Type's POV
I walked into the centre and the girls were following..Urghh...I have a boyfriend...no..husband...why did you guys keep following?Besides..this is a football centre..Not Siam...I walk randomly until I heard a familiar and annoying voice call me..
'TYPEEEEE..NONG TYPEE!!!'
Type: 'Isaat Techno..Don't you dare calling me Nong..I'm not a girl *pulling a chair and sit*'
Techno: 'Yes...but you are a wife..ehem...'
Type: 'What did you said?!'
Techno: 'No..I didn't said anything..ehem...Ohh..Let's get to our topic can we...'
Type: 'Kdai...let's do it'
After we talked a little while,suddenly a girl approached..
The Girl: 'Sawadee khrub phi..Can I have a picture with you?You looks like an actor named Gulf...I want just a picture to show my friends'
Type: 'Err..sure..No problem'
Techno...why aren't you helping me now..Isaat..I feel like I'm alone here...Fakkk...
The girl: 'Wait..can I ask for your number?..I'm just thinking that..can we get to know each other?'
Techno: 'Ehem...mmmrrhhh'
Type: 'No..I can't..sorry'
The girl: 'How about your LINE ID??Or maybe..your instagram..or Facebook??'
Techno: 'Err..sorry Nong..I think you are too distracting that we can't even discuss our works..and He can't give you his number..please leave..cause you sound so desperate right now'
Finalllyyyy..Techno..Now I can call you my friend..again -_-..
The girl: 'I ain't talking to you..I'm talking to your friend here!!'
My heart feel like bursting out any soon..
The girl: 'Just keep doing your work can you!!'
Type:'That's it!!Can you please leave!!..'
I'm bursting out of nowhere..this girl is really asking for it..
The girls: 'Auw...Phi..Please naaa...I want to know you more..na..na..I've been following you since you get into the faculty..*Touching my shoulder and molested them*'
Type: 'Who told you to follow me?I didn't ask you to..
The girl: 'But can you please..Give me a chance..Naaaaa..Phii..'
Type: 'No..I can't'
The girl: 'Why not?..Am I not pretty enough for you?!!'
Type: 'It is because I already have a husband!!!!Stop touching me!!!'
I get up from the chair immediately and leave the girl petrified..
Type: 'No...Let's find another place to discuss..Out of this centre..'
The girl: '....'
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓷
FanfictionWhat happen if Tharn and Type switch their trauma? Tharn's Rape Trauma Syndrome (RTS) and Type's broken-hearted fear.. This story is merely a fanfiction..All the story are originally by MAME.. And to be honestly..This story contains smut or 18+ stuf...
