Until the Meet Cute!

Part 6

Well, it was night curfew time and Lhong had left just now. Type was nowhere to be seen and it made Tharn anxious. He stood on the balcony, breathing in the warm air, his shirt was unbuttoned, his toned abs peeking, sweat drops flowing down his jaws. He was bent on the balcony, hands resting on the grill. Immediately, the doorknob turned and Type entered. Tharn was lost in those moments, he did not hear Type enter.

The lights were dim and Tharn was not seen in the room either. Type looked around. Tharn's bed was unmade so he must be here. He assumed he should be in the washroom and began to take off his shoes and bags. As he moved around, he saw a silhouette in the balcony. Upon closer look, he saw Tharn standing. His heart skipped a beat and he stood there for don't know how long watching him. He was shaken from his trance when he got a call from Techno.

"Hello?" Type answered.

Hearing his voice, Tharn turned around. Type was sitting on his bed, his back facing Tharn.

Tharn sighed. In the morning, he seemed so close and suddenly he's too far.

"...the hell No...what are you talking about?" Type roared which brought Tharn back from his thoughts.

"No...I didn't see any message...when did you send it?"

He moved his phone away and checked the message Techno was talking about.

"When was this No?"

He nodded. "I'll talk to him." And cut his call.

He sighed and got up from his bed. When he turned around, he was surprised to see Tharn looking at him with different expressions. His eyes were making him weak. He rushed to grab his towel, walking past Tharn, but his feet stumbled, and he lost his balance. Fortunately, Tharn held him immediately which increased his heartbeat. 

Tharn helped him stand straight, his hands supporting Type from his waist. He was dying to pull him in his arms, with Type staring at him with those puppy eyes, Tharn was a goner. Type's lips were parted as though inviting him to take over. Tharn was almost tempted to but he recollected himself and asked if Type was fine. He let go once Type nodded. He walked over to his study table and immersed himself in his books. Type stood there spellbound and walked towards the washroom muttering "idiot".

Type was taking a fairly long time to come out which was hitting Tharn's panic clock tick-tock. He was imagining things unnecessary and increasing his anxiousness.  It was almost an hour and now Tharn was getting worried. He had been thinking of knocking on the door but kept stopping himself. Now, he couldn't.

"Type..." Tharn knocked softly not to disturb Type. There was no response. Tharn knocked again, a bit louder. There was no response. He knocked over and over again. There was no response. He was now stressing out. He started to pull the knob back and forth and push the door using all his strength. With few more pushes, he was able to barge in, only to see Type fainted in the bathtub. Thar rushed to pick him up only to find he was burning.

He picked Type in his arms and lay him on his bed. He rushed to search for medicines in first aid box. Fortunately, he found the tablet. He called Type several times to open his mouth for the medicine. But Type was unconscious. He diluted the medicine in a mouthful of water, and force open Type's mouth, and gradually poured it. He rushed to get some water in a basin to wipe his body to lessen the heat. It was almost an hour when Type's body started to normal down. He helped him wear his clothes and lay him back on the bed. Type was not awake yet, but he kept calling his mother in low voice.

Tharn sighed. He could empathize with Type and wanted to help him. He shushed Type telling him it was all right. He was all right now. Type grabbed Tharn's hands and slept the night holding on to him. Tharn on the other hand just sat next to Type, wiping him in between and taking care of him, not moving his hand away from Type's hold.