldn’t care less, he shot up again, veins pulsing at his temples, angry, so angry that he wanted to snatch his father’s cane and shove it in his mouth to shut him up but of course it was just a thought.

Type was so angry that he didn’t know what to do, he shouted, “Dad, listen to me, no matter how pretty you find a girl with tits as big as watermelons, I don’t want her and I’m not interested in s-x at all, I’m already seeing someone and I’m seeing a man, so you don’t have to keep encouraging me to break up with you, because you’re… I won’t break up even if I have to say it but we’re still together, just for a while!!!!”

Type couldn’t stand it any longer, he blocked the crutches that were blocking his way and Type’s father shouted angrily, “How dare you talk to your father like that, you ungrateful son!!”

Type thought it would be better to leave quietly but he couldn’t help but explode at the sight of his father’s incessant behavior and ran to the other side of the house to get help, calling out to his mother, “Mom! Mom!” he called out to his mother, “Mom! My father says he wants the daughter of a certain family in the village as his lover and that the daughter is many times more beautiful than you were when you were young!”

“Type, you son of a bi*tch!”

Type didn’t care what his father said, he jumped on the motorcycle, started it and ran away. After that, his parents could fight or not, if his father kept instigating him to break up, he would sooner or later get fed up with it.

Type really doesn’t like people telling him what to do, no matter how angry he is with Tharn, no matter how much he argues, he doesn’t need anyone to break up with him, even if it’s his parents, no matter who.

With that in mind, Type stepped on the gas pedal, just to get to his destination. His destination was a tavern, where someone was already waiting for him with a drink.

“Jeez, Type, what took you so long, you’re late…”

Before the other party could finish complaining, Type picked up the beer from the table and gulped it down.

“Hey, that’s my beer!”

Yes, the first one to arrive was Kom, Type’s best friend, who had moved in with his foreign husband but as soon as he heard that Type was back, he came back on his bike yesterday.

When his best friend arrived and poured drinks without saying a word, Kom yells at the top of his lungs, unaware that Type is going crazy because his father is forcing him to accept a girl he doesn’t like.

Kom: “Calm down brother, what’s going on? It was fine yesterday.”

Type sat down on his ass, sitting across from Kom, a look of murder on his face, a tone of displeasure, “Had a fight with my dad.”

“Arguing with uncle? You’re the pride of his father, when you finished your master’s degree, he told the whole village, he told everyone, he wanted to inform the village yellow dog, he wanted the whole world to know that his son is going to be a success, or so my mother said.” Kom thought it was funny, then continued, “So what did you and your father fight about?”

Type was stunned for a long time, lowered his head and poured himself a drink, then said, “My father wants me to get married.”

“Huh? But don’t you have a… Are you seeing anybody?” The last thing Kom said was in Type’s ear, he figured Type didn’t want to come out in public but Type didn’t seem like the type to come out.

Type brought Tharn back a few times but not many people knew about their relationship and the neighbors thought the handsome foreigner was Type’s best friend.

“I’m in a cold war with him.”

“Hey, aah, aah, why are you always fighting with him? Don’t tell me you came back because you had a fight with him.” Kom’s got that “here we go again” look on his face.

Type pulled down his face: “Do you think I’m a coward… Of course not, I came back because my dad got hurt, I came back to take care of the old man and just happened to have a cold war with him.” In Type’s opinion, if his childhood friend is willing to come out, he won’t hide anything from him and he’s been drinking, so many things he doesn’t want to talk about have come out.

“It’s not good that you’re separated after such a fight.”

“I know,” he said he knew it wasn’t good to be separated like this but he couldn’t go back to Bangkok yet, not for a few weeks at least, not until his father’s foot was almost healed.

“If you know it’s bad, then make up.”

“I’m not wrong about this.” Type remained stubborn and Kom laughed… causing Type to frown.

“What are you laughing at?”  asked Type with a serious look on his face and as the hairdresser cleared his throat like he was in control, he couldn’t resist lifting the table.

“Type ah Type.” Kom lifted a hand to Type’s shoulder, shook his head again with a grin and continued, “There’s no one right or wrong when it is about love.”

“…”

“I don’t want to preach to you but if you always think you’re right and Tharn thinks he’s right, I think you two are going to get cold feet. It’s not about who’s soft in a relationship and if you breaks up like your dad encouraged, you won’t even have a place to cry and then don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kom smiled at Type as an onlooker, probably thinking that they were just having a little fight.

Type said depressingly, “He said I cheated on him.”

“…”

Kom’s eyes widened immediately, pointing at Type’s face with his mouth wide open in surprise, “Fu*ck! You…”

“If you believe that too, I’ll guarantee to splash you with beer and press your head into the sea!”

On hearing that, Kom immediately shut his mouth and looked thoughtful, “If you didn’t cheat, no, no, no, you couldn’t have cheated, so where did Tharn get the false information that you cheated?” When Type raised his hand to splash him, Kom immediately changed his tune and said he couldn’t have cheated on him, while raising his hand to beg him not to do it yet.

“He… saw me k-issing someone else but I wasn’t careful and that bastard forced me to k-iss him.” Type didn’t wait for Kom to continue, so he spoke on his own.

Kom was stunned, a bit afraid of Type’s sudden agitation, so he said cautiously, “Type, calm down, listen to me, to be honest, if I were you, I would be angry too, wait, listen to what I have to say, you can yell at Tharn all you want, then I will be your tree. But before you do, listen to what I have to say about this from an observer’s point of view.”

Seeing Kom’s face as if he was afraid of kicking the iron plate, Type couldn’t help but whisper to himself, “Do I really look that scary?

At first Type wanted to interrupt Kom but they wouldn’t allow it, kept telling him to calm down and he looked like he was serious.

“You may be angry at being labeled as unfaithful, even though you didn’t do anything wrong to Tharn but look at it from Tharn’s point of view. Whoever saw that happening with their own eyes would be furious and if they’re not, then they don’t love you. OK, he said it was a bit harsh of you to cheat on him but he said it in anger. I’m not going to lie, my boyfriend called me a slut when he was jealous!”

   Maybe Kom’s example is too graphic, Type is speechless.

   If I call Tharn a slut, he’ll kick me to death.

“Do you think I wasn’t angry? Of course I was angry but when he calms down, we’ll talk and we’ll be fine. Let me guess, a character like you wouldn’t wait until he calms down to talk to him, right?” Kom, knowing Type’s temperament, saw Type’s silent face away.

“What did you say to him?” Kom continued to ask questions.

“What makes you think I said anything to him?”

“Type, you and I grew up together, we were close enough to share a pair of trousers, we knew what was on your mind and would just say it, it’s almost as if you had no words, I feel for Tharn considering how angry you were.”

