"Tine! We're gonna be late!!" Type called out as he rushed out of his room, fully dressed with his hair done extra well.
Tine poked out of his room, still putting on his shirt. "Damn what the- why are you up so early?? And what do you mean late?? It's 8:00 Type, our class is at 10 right??" His neck popped out from the shirt's neck hole with a bewildered look on his face.
"W-Well today's imp- different!! Today's d-different. So come quickly, I made you coffee and a sandwich." Type gestured towards the table that had a sandwich cut in half sitting in a plate and a hot coffee in a mug.
"You... made me a sandwich...." Tine hesitate as he slowly made his way towards the table, staring at the food with a unsure look on his face. Tine's eyes then immediately shot up. "T-Type... a-are you dying?" Tine pitifully glanced at Type who had a disgusted look on his face.
"This is what I get for being nice to your bitxh a$$, ain't it?" The smaller male shook his head as a bitter grin stretched across his lips. "I couldn't sleep all night so I spent all night making sandwiches. I made different ones so you eat them when you want to and shxt." Type sighed, opening the refrigerator that had one full rack dedicated just to the sandwiches.
"Bruh." Tine's mouth gaped open as he grabbed his sandwich plate and look a bite. "Woah!! Thish ish mad gooth!" He looked at Type in shock before taking another bite. "D-Do you wanna marry me instead?" Tine snickered before putting his plate down to go into defence mode for suggesting something like that to Type.
"Ah... sorry my dear friend but I don't think that'll happen. Now hurry!" Type gave Tine a pitiful smile before grabbing his own coffee cup and taking big gulps from it, ignoring how hot the liquid was. He just wanted to finish it.
Tine's mouth was hung open as he drew his hands back down, confused as to why his arm wasn't throbbing from punches yet. "A-Ah.. yeah." He looked back down and quickly finished his breakfast and coffee.
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"Yo what're y'all so early for?!" Techno widened his eyes as he checked the time on his phone.
"Type insisted on being here early." Time rubbed his forehead in frustration. "And believe it or not but he even made me breakfast."
"Uhm??? Where's ours?!" Gun question slamming his hand down on their table in a interrogative manner.
"Just get some when you come over after classes. I made lots." Type scratched the back of his neck and sheepishly smiled, causing his friends to exchange glances.
"I-Is is cocaine? LSD? Angel dust? Pot?" Gun lifted his eyebrows at Type who immediately rolled his eyes.
"Shut up." He chuckled before looking around the gathering area. But there were no signs of Tharn or his friends.
"Who're you looking for?" Tine asked, looking around as well before looking back at Type.
"H-Huh? No one." He cleared his throat and picked up his phone to waste time on it.
"Gunnie!!" The sudden voice of Off ripped through the quiet hall causing the other four males to flinch.
"Bruh shut yo bitxh up, Gun." Techno put his hands over his ears and scowled at his friend. Gun, however, groaned and hid his face from Off, hoping he wouldn't come towards him.
Type, on the other hand whipped his head around to see Tharn walking towards them with Lhong and Sarawat following as the three trailed behind the enthusiastic Off. "Has my baby had his breakfast?" Off sat down right beside Gun, leaving no gap, and engulfed him into a hug. Gun was getting ready to slip away from the man's hold until he felt Off's erratic and loud heartbeat.
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𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE
Hayran Kurgu⚠️18+ - Omegaverse⚠️ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴀ ɢʀᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ, ᴛʜᴀʀɴ. ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀʀɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴜʀɴ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀᴛᴇ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡ...