BL ONESHOTS NO.3

⁹⁰Tharn x Type⁰⁹

Tharn' POV

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on him. He walked into the room with an effortless grace, his bright green eyes scanning the crowd. From that moment on, I was completely mesmerized by the guy named Type.

But there was one issue - he was straight. I knew it was a lost cause, but I couldn't help but fall in love with him more and more each day. His smile, his laugh, everything about him drew me in. I couldn't escape the overwhelming feelings I had for him.

I tried to push my feelings aside, to convince myself that it was just a fleeting crush. But the more I got to know him, the harder it became to deny my true feelings. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to tell Type. I was afraid of ruining our friendship and losing him completely.

I watched him date girls, trying my best to be happy for him even though it broke my heart. But behind closed doors, I cried myself to sleep, wishing he could see me as more than just a friend.

As the years went by, I couldn't shake off the feelings I had for him. I knew deep down that he would never feel the same way, but I couldn't give up. I held onto the hope that one day, maybe he would realize that I was the one he truly wanted.

But then, something unexpected happened. He came to me one day, his usual confident demeanor replaced with a vulnerable one. He told me that he was questioning his sexuality and didn't know who to turn to. I listened as Type poured his heart out, finally feeling like I had a chance.

I mustered up all the courage I had and confessed my love for him. He was taken aback, but instead of pushing me away, he leaned in and kissed me. It was the most magical moment of my life.

From that day on, we were inseparable. We faced the world together, hand in hand, not caring about anyone else's opinions. We were in love, and that's all that mattered.

Looking back, I never would have thought that the straight guy I fell in love with would one day love me back. But in the end, our love was stronger than any label or societal expectation. I learned that love knows no boundaries and that sometimes, even the most impossible love stories can have a happy ending, and my story with Type sure as hell did.

[No.9. Hope this is okay. Bye now.]