Type didn’t really want to talk about it but he was relieved to have a friend who was willing to be his outlet and he replied, “I said… If you don’t trust me, we’ll take a break for a while.”

“Ugh!!!”

Kom sighed at Type, who had thought he was right, grinded his teeth, wanted to throw the beer in his face but paused at his next words.

“Haven’t you punished him enough?”

Type was stunned, his mind suddenly blank and his hand trembling as he held the glass.

“It is he who is being unreasonable.”

“Who doesn’t make a fool of themselves when they’re in a relationship? And don’t say you don’t.” Kom’s words made Type unable to reply and suddenly Kom was a much scarier person than Techno.

Techno was afraid to say anything because he was afraid of him but not Kom, he was always straightforward with Type.

“Don’t defend him, you don’t know him, I’m telling you, he’s a man who likes to think things out of his mind, he loses his temper over trivial things, he hides in the bedroom when I don’t calm him down, he’s always talking about marriage, what marriage, how two grown men can get married you tell me! He’s jealous over the slightest thing. He’s even jealous of the toilet bowl if I squat over it for a while! (LAUGHS)!” After that, Type poured another gulp of beer into his mouth, causing Kom to laugh.

Laughed his a*ss off!

“You know, from what you’re saying, there’s only one thing I can see…” Without looking at Type’s face, Kom gently rubbed the glass in his hand, laughing again.

“You’re a man to be envied and jealous of!”

“Huh?”

“Because you let me know how much your boyfriend loves you… Hahahaha, so much that he’d eat vinegar from a toilet bowl!”

“…”

It wasn’t the word “toilet” that froze Type, it was the preceding sentence.

“You probably don’t even know how much you’ve just bragged about how much your boyfriend loves you, how possessive he is of you. You’ve been in love for years and he’s still so possessive of you, he’s jealous of the toilet bowl, isn’t there usually a seven-year lost itch or something? Tharn has no such thing. My guy only gets jealous when he’s really attracted to me.” Kom laughed and said, Type sighed.

What kind of eyes did you see with? Fish eyes!

Of course, Type refused to admit that Tharn loved him very much. He only knew that Tharn was not polite to him at all, he used to listen and obey what he said. Now, the slightest thing comes to a head.

“Okay, okay, I’m not going to argue with you, let’s not talk about that guy today.”

“So talk about that girl your dad scouted for you?”

“Are you tired of living?!”

   Kom laughed again for a while but finally changed the subject. Type was trying to get the words out of his mind, letting the cool breeze blow on his face, trying to focus on his childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen for a long time. There is always a moment… when I can’t help but think of someone who is being unreasonable.

“Oh, when did you two get back?” Hearing this, Type and Kom looked over in unison and saw someone they’d known since childhood.

“Hello Uncle, I came back the day before yesterday, Type has been back for a while, by the way, are you here to talk?” Kom spoke to the uncle in a friendly tone and pointed to a group of uncles who were drinking and laughing not far away.

“Usually but not today, I’m just here to deliver an invitation.”

“What kind of invitation?”

The question brought a smile to his lips and a smile to his eyes.

“The invitation for the head shaving ceremony, my son is going to be a monk, by the way, give this to your father for me.” Type looked down at the white envelope in his hand and pulled out the invitation inside.

“How old is uncle’s son? How old is he?” Kom put the invitation in his pocket as he talked to himself.

“Kom.”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever been ordained?”

“Yeah, have you?”

Type shook his head and returned, “Only as a Sannyasin (?) in a temple but not as a monk.”

Kom smiled at the news and said, “Then take this opportunity to shave your head and become a monk, let go of the pleasures of world, the dharma will help you to be at peace.”

Type doesn’t reply but just stares at the invitation in his hand, drinking quietly. He suddenly feels that he has been too selfish, so much so that he forgot to do something for his important person.

“Wait, you’re not serious, are you?” Seeing Type’s silence, Kom suddenly had a premonition.

“I may not be able to get married and have children the way my father wanted but at least… I can shave my head for him and pray for my parents.”

   Perhaps, this is the best time to do it.

 

****

 

“What did you say!”

“Dad, are you not only hurt your leg but also deaf?”

“I heard you say you wanted to become a monk!”

The old man was so shocked that he shouted at the top of his voice. Type lifted a hand to cover his father’s ear and nodded his head firmly.

“Yeah, you heard right, I’m going to become a monk.”

The old father probably thought his son was drunk, so he stood up and looked condescendingly at Type, “Wait, why so suddenly?”

“Aw, don’t you want me to become a monk for you? That’s fine.” Type couldn’t help but smile and he looked into his father’s confused but shining eyes, knowing that he would be pleasantly surprised.

At this point, his mother also spoke up and said, “This matter lies mainly with you and if you choose to become a monk against your will, you cannot do us any good.”

Type smiled and walked over to his mother and held her hand, “Mom, listen, I may not be able to give you grandchildren but I can shave my head for you and my father… this is what I really want to do, tomorrow I will talk to the abbot of the temple.”

The mother smiled kindly at her son and said, “If you have already made up your mind, I won’t stop you but now you should take a bath.” The mother struck her son several times on the shoulder and pretended to cover her nose.

Type smiled and agreed, turned around and went upstairs, the father behind him was laughing with joy but he heard his wife say, “Do you think our son will have broken the vow of lust before the shaving?”

“Eh, don’t you dare say that, he’s breaking s-x with someone, I don’t even want to hear your nonsense!”

The old father couldn’t help but shudder and retort loudly, the old mother shook her head at the old companion who didn’t want to accept the reality and said: “Okay, let’s not talk about the broken ring thing, the TV drama has started, it’s just getting to the exciting part, this actress is so young and so good at acting, if we polish the screen, she can definitely be your daughter in law.”

The old father knew that his partner was changing the subject, so he turned his face to watch the famous scene of the TV drama and muttered, “Gosh! If that brat could have such a beautiful girlfriend, I wouldn’t have a word against it.”

But he didn’t know, his son… would’ve had such a good-looking boyfriend.

“Mom, I’m going shopping, don’t let my dad out wandering around, he’ll get an infection later.”

“Yeah well, I’ll keep an eye on that stubborn old man.”

The sky had changed color, Type finished the work on the house and jumped on the motorcycle after he gave a shout to the mother in the house and went out… It was time for the Songkran holiday, which also coincided with the full moon and the mother and the workers were busy in the house, with the burden of the ungrateful old father.

Recently, Type hasn’t had much time to think about anyone because he’s been so busy with his work but at this moment,

“Shit! Get the fu*ck out of my head! Get out of my head!!!”

Type growled at the wind, someone who hadn’t contacted him for a week, someone he couldn’t help but miss whenever he had free time, someone he couldn’t shake off, someone he wanted to run over sometimes, someone who always disturbed his mind.

