Perfect Two ✔️(Completed)

CHAPTER 7

📙 PERFECT TWO 7
📍 CHAPTER 7

Type look at himself in the mirror, his bruised lip and swollen cheek welcome his sight.

He gets the makeup and concealer to cover it all. He will go to work today, and Tharn will be wondering.

He got home this morning in his own apartment in Bangkok. He drives back in dawn just to arrive on time. Hd dont want Tharn to come first in the office.

After he felt satisfied with his look and clothes, he went straight to their office, and he arranged everything in Tharn's desk.
The  he move to arrange his own.

He seated in front of his computer and started to do his job. The chair didn't even heat up when a smiling Tharn came.

"Good morning Kitt—." Tharn froze on his track as he stared closely on Type's  face.

Unsatisfied, he walked closer to him. He saw the cut on his lower lip and a bruised on his cheek. He touched it, and he was right. He used makeup to hide it.

Anger flowed through him.

" Who did this to you?!" The coldness of his voice sent shivers to Type's spine.

"Kitten.." he growl.

"It's nothing.." he lied. He dont want Tharn to know. Not now, not ever.

"It looks like someone hit you!"

"I'm fine, just some drunk people who mistaken me to someone they know, this happened when I go home to my hometown." Type reach out to touch Tharn's shoulder.

"In your place? You dont know them? Describe them to me, and I will kill them. "

Type felt special with the thought that Tharn cared for him.

"I don't know them. They are on their teens, I guess. We can't sue them. Do you want coffee?" In his soft voice, he caresses Tharn's shoulder.

Tharn sigh. He hopes that the tightness of his chest will go. He doesn't know where the anger came from. He just feels that he likes to beat into pulp the person who did this to his kitten.

"I want coffee, bring it to my office." He said as he went in.

When he settled on his swivel chair, he called his most trusted agent.
But his line is unattended.

He called his father's agent instead.

"Agent Run, hello, good morning."

"Sir Tharn, how can I help you at this early time?" His old voice greeted him.

"Agent Rain's phone was unattended. Is he with you?" Agent Rain was his son.

"He's still sleeping. He just came back from a mission."

"Ohh, is that so? Can you please tell him when he wakes up to check his email, I'll send something, Thank you."

He dropped the call, wrote something on his computer, and sent it to Agent Rain. The feeling inside him was not convinced on Type's reason.

Type came in, holding the cup of coffee. Tharn motioned him to come near him.

"Sit on my lap kitten,"

In his red face, Type sit on his lap sideways. Tharn reached for his drawer, and he got a small first aid kit, courtesy to his doctor Papa.

Gulf always had a medicine kit with him anywhere he went, in case of emergency. He does the same to Tharn, Thorn, and Thanya.

"No need.. I already cleaned them. " Type protested as he saw Tharn squeeze an antiseptic on a cotton ball.

"Let me take away this worrying feeling that I have by taking care of you, please." Tharn pleaded. This is so unlike him. He didn't plead in his entire life. But Type made him.

"Fine.. Do what you want but please, slowly."

Tharn's movement was featherlight as he gently rubbed the cotton on Type's lip.

"I really wanna kiss you, you know, but not on this state." he whispered. His minty breath fanning Type's face.

After that, he put soothing cream on it.

He did the same on the cheek, totally removing the make up Type used to cover his swollen cheek. After that, he softly applied the soothing cream.

Type felt so special.

"Thank you, Sir."

"I don't accept Thank you."

"Huh?" Type creases his forehead.

Tharn reached for another drawer, and he got a red folder.

"Sign this and be my sub."

Type accepted the folder and read everything inside.

"I'll give you time until you will be fully healed, and I will introduce you to my dungeon."Tharn leaned close to sniff Type's neck. Making the younger one shiver.
"I will introduce my things to you."

"I saw them, that's a lot."

"I will introduce them to you by using them on you." In his sexy voice, Tharn whispered on him.

" Can I read these first?"
TYPE said as he looked closely at the contract.

" Sure, study it first, then talk to me if ever there are rules that you dont want. "

Tharn laid his forehead on Type's chest.

"Kitten, you smell good.."

"I didn't wear any perfume."

Tharn chuckle. "You and my papa had a lot of similarities."

"Really? You had a great family, ahmm, should I be calling you Master, Daddy or Sir?".

"Call me Master inside the dungeon, call me Daddy in our private moments, especially when I asked you to be cute and cuddly. And lastly, call me anything you want anytime."

That made Type think.
Then a bulb idea hit him.

"Fine.. Am I not heavy, Babe?" Type said as he looked closer to Tharn. He felt Tharn's breathing hitch.

"Babe, are you okay?" Type asked again.

"Damn! Why do those words so feel good when you were saying it."
Tharn tsked as he breathed heavily.

"I wanna finish my work," Type tried to stand up. But Tharn's large arms snaked on his waist, restraining him.

Their face is closed to each other.

But Tharn saw Type's cut lip.

He ended up kissing him on his nose. And hug him tight.

"Be my SUB.. and I will be your DOM"
Type hug him back,

'Even if I didn't plan to, I have to, and I want to'

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AN: NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE INTRODUCTION OF TYPE'S SUB LIFE AND HIS JOURNEY TO THARN'S DUNGEON.

THE INTRODUCTION WILL BE LIKE THIS, EACH TOYS THAT WILL BE INTRODUCED TO TYPE, WILL BE USE TO HIM IMMEDIATELY

IT WILL BE RATED SPG.
A heavy S P G.
TBC