𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE

xxxvii: Bullet to the heart

(Sunday morning)

"I really wish I could stay longer but I have class tomorrow," Type sighed as he hugged his parents.

"Don't worry about us son, we're glad to know that you're doing well!" Type's father reassured him with a pat on the back and his mother rubbed his arm.

"Yeah, and we'll be here when you need a break from school." His mother's comforting words made him feel better but the thought of what they were going through because of him was nerve racking.

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Type walked into his dorm room that was silent. "Tharn?" Type called out and Tharn's bedroom door opened to reveal Tharn. He looked like an excited puppy that drew a smile on Type's face as he ran up and engulfed his omega in a hug.

"Type, I was so bored and lonely without you that I ended up binge watching Brooklyn nine nine." Tharn groaned as he squeezed Type in his arms.

"Huu- Tharn I can't breathe!" Type called out, tapping Tharn's arm. The alpha loosened his grip and began peppering Type's face with kisses.

"How are your parents?" Tharn asked, smelling Type's face and neck in search for his scent.

"They're..." Type paused when he remembered what his parents were going through as he gently slipped out of Tharn's hold. "They're doing good, both of them are healthy."

"That good." Tharn smiled, jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter. "Oh right! This came in for you." Tharn handed Type a black envelope that had no words on it except for 'Type Thiwat' written on the front. "The envelop looks familiar but I can't put my finger on it." Tharn ruffled his hands through his hair. "Anyway, Lhong and Off are gonna be here soon cause we're gonna go out, I'll see you later!" Tharn kissed Type on the forehead before walking back to his room to change. Type nodded with a smile on his face which slowly faded after he closed the door.

The omega's finger felt cold under the envelope in his hand. He sighed and opened it, pulling out a piece of paper.

Dear, Mr. Thiwat

I'm sure that by now you're familiar with me, I am Tharn's father. Since my wife kindly asked you to leave our son, with a generous donation, to which you rejected, disrespectfully, we have decided to play it the hard way. You parents' Inn business is slowly going to start plummeting because of the lack of cooperation form your side. You're parents are going to suffer from your selfishness. But when you come to your senses, and you will, you can contact me on the number at the bottom of the letter.

Choose wisely and choose fast. If you fail to comply then the Inn that your father worked so hard to run is going to be crumbled to bits.

Regards,
Alexander Kirigun

Type set the letter down on the counter and let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead. "What the Fuxk." the young man cursed under his breath. Tharn's parents are really wedging him in a corner where he has no other option but to forfeit. His heart ached at the thought of having to leave Tharn, after all they've been through. Marked mates have to stick together, the thought of leaving his mate made Type anxious but his parents' wellbeing was on the line.

Type's father put so much blood and sweat into the foundation of the Inn, the Inn is his pride. Type wouldn't know what to do with himself if he were to be the reason for that to perish. What was he to do?

Type quickly left with the letter in had and ran over to Gun and Techno's dorm room. He couldn't do this on his own, he was beginning to feel as though the walls were closing in on him. He banged on the door with his shaking fist until Techno opened the door. "Hey Type, back from th-" Type immediately pushed his way in and put the letter in Techno's hands, compelling him to read it.