   Type always wonders: What does he eat? How does he live? How does he release his lust? He doesn’t know any of that.

   He didn’t even contact me. Did he even see my announcement? Just because I said we’ll talk when I get back, doesn’t mean he can’t call me before I get back, ass- bleep–hole!

   If you don’t call for a week, which river did you drown in!

The empty road, the trees backing up on both sides of the road and the bloodstained sky made Type’s heart tighten: “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it!” Type kept telling himself but the more he looked at the empty road, the more he felt that something was gnawing at his heart, as if his heart was empty.

   Finally, Type pulled the bike to the side of the road, he looked up at the darkening sky, the red haze in the sky seemed to wash away the sky, Type didn’t find this view beautiful, even though there were already many people out for the sunset, he still felt lonely, as if the excitement was all theirs, he had nothing.

   If he had… If he had someone by his side, the sunset would have been beautiful and watching it would have been romantic and yet he was alone and suddenly he felt a strong sense of loneliness.

   The loneliness that comes from within.

   Type’s grip on the handlebars tightened, his eyes felt swollen, dense with moisture. He let the sun rays fall on him.

   He sees sunsets like this every day.

   He rides his bike past those two rows of trees every day.

   He can see the open road every day at this time.

   He’s seen these scenes since he was a child but why, why is he facing these familiar scenes all by himself right now… and yet his heart is so strange? Why is his heart so unfamiliar?

   Why are you so lonely when you’re alone?

He makes himself busy every day but when he’s not busy… He misses that guy.

   Type looked down at the handlebars, the sun was going down on the sea and without the light, everything on earth and in the sky was going dark… Just like his heart.

   Tharn, where are you? What are you doing? Did you miss me?

   Tick-tock~.

   Is it raining?

   The water from nowhere fell on the back of his hand, Type froze, still lowered his head and let the water drops he thought came from the sky continue to fall. He took out his cell phone and without any thought or consideration, he firmly pressed the number he had in mind and dialed out without hesitation.

   What is prejudice?

   What is anger?

   What’s an argument?

To hell with all of it! The only thing he’s thinking about now is to tell that man,

   [Type?]

   The person on the other end of the line was calling his name, making the tears on the back of his hand well up and just hearing that person’s voice, that person just called his name and that person’s voice just sounded a little reluctant and all the strength he’d built up fell apart in an instant.

   He’s the one who looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside.

Who knows how much suffering Type has endured these past weeks? The moment the call came through, the only thing he wanted to say was, “I miss you!”

The nostalgic feeling that sprang up from his heart at this moment, the feeling that he desperately wanted to tell that person, the feeling that he missed that person so much that he was going crazy, that he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

“Tharn, I miss you!”

   Everyone thinks I’m breaking up with you. Am I? I cried tears just parting from you. A man like me, who hardly cries, cried for you! Why does everyone think I’m indestructible? I miss you like crazy, just looking at the sky and the sea, I can miss you so much!

   Tharn, I can’t break up with you. Not ever!

No matter what,

“Tharn, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you…”

   There were a thousand things he wanted to say to that person but right now, he just wanted him to know how much he missed him.

   Tharn, I’ve missed you!

 

 

 

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 16: Why part when you’ve only met once?

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 16: Why part when you’ve only met once?

   That bastard Tharn didn’t think I took Faires home, did he?

Pong! Pong! Pong!

“Type…”

   I don’t know, the guy’s so preoccupied with his thoughts, he probably suspects I’m having an affair with Faires right now.

Pong! Pong! Pong!

“Type…”

  Fu*ck him! I shouldn’t have called him and told him I was going home!

Pong! Pong! Pong! Bong! Bong!

“Type!”

But if I don’t call him, he’s going to wonder why I didn’t call him and it’s so frustrating that I’m the one who offered to take a break and then I’m the one who has to think about his feelings.

“Hey! You bastard!!!!! You deaf or something!!!”

“Aw, Dad, when did you get here, it’s a mess, be careful of tripping and breaking bones!”

Type was chopping down the branches of the trees that had fallen on the roof of the house when it was struck by lightning and because his mind was so preoccupied with someone in Bangkok that he didn’t even notice when the restless old man of his house came, the old father hobbled under the house with a cane and called out to him several times, before Type was pulled out of his thoughts.

“Annoying child, your father’s only made a mistake this time, are you going to be laughing at me until my grandchildren are born?”

Well

As soon as the father’s voice was over, his son, Type, froze, for he couldn’t bear his father a grandson. It seems that Type’s father also realized that he had made a slip of the t-ongue and was lost for words. The only son of the family, Type sat down quickly and with his legs hanging over the eaves, he looked down at the head of the family below.

“Dad, go inside and sit down, if you move around too much you’ll get infected and then you’ll have to bother someone else.”

Type shook his head somewhat sadly, when he heard his mother on the phone about his father’s injury, it sounded very serious, he was shocked and later, after hearing the whole story, he actually felt that his “ungratefully” his father deserved it.”

He was so old and went out to cut down trees in the dark but he didn’t know how to do it, so he ended up breaking his leg and even though he was injured, he had the nerve to walk home, bleeding all over the place and told his mother that it was just a small wound. The older he gets, the more he looks like a kid, almost to the bone, so the villagers rushed him to the hospital. Look at this restless old man, lying quietly for less than two days and now he’s wandering around the house again.

“Oh, now that my son is back, why should I bother anyone else? You would carry me to the hospital if there was a problem.” Now that my son is back, the old man feels relieved but don’t cut your own leg on purpose to get him back, right?

Type shook his head heavily to deny this and after all he was at fault, he hadn’t been home for almost a year.

“It’s a good thing I resigned, otherwise, even if you had a broken leg, my heartless leader wouldn’t have granted me a leave of absence.” Type said resentfully, thinking about that dog of a leader, he regretted not punching him more before quitting.

Type’s dad laughed in delight, “Good, good, you’ll be living at home from now on.”

   Type was stunned, this is not the first time he heard his father say this, he had often asked him to come back to develop his career, this time when he heard that he quit his job, he was even more excited to ask him to come back to live here permanently.

Pong! Pong!

“After the Songkran festival… No, after you’re healed, I should return to Bangkok…”

“Because of that fake foreigner?”

“…”

   After a while, he continued chopping down the tree as if nothing had happened. Why do you keep thinking about him?

   At the airport, he had to call Tharn on the phone while wondering if his father would never walk again, or else Tharn would die of frustration from his imagination.

   I’ve done this for you and you think I’ve betrayed you, you bastard! You son of a bi*tch!!

   The more he thought about it, the stronger his hand became, the more he wanted to take out all his anger on the tree in front of me.

“I think you should come home, if the job in Bangkok isn’t good then come back and help me, if that fake foreigner misses you badly enough he’ll come to you.”

