Imagine a Multi-billionaire man having a great time of his life.
he's rich and owns a company and many businesses in other countries.
but something is missing from him he is still not over with his first love.
When he was 15 yrs old he met a boy...
Tharn stopped driving in front of the building where Gun worked, he got out of the car and leaned back while just looking at the people entering and exiting the building.
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Tharn smiled when he saw Type leaving the building, Tharn approached and greeted Type, but Type could not react as if he did not know him.
"Huh?" Type asked confused.
"Type! remember me?" He smiled at him widely hoping that Type smiled back at him."Brother!" Gun shouted and he ran to hug his big bro,
Type smiled at them as if he knew it was the Gun brother.
"Hey! tharn! how are you?" Type pat him and smiled.
"I'm good so how's America?" Tharn asked and Type appeared on his serious face.
"America?" He asked confused.
"Why do you look so confused, guy?" Tharn smiled and Type reacted differently.
"Yeah...Yeah... America was okay" That was all Type could say because he couldn't tell what really happened to them.
"Wanna have lunch?" Gun invited him and Type just nodded.
Type is quiet not because he is with the multi-billionaire but because it is his first time to enter a rich restaurant and Type knows that he cannot afford the price of the food there.
"Why are you the quiet type?" Tharn asked.
"Huh, well I'm just amazed at the restaurant because it's my first time going here," Type said shyly and Gun just smiled at him.
"I remember that time when you were so quiet when we were still in high school" Tharn was looking back on the past with them, but Type was trying to remember what Tharn was saying to him.
Since he hasn't been able to communicate with his friends for a long time, he doesn't remember them anymore.
"Yeah... once we had lunch together, right?" Type laughed awkwardly.
"You're not paying attention to me, remember?" Tharn said as if laughing at Type.
"Huh? hahaha... right, excuse me I'll just go to the restroom" Type stood up and left where he was sitting.
While Tharn just looked and observed the walking type, Tharn also stood up from his seat.
"Oh, where are you going?" Gun asked.
"Restroom" Tharn replied.
Gun stopped him and said his words to him.
"Big bro, be patient okay," Gun said and Mew removed his brother's hand from him.
"I know I know," he said.
When Tharn entered the restroom, Type was about to leave, he blocked Type while Type slowly backed away until Type leaned against the sink, Tharn approached his face seriously and just stared into his eyes.
"You didn't remember me, right?" Tharn asked and Type narrowed his eyes.
"Tharn, yes I remember you." Type said and fake smiled.
"I'm not a fool type" He's getting closer to him.
"Tharn, is this a joke? Isn't that funny?" Type seems scared about tharn eyes as if something bad will be done to him.
"You know what I hate the most is being cheated on because once I've been cheated on, I turn out to be a bad guy," Tharn said, his voice got lower, so Type is even more afraid of him.
"Ok! fine, I dont remember you" Type confessed so Tharn didn't like what Type did.
"What's the reason? Money?" Tharn asked so Type seemed ashamed of Tharn.
"Yes, because I need money" Type of reply that seems to have courage in itself.
Tharn smirked at him, and Type seemed offended about how Tharn reacted.
"Money? that's the reason and using my brother for money?" Tharn seems angry and he slams his hand on the sink.
He might be in love with him, but the real Tharn was out now, Tharn can't agree to use his brother just for his money because no matter how much he loves Type he can't agree to people using his brother because he is a billionaire.
"I thought you were different from everyone else, but it turns out you are the same as the others who only need money" Tharn said that's why Type slapped him.
"Yes, you can be angry but don't judge me because you don't know the real reason why I need money!" Type angry but at the same time, his tears are falling.
Gun opened the door and he saw the two seem to be fighting.
"What happened, why is your face red, brother?" Gun asked and confused.
Type left, Gun was about to chase after Type, but Tharn stopped him.
"Gun, let him," Tharn said while regretting what he said to type.
