Comatose- Truth among the lies.

5.5

Later, Tharn entered Type's room, closing the door quietly behind him. He took a moment to absorb the scene before him: Type lay peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm, his face the picture of serenity. Tharn moved closer, drawn to the soft glow of Type's skin, the delicate curve of his lips. It was like looking at a masterpiece, untouched and unclaimed.

Tharn reached out, brushing a fingertip along Type's cheek. There was a surprising warmth there, a softness that both stirred his desire and piqued his curiosity. He found himself leaning closer, the temptation almost
unbearable. He could picture Type waking up, eyes fluttering open to meet his, helplessly drawn into Tharn's orbit. The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through him.

"You're mine now, Type," he whispered, the words barely audible. He let his fingers trail from Type's cheek down to his lips, feeling the delicate curve beneath his touch. The desire to claim those lips fully-to leave a mark-was almost overwhelming, but he restrained himself, savoring the anticipation. Tharn would take his time, unraveling every mystery Type had to offer.

His gaze wandered over Type's form, mentally cataloging every detail. He wanted to know everything, from the thoughts Type had scribbled in his journals to the private moments he'd never shared with anyone. With those belongings, Tharn would peel back the layers of Type's life, leaving no corner unexplored.

"Rest well, love," he murmured, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "By the time you wake up, you'll belong to me completely and I would be a ceo , not just mere bottom-feeder anymore. Let's rise our kid to be the best president the Chen's will ever see."

Back in the hallway, Tharn encountered Chen again, who had lingered outside Type's room. Tharn gave a polite nod, folding his hands behind his back.

"One more thing, sir," Tharn said, keeping his tone respectful. "In addition to the journals, I'd like access to any videos or recordings you have of him-anything that might help me understand him better. I think it would allow me to fulfill my role more effectively."

Chen raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the request. "You seem awfully invested for a man who hasn't even spoken to my son."

Tharn smiled, a hint of warmth mingling with his usual cool resolve. "I believe that if I'm going to do this, I should do it properly. I want to know him as thoroughly as possible. After all, if I'm to care for him, I need to understand him."

Chen considered this, the lines of his face softening for a brief moment. "Very well. I'll make the arrangements. But remember, Tharn, whatever you find may not be enough. He's... complicated. "

Tharn inclined his head, acknowledging Chen's words. "I understand, sir. But that doesn't change my commitment. I'll be here, no matter what."

Tharn then was able to convince Chen that he would be staying in the hospital from now on to care for Type. And it wasn't easy to convince Chen.
Don't ask Tharn how he did it.

And it was way harder to convince Chen he would stay in company for just 2 hours in the morning and night for rounds and checking on staff as he was planning on working from hospital.

Chen left with a warning that he doesn't wanna see him lagging in work.

As he left, Tharn's thoughts were already racing ahead. Soon, Type's belongings would be his, and he would sift through every word, every memento, until he knew him entirely. Type might not be able to reciprocate yet, but Tharn was willing to wait.

He cast one last glance back at the room, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Type was his now, and Tharn intended to claim every piece of him-bit by bit, day by day.

In this game, patience was just another form of possession. And Tharn was ready to play.

He headed back to his apartment for now and he knew he has to head to office later . He will be back to Type by night , hopefully he will get stuff that will help him know Type better by then.

He sighed looking at his phone, the monitor checking on Type is now connected to his phone too.

"Wait till the night for me sleeping beauty" spoke to his husband through the monitor with a smile on his lips.