“He probably won’t come.”  Type said, not really picturing Tharn here on a permanent basis, the kind of guy who’s supposed to be in a skyscraper, not in the country.

“Then break up.”

Damn, it’s all about persuasion here too!

“I don’t like that kid anyway.” Papa Type continued.

“Dad, you’re the one who’s been trying to talk us out of it for three meals a day, I told you already, we can’t break up!”

“How dare you talk to your father like that!!!” Type’s dad pointed his stick at Type and yelled at him.

Type irritably raked his hair, “Mom!!!”

Type shouted to his mother inside the house and her face immediately appeared at the kitchen window.

“Mom, take your husband back inside, he’s wounded and still restless.”

“You ungrateful son!!!! How dare you snitch on me!!!”

Type’s ungrateful son didn’t mind but he was even gloating when his mother came out to scold his father. His father, who had just told him to break up with his boyfriend, went back to the house. Type felt exhausted and breathed a sigh of relief.

Every time he was told to break up, Type would laugh it off or even treat it as a joke but this time, not sure if it was because of his father’s constant chatter, he was suddenly shaken.

His father kept asking him, “Aren’t you going to come back and stay with us?

As the saying goes, when parents are around, they don’t travel far. The moment he heard his mother say that his father had an accident, he suddenly had the urge to go home and never leave again. He was afraid he was going to have to do some serious thinking.

   In his mind, his father had always been a man strong enough to fight a brown bear with his bare hands; however, even the bravest of heroes had a tendency to grow old and injured and his mother was growing old. Shouldn’t we come back and be with them, take care of them.

   And what about Tharn?

   Thinking about his parents’ problems, his boyfriend’s problems popped up again.

“Maybe this is a good time to break up…” But the other guy refuses to break up but is suspicious of his unfaithfulness and life together is always a variety of quarrels, although because of some trivial matters but the accumulation of days and months is still very depressing   “Fu*ck him!!!”

   Just the thought of breaking up, my heart can’t take it!

   In the end, Type could only curse and lie down on the trunk of a tree, looking at the blue sky and relaxing in the breeze, such a nice day for playing in the water but Type, who had not been to the beach for a year, was not in the mood at all.

   Type took out his cell phone and found that ever since he had come home, it had been as quiet as a maiden waiting for her, or as quiet as a chicken.

   Without me, you’ll probably be fine.

   Type put the phone in his pocket again, thinking that since Tharn can do without him, he can live without Tharn?

   That’s good! If you don’t call me, I’ll never call you back. Break up. Split it! It’s better if Break up it! Break up is better! Break up!

 

****

 

   Tharn was back in his Bangkok apartment at the end of the day, clutching his cell phone as if waiting for an important incoming call, waiting with anticipation, even though the phone had been a mere decoration for the past few days.

   Wait for the guy who said he’d be back to talk.

   Tharn kicked in the door, threw the key on the cupboard, turned on the light, looked around the house and suddenly realized, the house was empty. And by empty he didn’t mean that Type had moved everything out while he was at work, in fact, everything that belonged to Type was still in the same place, their pictures were still on the TV stand, everything was neatly arranged, the kitchen was in order and the whole house was back to its original state of cleanliness, as if it had never happened. We had a fight and we broke something.

   Thanya had the bellhop clean the house a few days ago and even made it a lot tidier than it was, not at all like the house the two boys lived in. Although Tharn loves cleanliness but not to the point of nitpicking and Type, as long as there are no cockroaches flying around, he can live in it.

   The room was cleaned, the scent of the affair diluted and the house made him feel… He was all alone, lonely.

“Ugh!”

One week on business, one week apart… Have they ever been apart for that long?

No, never.

Since they started working, they never seemed to be apart for such a long time, even when Type went on a family trip in the summer when he was in graduate school, he always went with him and he still remembers that Type laughed at him:

“Rich are we? Oh, it’s a trip abroad, I’m fine with that, as long as you pay for it.”

“Yeah, I was going to pay for it and I can’t take my wife out on the town yet?”

“If you think about it, won’t your parents scold you? We’re just lovers but we spend so much money for me.” We’re just lovers but we spend so much money for me.”

“My parents won’t think anything of it, they know you’re my wife and they’re asking me to keep you.”

Type tried to refuse but he finally gave in. Every time Type went back home, even if there was no holiday, Tharn would try to accompany him and sometimes he would let Type go first because he couldn’t and then he would chase after him two or three days later and then he would rush back to Bangkok.

“You and I have never been apart for so long.”

Tharn gripped the back of the couch, then took a deep breath.

   He’s only been home a few days, his father’s probably badly hurt and you can’t be so selfish as to try and get him back.

   Finally, Tharn put the phone down, turned on the TV at the same time, didn’t want the house to be so quiet, then went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator… There was nothing to eat.

   In the fridge, apart from the drinks we’d bought, there wasn’t even any mineral water, just wilted vegetables and the last egg.

“Oh, there’s instant noodles, Tharn.”

   Finally, luckily, there were instant noodles in the house. Tharn took out a bowl and cracked an egg, then opened the instant noodle bag and threw the noodles into the bowl, opened the seasoning packet and poured the seasoning into the bowl, then connected the tap water directly under the tap and put the bowl into the microwave… It should be ready in about 3 minutes, right?

   While waiting, Tharn walks over to the phone and picks it up, staring at the dialer. Wondered whether he should call or wait for the other party to call but if he did, the situation would be completely reversed.

“I just wanted you to be there to cheer me up and as you can see, I’m jealous because you’re bringing someone back.” And of course, Type said he’d talk about it when he got back, so Tharn threw the phone back at the couch. Hears the ding of the microwave, turns around, opens the door, puts on some gloves, takes the bowl out of the microwave and just as he’s about to put the bowl on the counter   Boom! Boo! Boo!

“Fu*ck!!!”

Bang!!!

Tharn screamed and took several steps back but it was too late, the hot noodle soup, instant noodles and broken eggs all splashed on him, the egg at the bottom of the bowl exploded, scaring Tharn off his hands, the bowl fell to the floor with a banging sound, accompanied by his curses, the silent house suddenly became crowded.

Wow, wow, wow, wow. Oh, my God

“What a loser, fu*cking idiot, can’t even cook a bag of ramen!!!” Tharn rushed into the bathroom, opened the shower head, stood underneath and let the cold water wash over his body, in the sound of the splashing water, Tharn closed his eyes tightly and endured the burning pain, after that… He hit his head against the wall.

“You really deserve it! Why can’t you do this, even to make instant noodles!” The anger that had been building up for a long time came out, the coldness of the cold water and the heat of his body and reason was reminding him that… Later he’ll have to go out and clean up the mess.

   Tharn quickly rinsed off his body, not caring about the redness of his burned skin, because of his western blood, Tharn’s complexion was unusually fair, so the redness of the marks looked shocking… Because of his complexion, Type teased him every time he wore foundation.

