CEO'S CUTIE (On Hold) [𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘]

boyfriends

Tharn’s POV

I couldn’t help but feel my heart pound as I held Type close to me, his breathing slow and soft as he slept in my arms. My mind replayed the events of tonight. I had asked him to be my boyfriend—finally, I’d worked up the courage to say it.

I still remember the first time I saw him in that coffee shop. He looked like an angel—soft, warm, and out of my reach. But I couldn’t resist; I had to talk to him. Over time, it was more than his looks that captivated me. I fell for his kindness, his humility, and his fierce loyalty to his friends, treating them like family. And somehow, he made me a part of that family. Through Type, I gained friends who felt like brothers.

I whispered to him tonight, “Will you be my boyfriend?” And his answer, soft and full of feeling, melted my heart. “Yes, I love you. I will be your boyfriend.” The next moment, I couldn’t stop myself; I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t rushed—just slow, filled with everything I felt, everything I wanted him to know. I don’t think either of us noticed our friends clapping until we broke apart, smiling shyly.

In the past two months, I’ve learned so much about him. But there’s something there—a sadness he’s hidden. Little things give it away: the way he flinches if someone touches him unexpectedly, the sleeping pills I’ve seen in his room. And his friends—Bright, Win, Boat, and Mild—they treat him like he’s fragile, someone they need to protect. Type, who’s always the sunshine in any room, carries this hidden sadness, and it pulls at my heart.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt him shiver in his sleep. Tonight, after our proposal, we’re here, cuddled in his home, closer than we’ve ever been. And yet, I can tell something’s haunting him, even in his dreams. I wrapped my arms around him a little tighter, pulling him close. I whispered softly, reassuring him as best as I could, “I’m here, Type. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

He relaxed in my arms, his breathing steadying. Whatever it is, I’ll be here for him, and together, we’ll face whatever ghosts linger in his past.

But as I watched him sleep peacefully, one thought lingered: What happened to my baby?

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