He Doesn't Treat You Right (UNEDITED)(W.I.P)

CHAPTER 6

He hoped the food he had ordered would be up to Tharn's liking.
It had taken him quite a while to remember what exactly Tharn liked to eat; which was shameful as Tharn on the other hand could rattle off the names of all his favorites right down to the spices and or the garnishes he preferred, as well as the sauces he loved on the side.
He'd had to go through quiet a few restaurants before he found one which he hoped would be good enough at catering the Italian dishes that he finally recalled Tharn loved to eat. But it had put quiet a sizeable dent in Type's pocket.
He definitely needed to pick up learn how to cook italian cuisine, investing in the classes at the culinary club would be the best option if he wanted to keep his man satisfied and his wallet from developing a hole. He couldn't afford both tharn's gourmet taste buds and champ's bottomless pit.

Adjusting the temperature of the shower he stepped in. As he scrubbed off the sweat, grime and tears of the day, his heart bloomed with happiness. Tharn was back and hadn't dropped him like a hot potato, despite everything that he had put the younger thru.

Did he deserve forgiveness after the complete terror he had been to Tharn for months on end? Most probably not. But he got it anyway because Tharn was different.
Tharn who was a confident out gay man. Who never hesitated to put him in his place when he stepped out of line. The same Tharn who took care of him through a high fever but told Techno not to inform Type of the same as he knew of Type's discomfort with him.

He would have to work on himself a lot if he wanted to be worthy of Tharn's love and respect in the long run.
The thought of therapy and rehashing everything that had happened 8 years ago would be painful but as they say 'no pain no gain'.
He blew out a strengthening breath *okay I have to take it one step at a time.*
First enroll for the anger management and inform Dr. Takuatung that he was finally ready to go back to therapy due to extenuating circumstances which had lit a fire under his ass.

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Type came out of the bathroom and almost burst into laughter when he saw Tharn lying facedown on the couch mumbling into the cushions.

"You know you do have a perfectly human boyfriend with two working ears and a mouth, so wouldn't I be a better conversation partner?" He snickered addressing Tharn's face down prone form.
"Uh ... What?" Tharn squawked lifting his head up with a jerk startled by Type's sudden words.
"You were having an intimate conversation with our cushions just now."

"I was going over the beats for this new song we will be playing at P'Jeed's this weekend." The younger quickly replied as he sat up.
"Is that so? I don't mind listening to that either." Type replied eagerly sitting down beside his boyfriend a smile on his face with open expectation.
Listening to Tharn play was a delight he refused to miss.
"I can't play it for you it's not complete as yet." Tharn lied.
"Okay... I understand ." Type backed off disappointed but also understanding the reason behind it.
He had hurt Tharn so it was obvious that he would have to earn his trust back. He swore to himself that he would repair his relationship come hail or high water.
Unaware that there was no actual song.

They awkwardly sat beside each other,
"How's your football practice for Friday going?" Tharn suddenly asked.
"Good ... I am learning a lot from the seniors. Coach said if I kept up my upward improvement trajectory then I could see actual field time during inter faculty matches." Type gushed in accomplishment.
"I can't wait to cheer for you from the stands." Tharn replied with an indulgent smile.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to, I know you aren't that into football."
"Well I may not be into football but I am into you" tharn replied as he gently poked him in the chest right over his heart."so I will be there to support you." the Younger finished.
Type heart sang at the words. Tharn being in the stands always boosted his confidence. He always found himself performing better when ever tharn was in the vicinity.
"You're magic." Type whispered as he stared at Tharn smiling face.
"What?" the younger's eyebrows quirking at the odd declaration.
"When you are there I always play better." Type whispered quickly looking away staring down at the floor his ears reddening at his confession. "I can concentrate better when you are there, you ... you energize me, give me a boost so that I run faster, feel more confident of my every move out on the field."
"So I'm your Gatorade of sorts huh?!"
"If you wanna get technical about it, then that definitely would be the best analogy." the older replies nodding with a small smile his eyes still fixed at the floor.
"Good to know." Tharn responded with a throaty laugh.