Tharn did not have to leave

San

Type out of the locker room, followed by his best friend, Techno. They had just finished intensive training for an upcoming competition. Type would have preferred to be somewhere else; it was Tharn's birthday today, 20 years old, the first anniversary since they were put together. However, the seniors wouldn't have liked Type to miss a training session, especially this one.

Type had warned Tharn who would not accompany him to his parents' house that day and with a lot of persuasion he had managed to get Tharn to come back to their flat for dinner. In fact, he had planned to come, he had warned Thorn, Tharn's elder brother, who in turn had warned his family, except Tharn. Type looked at his watch, he should arrive just after the meal had started. Techno was going to take him, and he would return with Tharn and his car.

Once Techno had finished speaking with Champ, the two friends got on the scooter and headed for the house in Tharn. Type was stressed at the thought of eating at his in-law's house, not that he had never met them, but he felt like he was intruding on a special day and, what's more, he was late, even though it was planned.

Type thought back to his meeting with the Tharn family. The first person he met was Thorn, who had come to visit Tharn after Type had finally moved in with him. It had been a month since Tharn had not returned to his parents and Thorn was starting to worry, the last time Tharn had given so little news was 2 months before his 19th birthday, and he didn't look well at all.

That day, one Saturday, Type was quietly on the sofa, waiting for Tharn to come back with lunch, when he heard someone knocking at the door. He wondered if Tharn had forgotten his keys or if it was a neighbour who wanted something. He got up quietly and opened the door without looking through the peephole. If he had done so, he wouldn't have been shocked by the person in front of him, he knew who it was: Tharn had already shown him pictures of his family and Type had also gone on a bit of snooping around on Tharn's social networks.

"Thorn, isn't it?" asked Type after coming to his senses. Thorn wasn't expecting anyone else but Tharn to open the door, but he didn't let it show, when the person beckoned him to come in. He simply nodded his head, responding to the boy.

Thorn sat down on the sofa, he had been here before, but last time he didn't have so many things that didn't belong to his brother. He could assume that the person in front of him was his brother's boyfriend, and that he practically lived here.

"I am Type, Tharn should be here soon. Would you like something to drink? Water or Sprite?", Type didn't know how to behave towards Thorn, he had never met him personally before, and he would have preferred Tharn with him.

"I'd like some water, my brother loves Sprite, but I'm not a fan," Thorn could see the young man's discomfort, but he didn't know what to do either.

"Yeah, me neither", Type went to the kitchen to get a glass and fill it with water. Returning to Thorn, he held out the glass and sat down at the other end of the couch.

"I can assume you are my brother's new boyfriend, right?", Type's name had resounded in Thorn's head before he remembered where he'd heard it. Tharn had said the name when he explained why he was no longer speaking to Lhong. Type was one of the people who helped Tar expose Lhong, he was even the mastermind of the plan.

Type nodded his head, not sure what he should answer. Had Tharn explained to them the story with Lhong or the story with Puifai?

"Tharn has already told me about you, I think. Are you one of the people who exposed Lhong? Did you get closer after this story?", Thorn was really curious, he had the impression that the last time Tharn was in trouble was because he was deeply in love, and he didn't expect him to get over it for another year. Type easily understood that Tharn had not evoked the story with Puifai, that he could act as if nothing had happened, but his conscience decided otherwise.