One Night Stand

Complications

First uploaded: 12/1/2019

Re-uploaded: 2/15/2021

Type sat on the bench during practice, not even paying attention to who was kicking the ball or anything. He chewed at his lower lip in thought, and didn't notice a figure coming up behind him.

"Type?"

Type closed his eyes, sighing in resigned annoyance. "What do you want, Tharn?"

Tharn came around so Type could see him. "Can we talk?"

"About?"

Tharn just looked at him.

"Oh, for...fine," Type sighed again, carefully getting to his feet. By then, it was just his ankle bothering him. He'd already recovered from everything else.

(A/N: High pain tolerance, lmao. I foresee some wild nights ahead, maybe XD)

Neither noticed a certain captain's gaze follow them off the field.

Type stopped once they were outside the stands, turning and folding his arms defiantly. "So? Talk."

Tharn made a sad face. "Type...I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For everything. For the breakup. For-"

"Yeah, for someone who doesn't like the breakup word, you ended up being the one to use it in the end," Type commented snidely. His eyes betrayed the hurt he was really feeling.

Tharn couldn't deny it. "I'm so sorry...I didn't want to breakup with you."

"Then why!" Type demanded hotly. "Why did you?? I thought we were happy!"

"We were, but..."

Tears filled Type's eyes. "Don't tell me...you fell in love with someone else??"

"No!" Tharn burst out. "Of course not!"

"Then...why? What did I do wrong??"

"It's not all you, just like it's not all me. We were drifting apart, Type," Tharn tried to explain.

Type blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the tears. Instead, a few trickled down his cheeks. "Drifting apart?" He repeated dully. "You broke up with me because you felt we were drifting apart? That's it??"

"What do you want me to say?? That the only reason I scheduled all the band practices was so you would notice my absence? We didn't need it, I only did that to show you what you were doing to me!"

"And I told you not to hint at things! You want me to know something? Then fucking tell me to my face!" Type shot back, hands clenching into fists.

Neither noticed some of the football teammates watching from the entrance to the field.

"Beating around the bush doesn't do squat, and you know that! You've known that since we were freshmen!"

"Yeah, okay, I tell you to your face, then you go off in a corner and sulk like I'm the bad guy," Tharn snarled back. "I'm tired of it!"

"Fine! Then I guess it's a good thing we're over!" Type hissed, dashing away the tears that kept spilling over. He turned to go back to the field.

Tharn caught his arm. "Wait. I didn't mean that, Ty-"

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me," Type emphasized each word angrily as he yanked his arm free of Tharn's grip. "And leave me alone! Stop coming after me! You wanted to breakup with me? Well, I don't consider this breaking up! I don't care if you regret it now or not, cuz we're definitely over!" He stepped closer to Tharn, jabbing a finger in his chest. "I will never take you back after this. You hear me? So leave me the hell alone!" Then he turned towards the entrance again, only to stop when he saw Techno, Ae, and Can standing there, watching with a mixture of concern and fury.