𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE

xxxix: When a flower blooms

Tharn closed his dorm room door behind him and sighed as he leaned back on the door. 'What did we do?' Seraphus spoke up, catching Tharn's attention. 'Why does he want to leave us?'

"I don't know.." Tharn exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. "Maybe he really got tired for me.."

'We don't know that... something has to be wrong..' Seraphus argued, not believing it. 'He loves us.. but for some reason he's trying so hard to reject us, and if you don't do something soon, it's gonna start affecting us really badly.'

"I don't care about what it does to me. I just was Type back." A sharp pain struck across Tharn's heart at the thought of Type.

"Tharn? Are you back?" Lhong came out of his bathroom with a towel over his head.

"Yeah." Tharn pushed himself off the wall and pushed himself off the door. Lhong looked at Tharn's face. His eyes were red and face was dull.

"Did you.. see Type?" Lhong paused, holding his towel down in his hand. Tharn's eyes shifted towards his friend as he nodded. "What did he say?" Tharn just shook his head and walked towards the living room but Lhong reached out and grabbed Tharn's arm. "Are you oka-"

However, the alpha reacted strangely. He immediately pulled his arm away and snarled at his best friend. "Don't touch me, whxre." A low rippled from his chest. Lhong jumped back and stared at Tharn in shock. Tharn looked furious but immediately something clicked in him and his face shifted to surprise. "I-I'm sorry Lhong, I d-don't know what came over me." Tharn clenched his jaw and turned around, leaving his friends' dorm room.

"Was that Tharn?" Off stepped out of his room, taking his headphones off.

"Y-Yeah but Seraphus just called me a whxre.." Lhong blinked at him, blankly.

"Wolf spirits can't do that though?" Off shook his head raising his eyebrows at the taken aback Omega.

"Uhm, apparently they can when they're aggravated." The omega scratched the back of his neck and sighed.

"Is this about Type?" Off asked, walking closer and glancing at the door.

"Yeah and we need to get them together before it gets worse than this." Lhong glanced over at Off with concern in his eyes.

"I think maybe I can do something about that." Off nodded his head, giving Lhong a mischievous look.

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"Get up, Type!" Gun pulled Type off the couch and put his hands on his hips. "No more moping. We're gonna hangout with some friends."

"Gun, I'd rather not.. I just want to be by myself, you guys should have fun though." Type slipped his arm out of Gun's hands and plopped back down on the couch.

"Sorry. Not an option. I'm not letting you wallow in your sorrow here. We're all going whether you like it or not." Gun huffed, pulled Type back up to his feet.

"I'm just feeling depressed. Can't you just spare me this once?" Type sighed, his face drooping more than it already was.

"I'm sorry, Type. But I care about you too much to sit back and watch you like this."

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"You did what?!" Tharn immediately got up as he stared at Off and Lhong with shocked eyes.

"Suck it up. You're gonna stay here with us and try to fix it with Type. They'll be here in like 10 minutes." Off replied, making Tharn drop back down in his chair and rub his forehead.

"Type... is he willingly coming?" Tharn asked, looking up from his hand.

"Well... they're not telling him that you're here but technically that's not lying." Lhong covered his mouth with his fist, feeling slight guilt.