CEO'S CUTIE (On Hold) [𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘]

can I ask you out on a date?"

Tharn's POV:

Is this real? Tharn felt his mind race as he replayed Type's words in his head. Did he just ask me out? No way... I'm hallucinating. This angel...

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Type again, his voice soft but unsure.

Type: "What are you thinking? If you don't like it, it's okay... I just asked."

Tharn (blurting out): "NO!"

Type (startled): "Huh?"

Tharn: "Are you making fun of me?"

Type (nervously): "No, I just asked. If you don't want to, it's okay..." He stuttered a bit, but clearly sure of himself.

Tharn's lips curled into a grin, realizing Type was being serious. This boldness... He chuckled softly, his heart racing for an entirely different reason now.

Tharn: "No, I wasn't expecting it. Alright then, let's learn more about each other. Let's go on that date." He smirked, his voice turning playful. "And I like your bold move. Why did you ask me?"

Type (blushing, stumbling over his words): "I... I just thought about it... and blurted it out."

Tharn couldn't help but laugh softly. This guy was adorable.

Type (quickly): "Okay, give me your number?"

Tharn (caught off guard): "Huh?"

Type (impatiently): "It's late, I want to go home. You said we can go on a date, so... I'll give you my number. Let's go when we're both free. Now, give me your phone."

Tharn, still a little stunned, handed his phone over. He watched as Type quickly typed in his number and saved it as "Type." The simple action felt strangely intimate.

Type (handing the phone back): "Okay, that's my number. Don't hesitate to call or text me, okay? Bye, Tharn."

Tharn barely registered what had just happened. He waved at Type, watching him walk away.

Tharn (murmuring): "Bye, 'my' Type." The word "my" echoed in his head, sending a strange sense of possessiveness through him. Wait... did I just claim him in my mind?

Later, in his room, Tharn laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Wow... just wow. Type is bold, sassy, cute, and handsome. I need to make this date happen.

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The next day at work, Tharn couldn't stop smiling.

Mild: "Stop smiling like that, it's creeping me out. What happened?"

Tharn couldn't resist telling Mild about his encounter with Type. Mild's jaw dropped, shocked.

Tharn (playfully smacking Mild's head): "What's with that reaction?"

Mild (pulling out his phone): "Wait, Type? Hold on." Mild quickly scrolled through his gallery and handed the phone to Tharn. "Is this the guy?"

Tharn (wide-eyed): "Yeah, that's him. How do you know him?"

Mild (grinning): "He's my bestie! We've been childhood friends, but he's been really busy lately. Let me call him."

Tharn's heart skipped a beat. Best friends?

Mild called Type, putting the call on speaker.

Mild (cheerfully): "Baby!"

??: "Nong Type's in the changing room. Wait a minute."

Tharn felt his heart sink. Who's that?

The call resumed as Mild teased Type about their usual plans, but Tharn's focus was drawn to Type's other conversation.