   Showered and dressed, Tharn’s mood was calmer but he clenched his fists at the sight of an egg that had caused a puddle of roots on the floor. He knew that Type would have called him clumsy for not being able to do this and that he wouldn’t be able to live without him.

“Why can’t I live without you?!” Tharn whispered, then took a garbage shovel and swept away the remains of the bowl, then wrapped the soaked noodles in a rag and put them in a garbage bag.

“Hiss…”

Tharn’s finger was pricked by a fragment of a dish that hadn’t been cleaned up and the cut immediately bled profusely, causing Tharn to hiss in pain and his eyes to turn red.

   It wasn’t that he was afraid of the wound and the blood but he was tired, he was stressed out by his work, he was anxious about waiting for deadlines, he was tired of all the big and small things in his life, which might not seem like much to others but to him, after a week of obsession, he was just too tired.

“Fu*ckin’!!”

Tharn slammed his rag against the wall and looked around the house, which should be a place of comfort but was not at all like a home with only one person in it.

“Type, if you want to know if I can do without you, well, I admit it, I can’t do without you, I’m not a human being without you, I’m a walking corpse, I can’t even feed myself, are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?! I’m not a human being without you.!”

Tharn shouted angrily, as the sound of pain and the TV echoed in the empty room. Tharn couldn’t stand the silence any longer, so he grabbed his bag, cell phone, house keys and car keys and quickly left the empty house.

   He couldn’t stay any longer and everything in the house was irritating him, driving him to rock bottom.

   Could Tharn have survived without Type? The answer is… No, Tharn will never be able to live alone again.

 

****

 

“So, you’ve been abandoned by your wife and you’ve come home in disgrace?”

“Hey, even if you were my sister, I wouldn’t put up with you!”

“Oh, Tharn, I’m just kidding, Type said he’d never break up with you.”

   In a mansion, there is a superbly crafted fish pond in the cloister, the koi in the pond is the father’s favorite, while the second son of the family is sitting helplessly, sighing and sighing, the only daughter of the family from time to time to sneak a look at his second brother, probably couldn’t stand it any longer, so he grabbed his brother’s shoulder and faced himself, asking him what happened.

   Tharn replied that he couldn’t stand to be alone in the house and so the above scene of the sister joking with her brother took place.

   But as a brother, Tharn is not in the mood to joke with his sister, nor can he laugh.

“But he’s hiding at his parents’ house.”

“Type’s got parents to take care of too and as you said, Type’s dad hurt his leg, so it’s not right for you to get emotional about it.”

“I have no emotions.”

“Piss off, you’re a sore thumb.”

Tharn sighed again, before turning to look at his sister, whose side this sister of his was on it couldn’t have been more obvious, he asked somewhat angrily, “Whose sister are you anyway?”

“For both of you, you are my favorite second brother and Type is my favorite second husband.” Thanya smiled very sweetly and answered with a skillful reply, not forgetting to blow rainbow farts on her brothers, before adding, “So, you two need to get back together and be my favorite brothers like before.”

At first his sister was as worried as he was, not knowing what Type had said to her but then she looked relieved, confident, not knowing where she got the confidence that he and Type would not break up. You know, Type’s words about taking a break are still hovering in his mind.

“I love him, I just don’t know if he still loves me…”

“Brother! Don’t you say that!”

“Alas! Now that everyone is on his side, it’s all my fault.” Tharn himself knew it was unreasonable to take it out on his sister but what he said was true, everyone said he was too impulsive and asked him to apologize. Why doesn’t anyone understand how he felt when he saw that image? Why doesn’t anyone understand how he felt when he saw that?

“Phii Tharn…”

“Thanya, aren’t you going to the shoot today? Don’t be late.” As my sister tried to say something else, her mother’s voice rang out from behind her and our national idol looked back at her, wanting to comfort her brother but worried that she’d be late, she finally had to stop.

Type also said, “Go ahead, Phii Thorn has already started the car and is waiting for you.”

“Yeah, don’t think too much… Phii Type really loves you.” In the end, the younger sister whispered a comforting message.

Tharn smiled at her, raised his hand and ruffled her hair tenderly, saying, “Yeah, go on.”

When Thanya left the house, the smile on Tharn’s face disappeared and his long body lay down on a bench in the cloister.

Tharn has been home for 2-3 days, every time he was asked what happened, he only replied that Type went back to his hometown, no one cooked for him so he came back to this house to scrounge for food, he was teased by everyone that he can’t live without his boyfriend, he can’t even cook food. Only Thanya’s sister knew that he and Type had been fighting since half a month ago.

He didn’t want his family to know that, since Thorn had just proposed and his parents were worried about their eldest son’s marriage, so Tharn didn’t want the whole family to have to worry about him.

If his elder brother knew about it, he would definitely hit him on the head and scold him, telling him not to think too much, as he was also one of the family. As the second child in the family, he may have to sacrifice more than the eldest and the youngest child but Tharn doesn’t feel that there is anything wrong with being the second child. He has never wanted to gain the attention of his family, except to be the first one to someone…

Type is the only one who wants to be the most important person to him.

“Ugh!”

“Son, did you have a falling out with Type?”

As he sighed once more, his mother’s voice rang out from behind him and Tharn, startled, turned around… and saw his mother’s loving smile. Tharn turned around… and saw his mother’s loving smile.

“Did your sister tell you that?”

“Oh, I don’t need Ya to tell me, you’re my son and your daddy knows it too, he just doesn’t say it.”

To his mother, Tharn could only force a smile on his face. He got up and sat up straight, watched his mother come and sit down beside him and went straight to the point: “What is it? What is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“If it’s all right, you won’t come back to live here.”

“…”

Like mother, like son, Tharn smiled apologetically. As his mother said, he comes back often with Type but never sleeps here, every time she asks them to sleep over, they refuse and go back to their apartment, so they don’t bother to ask them to sleep over anymore. This time he came back for an unprecedented number of days and no one would believe him if he said all was okay.

“Sounds like I’ve been a really bad son.”

“Who said that? My son’s the best and don’t tell me that you and Type here are thinking of nothing but nonsense.”

Tharn paused, then laughed softly and said, “You are so predictable.”

Tharn turned his head and looked away, which he thought was the best answer he could give his mother, who said he was the most stubborn of her three children, the one who seemed to be easy with everyone but was stubborn to the core.

“I don’t know what the problem is with you and Type but I’m telling you as someone who’s been married for 30 years… Two people have to communicate and if they don’t, even if they love each other, even if they love each other to death, they’re all going to loose each other in the end.”

Tharn was stunned for a while, then finally said, “I saw Type…. with another man…..”

Tharn couldn’t say the “k-iss” and didn’t want to make a fuss about his wife.

