TharnType - One-shot [English]

Episode 12

Type was finally able to get Lhong away from her boyfriend. Against all odds, Tharn forgave him, despite the harm he did to her. One is thus a few weeks later, during the vacations

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- I still don't know why I agreed to do this.

- Because you love me

Tharn leaned over his boyfriend, grinning widely. But the other, grumpily, looked away, and kept his arms firmly crossed against his chest. He still felt very guilty about what he had to do to his boyfriend. And this traitor was using it to get what he wanted.

That's the only reason he was on a train, stuck by an overly happy drummer, on his way to his childhood home. Type sighed for the umpteenth time, convinced that this was a bad idea. He wasn't sure he was ready to show his family with his boyfriend. But he also knew that there was no way something would come between them, and prevent them from being happy.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was scared. He was terrified that his parents wouldn't want him anymore. Or that he would find himself having to choose between the man he loved, and his family. Because he had become his family too. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, while biting his lips.

Gently, the drummer linked their fingers. He knew he was nervous, and he totally understood. It certainly wasn't fair of him to use the history with Lhong to get what he wanted. But if his boyfriend really wasn't ready to take the next step, he wouldn't have insisted. But he had confessed his love for her, and even promised to stay with her forever. And Tharn wasn't the kind of man who would accept the status of roommate for the rest of his life. Type was nervous, and that was normal.

After all, who would expect him to date a gay man, even though he had always hated them. Tharn smiled as he imagined the faces of those around him when they learned the truth. To relax him, he had an idea. He guided Type's fingers into his black hair. Immediately, he began to play with it. He often did this when he was nervous, or in need of attention. Mind you, the musician also liked it a lot. At that time, he always felt that he was the most important and precious thing in the world. And when you're six feet tall, that's a feeling of security you rarely get.

The minutes passed, neither of the two boys spoke, but Type's body relaxed little by little. So much so that he ended up falling asleep, his nose and hands in his lover's hair. The position Tharn had adopted was more than uncomfortable, with his back twisted and his legs stretched out. But it is enough for him to see the smile floating on the face of his small friend to forget all. He could well suffer a little, if that were to make him happy. Rocked by the slow rhythm, and the heart beating against his ear, he ended up falling asleep too.

The two young men were awakened by the jolt of the train, signaling its stop. They stretched lazily, before collecting their things. Type was still numb, and let himself be dragged between the passengers by the powerful arm of his boyfriend.

It was only when he felt the cool ocean air hit his face that he finally woke up. He quickly got out of the way, before starting to walk. He completely ignored the mocking smile behind him. Fortunately, he knew his village by heart. He quickened his pace to reach the bus stop he was interested in. Being an electric battery could have its advantages, since he arrived at the same time as the public transport. Sporty, his lover was not out of breath from the forced walk, despite his backpack.

The two young men sat down in the bus. The first one was sulking, fidgeting with his hands. While the second one was smiling. He had even placed himself in a way to hide the sun. After all, it was not necessary that his boyfriend was too hot.