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I put my bag on the sofa and collapse on it. I've just come back from a week's training; I had the impression that it was never going to end. Luckily, we finished one day earlier than planned, following a withdrawal by a speaker. He was ill, I think. So, I went home a day early, but there was no trace of Tharn in the flat. Probably at the bar, but his car is still in the car park.

I open my phone, Tharn hasn't sent me a message, but if he's at the bar and on stage, it seems rather logical. I sigh before opening a new conversation, the one with our group of friends, I muted the conversation during the week, they were talking too much about it. The last messages tell me that Tharn is at the bar, since they have planned to meet there to see him play. However, something intrigues me, why I have the impression that they feel obliged to go there because I am not there. It's not the first time that Tharn goes to the bar without me or any of our friends?

I'm locking the phone, I'm too tired to think tonight. I get up with difficulty, if Tharn were here, I'm sure he would more than agree to carry me to bed... What are you thinking about, Type? You don't need him to move around and you don't miss him at all... Not even a little... Or just a little...

I arrive in the room and look at the empty bed, nobody in it. I've slept for a week in an empty bed, I don't want it to be the same tonight. I'm going to go to the bar, pick up my boyfriend at the end of his mini-concert, go home and fall asleep in his arms. No, I didn't miss Tharn! I'm taking a shower to wake me up a bit before I leave.

I enter the bar, I see my friends at a table, P'Jeed is with them, while P'Khong is at the bar. Nothing changes even when I'm not there. The fans look at Tharn who is now on stage. Just looking at him, I have the impression that part of my tiredness is going away. No, I still haven't missed Tharn!

Nothing changes when I'm not there, even the little table next to my friends starts to fill up with drinks paid for by the fans. I wonder, if Tharn doesn't behave in the same way with its fans when I'm there, and when I'm not there... I spot a free table a little further away, which is in the service area of one of the waitresses and not of the boss. I sit down, curious to observe how MY boyfriend behaves when I am not there.

I can't take my eyes off Tharn. My drink in front of me, a simple soda, isn't even halfway through when Tharn finishes playing. Tharn comes down from the stage, I take several sips, my throat is a bit dry. Tharn hasn't seen me and heads towards my friends' table, when I see someone standing up from that same table. Who is it? I don't know him. I don't like the smile he makes, nor the uneasy smile Tharn makes.

So, the stranger gets up, I watch his every move. He seems to finish a conversation with Khlui before redirecting his attention to Tharn. Unfortunately, I cannot hear what he is saying, but Tharn sends an SOS of his gaze to our friends. The stranger has just hugged Tharn with a pat on the back. I'm going to hurt him, who gave you permission to touch MY man, not Tharn apparently, nor P'Jeed, nor Techno who just got up to separate them and lead Tharn to sit next to him.

Tell me that there are no more free chairs around the table and that the stranger is going to leave now. My prayers were half-heard, there were no more free chairs, but the stranger brings one to sit down, I give you in the mile, right next to MY MAN. I'm going to do him.

I'm taking a deep breath; I can't make a scene in the middle of a bar. I'm just going to wait for this little prick to isolate himself and then we'll have a little one-on-one conversation.

The unknown is too leaning on Tharn. My resolutions are about to shatter, especially when he dares to put his hand on MY BOYFRIEND's arm, even if Tharn tries to push him away with the help of our friends. Luckily, for the reputation of the bar, a small group of fans come to talk to Tharn, forcing the stranger away. I see them regularly, they are nice and above all, they understood that Tharn was taken.

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