“And did you ask, who that man was?”

“He said it was his patient.”

“But you don’t believe it?”

“…”

Tharn was silent for a long time, he didn’t want to say that he not only didn’t believe it but he had other ideas.

Tharn’s mother laughed softly and said, “You’re like me too, I misunderstood your daddy many times too.

“Do you also want me to take the initiative in coaxing Type?” Tharn interrupted his mother before she could finish her sentence.

Tharn’s mother smiled and stood up slowly, placing her hand on her son’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, “You’re stubbornly not listening to anyone’s advice right now but I want you to remember…” At this point, Tharn’s mother paused. Tharn looked up at his mother and saw her expression of unusual concern.

After that, Tharn’s mother continued, “Son, how can hating each other make things any better?”

“…”

After that, Tharn’s mother said to him again: “You are still young, there is still time to hate each other but don’t hurt each other and I am sure you are not the only one who is grieving now.”

   Type is sad too… Is it?

“By the way, I’ve marinated the beef and I’m going to grill the steak, just the way you like it.” After that, Tharn’s mother came into the house. Tharn knew that she was comforting him. He was the least spoiled child in front of his parents. It was the food that made him feel appreciated… He liked to eat differently than his siblings, so every time his parents would grill a steak for him, he would feel loved.

   However, right now his attention was not so much on the food but on someone back home in the South.

   Does the other man miss him as much as he misses him?

“If I apologize to you, will you change your mind?”

Tharn asked himself, laying down again, taking out his cell phone and looking at the picture of the two laughing together on the wallpaper, asking himself if he could let go of his petty hatred.

 

 

 

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 15: The thing with husbands.

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 15: The thing with husbands.

“Do you think Kla is mad at me?”

“Oh wow, am I deaf? The former captain of our soccer team, who terrorizes his younger siblings, is afraid that his husband will be angry! I could laugh about that for a year.”

It was getting late but the three of them who hadn’t gotten together for a long time weren’t going to sleep. Champ opened some beer and bought some food on the way back.

Normally, after not seeing each other for a long time, they should be having a good conversation but they didn’t… Since Techno decided to come back with them, he looked like he was still in love with someone, Champ could not help but pat No on the shoulder a few times to comfort him but No’s mood did not get better.

If you’re not me, you’ll never understand how stressful it is to have a husband who’s so handsome and charming everywhere.

“If you were worried about him getting angry, you shouldn’t have come back with us.”

“Damn Type, you made me do that, okay!” Techno complained weakly, looking at Type’s dead face and getting pissed off, while Type just sat there quietly drinking, no happy expression on his face.

Type is also thinking that he might have gone a little too far tonight but maybe he didn’t go far enough.

“I’m just giving you advice, you don’t have to trust me with everything.”

Techno was out of breath, listened to Type’s serious tone and then sighed heavily.

“I believe you because I think you’re doing it for my own good, that’s why I believe you.” No said it straight, Type smiled his trademark sarcastic smile.

“Don’t treat me like a good person, you know I have a grudge against your husband.”

“Hey, aah, aah. I want to know why. What the hell did you do, Kla’s looking at you like you’re his enemy, what’s the beef between you two?” Champ interjected curiously, Type shrugged his shoulders, as if to say he didn’t know why.

“No, you say it.”

“It’s nothing really.”

No, he doesn’t want to talk to Champ about his big, fat, little husband.

What can he say… That Kla tricked him and lured him into offering him a daisy? Techno is too stupid to tell others about the bad things Kla has done.

“But, your Kla’s top and I knew from the first glance that he was a smooth talker and a good liar.” Even if No hadn’t said so, Champ would have guessed eight or nine times.

No wanted to ask himself, how could he have believed Kla’s lies then? Oh no! It’s my fault for loving that little brat like a brother and I couldn’t help myself.

But if God gave him a second chance, he’d still love Kla.

“I would advise you not to trust him so unreservedly. Look at him, he looks like a god on earth and you and I are too embarrassed to talk about it…”

“Bast*rd, if you want to call me ugly and not good enough for him, just say so, don’t beat around the bush, it hurts!” Techno interrupted Champ and threw his fists in his face, Champ didn’t smile at all, he laughed really loud, No sighed in frustration.

Why did I encounter these people in my life, my students were disobedient, my classmates were cheap, my boyfriend was a pig’s hoof and I was stupid enough to believe him!

“I know I’m not good enough for him and I know it.”

That’s why I’m here, to get drunk! As you can see, Kla and that Faire look much better together than they do with me! Oh, my God!!

“No, I think you’re perfect for him.” Type interjected and No looked at him touched but why did he smile with such contempt?

“It’s in Kla’s nature to lie and you… It’s in your nature to be trusting.” You, on the other hand   “You might as well beat me up for saying that, because it wouldn’t hurt as much.” Techno muttered but he didn’t deny it, because he really fell in love with Kla, with his eyes, with his smile, with everything about him.

When Kla smiled at him with an innocent expression, her eyes full of weakness and helplessness and smiled at him with a dimple on her left cheek, he forgot to think, he was willing to give him anything he wanted, anything he had.

“I told you to get him but I didn’t tell you to be obedient. Tonight, I told him to bring the kid out but I didn’t tell him to use seduction. It was Kla’s idea… if I saw my husband’s brazenness, I would’ve shot him in the head… but you just stood there and watched the show and then you hurt yourself later… you’re a loser, I want to slap you!” Type said a lot of things in one breath.

No mumbled, “I…”

No had no confidence!

The last sentence was swallowed by No, Type shook his head: “Have some confidence in yourself, what did I teach you? You don’t have to be so strong on the surface but you have to have confidence in your heart, that Kla loves you, that he must have you, so remember that. I’ll remind you, if you keep obeying Kengkla, he might be more reckless… you know what they say about the favored one being fearless? Sometimes you have to show him that you are not to be trifled with and that you have a temper too, especially when it comes to relationships!”

I don’t know what Type was singing about tonight but he was talking to No about wifey schooling husbands religion and he was talking about it in a way that No couldn’t refute.

Type reached out and patted No’s back a few times and said: “Let me tell you, I don’t like how Kla is always playing all kinds of tricks to make you jealous and then you chase after him. Teach him to behave? Make him understand that it’s no fun playing with you and that there are serious consequences.”

No didn’t know why he believed his friend, maybe it was because Type was more experienced than him but most importantly… he believed that Type would do him no harm. He believed that Type was doing him good, not harm.

Even if there are times when Type’s advice is not at all sound.

Champ blurted out, “So you encouraged No to not come home, to not sleep with Kla?”

Techno almost forgot about Champ’s existence, when he saw the owner of the house who was drinking, he looked like a curious baby.

“If you think so.” fu*ck, Type has answered for him.

At that moment, Techno’s phone was vibrating because he had turned it off when he was acting with them, so he picked it up and saw the name of the caller.

“It’s that little husband of yours, isn’t it?”  Type looked like he knew.

Techno looked up at Type: “Now what do I do?”

“Stupid, think for yourself, I’m not in your head!” See, the old Type is back, talking so directly, No smiled apologetically and turned to Champ.

“I’m sorry, I’m not into gay s-xx, not in this lifetime anyway, so don’t ask me.” OK, since Champ’s answer was so simple and rude, he couldn’t ask any more questions but looking at these two friends, even though they didn’t tell him what to do, judging by the pressuring look in their eyes, the only thing he could do now was to hang up the phone immediately.

“Yeah, you’re doing great, you’re improving, No, this is the time to be with your friends, forget about your boyfriend, come on, let’s drink.” Champ couldn’t be happier to have friends to drink with. And Type… What’s he smiling like the devil for?

“That kid must be freaking out right now, huh…”

Once in a while, Techno wanted to ask Type if the advice he gave was for his own good? Or was it just a way to get back at Kla? But Type was right about one thing, he did indulge Kengkla too much, what he saw at the bar tonight made him realize that he doesn’t like… He really didn’t like seeing Kla get involved.

   Even if Kla was doing it to make him jealous, he really couldn’t laugh.

Finally, Techno said in his heart: “If he calls again, I’ll turn it off.

Sorry Kla, I’ll take Type tonight.

   

****

 

I hate Type, I hate him so much!

   Kengkla could only think of one word to vent his anger, he woke up early in the morning and drove to his wife and friend’s apartment, he could not wait to drive into the apartment, because he could not let his No to stay overnight. He had gone to a lot of trouble to get Type out of his and No’s love nest…!!!

   He’d planned it all out. When it was over, No was supposed to ride him last night, shake his a*ss and make love to him. What happened? What happened? And he’s left alone with a pillow in his lap!!!

   Kengkla hates it when he thinks about what happened last night. No need to ask him why No refused to go home with him. There is someone in the middle of all this and that person is fighting with Tharn and dragging him into it. Doesn’t your conscience hurt? Doesn’t it hurt?

   This guy blames Type for everything and has no remorse for making No jealous on purpose last night.

   Last night, Type only asked him to lure the kid out, with his 108 tricks, he could have come up with a better way. Suddenly, he wanted to provoke him!

   Whenever No was really jealous, he couldn’t help but bully him but last night… Maybe he went too far?

   It’s true that he hugged the kid and held his hand, just to provoke No to make him jealous but he never thought of k-issing someone just to make No sad. Maybe it’s because you can’t walk on the river without getting wet but sometimes you can get burned without even knowing it and last night was one of those times.

“No, if it weren’t for Phii Type, we’d all have made up last night!”

Yes, it’s that demon Type who’s ruining his happy life!

Some viewpoints are hard to get right when they are wrong, like Kengkla, who never took seriously Type’s advice that life is better when you get along with your wife’s friends.

At that moment, Kengkla was looking at his darling standing in front of the apartment, as if he knew that he would come to pick him up, Kla’s handsome face immediately had a big smile on it, he parked the car and got out of the car and walked towards No in a big stride.

“Phii No!”

“I want to sit in the back. I want to sleep. I’m sleepy.” Before Kengkla could reach him, No jumped into the back of the car and lay down. Kla wanted to run up to him and hug him but knew that the situation wouldn’t allow him to do that, so he hatched an evil plan.

Well, it’s been a long time since he has had car s-xx with No, so that has to be on the agenda.

“Didn’t you sleep well, No? Does your head hurt? I’ll buy you some medicine later?” It’s not a good idea to have car s-xx now, so let’s put this plan on hold for a while, it’s better to get in front of Phii No first.

Kengkla was thinking whilesneaking a glance at No, his eyes were glowing with greed… But at this moment No was lying with his back to him, so he couldn’t see the look in his eyes that the big bad wolf wanted to eat Red Riding Hood.

Kengkla withdrew his smile and his gaze but don’t underestimate the big bad wolf.

You can’t see it but it doesn’t mean you can’t hear it!

“Phii No, I was so worried about you last night, I called you and you didn’t pick up, I’ve been calling you all night!”

Kla knew that No was a soft person, so by acting sad and frustrated, he could guarantee that No would go easy on him and this worked every time.

“…”

   If No didn’t respond, it means that Type is working hard to drive a wedge between him and No but that doesn’t mean he can’t find a way out.

   Phii No was broken through to the point where he couldn’t get out of bed and walk (?). ) He’s done this kind of thing a lot!

“Phii No, are you really mad at me? Last night I didn’t think anything, not a single thought, about that kid, believe me, I did what I had to do to get Type to leave our house.” Thirty percent favoritism for passing the buck.

“I admit I went a little too far…” A further 10% for admitting fault.

“Phii No, I’m sorry.” A humiliating apology gets you 20%.

   Kengkla saw the crumpled, motionless man in the car’s rearview mirror and finally used his weapon.

“Phii No, don’t you love me anymore?”

All right, that’s the remaining 40%.

   No must have gone soft this time.

Kla was already starting to get a kick out of it and yet,

“What about you? Are you still in love with me?” This unexpected question stunned Kla, he frowned, it seems this incident was no joke. Kla stopped the car and turned around to see No sitting up straight, staring straight at him.

“Of course I do, you’re the only one I love.”

“If you love me, you know I don’t like to see you like that with other people.”

“But…”

“Kla, listen to me, look at me, I’m not good looking, I’m not handsome, that’s why I’m not confident, I’ve never been confident that you won’t change your mind, it makes me sad when I see you with someone else. So, can I be angry this time… Just give me time to be angry, okay?”

Kengkla was lost for words, he didn’t think he’d upset No. He had no idea.

But in Kla’s eyes, his brother No is the cutest, the best looking and the most handsome guy in the whole world, a guy who is always full of positive energy and smiles at everyone.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Eventually, Kla whispered an apology to No but No didn’t soften, he lay down again and then requested, “Go home, I want to go back to bed, I drank all last night with Champ.”

Techno showed no signs of letting up and Kla was upset.

Kengkla drove his wife home and when he got home   “Can I… May I sleep with you?”

“If you promise not to do anything to me, yes.”

Then kill me!

Kengkla almost got down on his knees, he had been putting up with it when Type was at their house, No had always avoided him when Type was away, he hadn’t slept with him for a week, he was hurting inside but now he just said “okay”…. What can I do?

   He could only compromise and stay put for now, someone like No could not throw him out of the house, he would just run away to his mother’s house!

   Hearing the weak promise behind him, No, who was lying with his back to him, wondered in his heart: did it work like Type said?

“Here’s the deal, if he lies to you again, you act with him, pretend to be cruel and don’t let him touch you tonight and a smart guy like him must figure out that you won’t let him fu*ck you because you’re mad at him for what happened last night.”

   Before he left Champ’s house, Type gave him some advice. As expected, Kla apologized in front of him and took all the blame for himself and acted as if he had fallen into Kla’s trap every time. So he followed Type’s advice, don’t move, don’t listen, don’t look, don’t talk, so as not to lose control of himself and go soft but it worked.

   So far, No’s respect for Type had increased and he didn’t know that Type was actually instigating him… To teach Kla a lesson, to make him the big bad wolf into a little puppy.

   So, it’s no surprise that Kengkla hates Type, because Type always beats him with ease.

   So, in this game of fufu tug-of-war, he lost a game, not because Techno was good but because he had a dog-headed warrior named Type!

   The matter of Kengkla’s husband has come to an end but the matter of Tharn’s husband has not come to an end yet.

   

   Tharn is still pissed off at some brainless kid who tried to be the third wheel in another family!

   In the beginning, Tharn wanted to talk to Type but he met Faires halfway and he was so angry with him that if he went to see Type again, it would only result in another fight. Because at that time he was completely dominated by jealousy and possessiveness, before the matter is settled and that guy told his wife is in his house, he really can’t guarantee that he will do anything irrevocable if he meets Type.

   So, for the past few days, he’s been wearing a face like he wants to kill someone. In the company, no one dares to go near this handsome guy who’s ready to kill at any moment.

   In addition to being upset about Faires, there was one other thing that was making him cranky… that no one was answering his calls!

   [Sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later…]

“Hey, where are they all going!”

Kla, who kicked Type out of the house, didn’t pick up his calls, Kla, who called him earlier to tell him everything about Type and told them to make up, doesn’t pick up his calls; Techno, who is worried that he and Type might even kill each other, doesn’t pick up his calls either, as if everyone around Type has a agreement with him.

The key thing is,

“Where did he go?”

Tharn’s only hope is that Type won’t be at Faires’ house. If he is, then no matter how calm he was before, he’ll be a murderer this time.

“Shit! How long are you going to keep imagining things!”  Finally, Tharn threw the phone onto the couch with a curse, raised his hand and scratched his hair, feeling extremely agitated, while remembering what Tar had once reminded him.

“Phii Tharn, you’re the one who knows Type the best, do you really think Type has someone else in his heart?”

   In fact he was in total denial, Type couldn’t have done such a despicable thing, although he had slept with him and then pursued other girls but things were different then. Since Type said that he loved him and only him, he never did anything like that again. Seven years, enough to prove that Type couldn’t have cheated.

   fu*ck that! Whoever saw that image would be pissed!

   If Type was not at home, he wouldn’t bring anyone home alone, not even Tar, because he wanted to make his lover feel comfortable, to make them believe that he was always clean and discreet. But Type is the one who doesn’t know how attractive he is, how many people want to steal him away from him. That’s why he was angry… That’s why he’s angry… at Type for not feeling the same way.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring   At that time, Tharn’s phone rang abruptly, seeing the name of the caller, he picked up, “No, is Type with you…”

   [Hey, you calm down Tharn, you calm down.]]

“Excuse me…”

   [I’m sorry I didn’t get your call but Kla turned my phone off, probably because he was afraid Type would call and harass us.]

On hearing this, Tharn frowned, “So you’re saying… It’s Type who’s not with you?”

   [Yeah! I forgot to tell you.]

Tharn’s frown tightened, his premonition told him that Type might not be where he felt at ease and once again the unpleasant Faires intruded on his mind.

   [Here’s the thing, now that Type and Champ are staying together, do you remember Champ?]

“Remember, how did Type end up staying with him?”

   [Just… Didn’t you promise me you wouldn’t take any calls on your day off? This time, you belong to me!]

No sooner had they finished talking than the voice of some troll came on the phone, accompanied by “Hey, no, let go of me Kla, wait, I haven’t forgiven you yet…”

Tharn sighed: “Okay, thank you, I’ll leave you guys alone.”

Tharn also felt he was bothering these two too much, so he knew better than to hang up.

   [Hey, wait a minute. I’ll share the location of Champ’s house with you. You go get Type yourself. Kla, if you don’t let go of me, I’m going back to my mother’s house!]

Tharn didn’t care what the two of them were going to do next, just stared at the disconnected phone, his eyes full of tension, until No sent him a location on the Line.

   Will he want to see you? Didn’t he say he was taking a break?

   Tharn hesitated, hands gripping the phone tightly but he also knew that he and Type had to talk, get it all out of the way and that this couldn’t be delayed any longer.

   Thinking this, Tharn immediately got up to get the car keys and drove straight to his destination, however, to his disappointment, Type was not there.

“Type? He’s long gone, didn’t he call you to tell you he’s going home to Surat Thani? He’s probably at Don Mueang Airport by now.”

“!!!”

Stunned, Tharn stood numbly in front of Champ, as Champ continued, “His mother called him at about four o’clock in the morning, saying that his father had accidentally broke his leg while cutting down a tree, so he immediately booked a flight home.”

“He didn’t talk to me.” Yes, not a single call, not a single line.

Tharn picked up the phone and looked at it again, ready to call the other side, when it was   Ding, ding, ding.

Tharn’s phone vibrated first, seeing the name displayed on the screen, Tharn even picked it up and put it to his ear, “Type, where are you?”

   [Langman Airport, I’m going home.]]

“I’m with you…”

  [Don’t be crazy! You don’t have to come with me, I can go by myself, you have to work, I’m just calling to let you know.]

“Why didn’t you call me in the morning? Didn’t your mother call at four o’clock to let you know?”

   [Who told you that? Never mind, I don’t have time to talk to you, I’m getting ready to board, I’m just calling to say, wait till I get back, I have a lot to tell you, okay, I’m hanging up. Bye.]

He always hangs up first. Tharn, still in a fog, holds up the phone but when he returns, it’s off. Tharn looked back at Champ leaning against the door, Champ clutching his stomach like he’s still trying to stay awake.

“Did he say how long he was going back?”

“No, by the way, I heard him talking to his mother about going back to help out at the resort, his father is getting old and he’s quit his job in Bangkok, so he’s probably going to stay there for a long time.” Champ didn’t even think about it when he said all that, Tharn’s face went white at the sound of it, he’d almost forgotten.

   He’s got parents to take care of, too. What if he takes this opportunity to go home for good?

   In the past, Type never said why he stayed in Bangkok but he knew that if it wasn’t for him, Type wouldn’t have chosen to live and work in Bangkok and now… He probably has no reason to stay.

   This reality almost crushes Tharn!

   Type, how long do you want me to wait? A week? A month? Or… An indefinite period of time?

 

 

 

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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