ROYALE

Chapter 15

A/N:
I laugh whenever the readers blame me for making the angsty plot 😂

Well, I have said that this story maybe not your cup of tea. And I won't even make it easy for them hahaha.

I apologize to you guys beforehand for the frustration the story gives.

But please remember, my story won't end if it is not happy ending 🥰

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Type was in his sleep when Tharn got back. He saw Type was sleeping almost in the middle of the bed. He slept so close to where Tharn's usual side was.

One of Type's hand was above Tharn's pillow. He had his hand clutching on it. Type's head was in a bad position where it was almost off his pillow and his face dunked between his pillow and Tharn's.

The older guy sighed as he approached the bed. He sat by the bedside and realized how innocent and pure Type looked while sleeping. Not that the awake Type wasn't pure and innocent but the sleeping Type really did something to him.

The anger he had been carrying for half a day now vanished in the thin air. It left nothing but the urge to pull the younger guy close and safe in his arms.

Tharn's eyes drifted to the paper bag Type gave him at dinner. He left it by the chair when he went to hang out with his friends. Type must have put it on the desk by himself after he left.

Tharn thought killing time with his gang like the good old days would erase the uncomfortable feelings in him. But no, his mind kept directed towards his husband. He thought about how he gave Type cold shoulders and how Type must have been feeling.

He couldn't stop blaming himself of the possibility of Type crying again because of him. Tharn decided to go home since Type's crying face kept bugging him.

He had to make sure Type didn't cry again. He hated it to the bone if he ever made Type cried to his sleep.

Tharn studied Type's face once more to make sure the younger guy didn't shed a tear. He stretched his arm only to ensure himself that Type's cheeks and eyes were dry.

He relieved a sigh when he found no tears on Type's face. He was about to pull away when Type flung his eyes opened.

"Tharn...?" Type softly called him. Now Tharn was the one who wanted to cry.

How stupid of him to treat Type that way when it was not even his fault to begin with. Type had no friend but Ming, and Lhong was the second friend he got.

Tharn could even label himself as an asshole for treating Type like that. He should start to get himself together so he wouldn't push the clueless Type to the edge anymore.

"Sorry to wake you up," Tharn mumbled once he had found his voice to reply.

Type was going to sit up but Tharn's palm kept him lied down on the bed. Type felt calm when Tharn's fingers stroked his hair softly. The dismay dissolved right away.

The Tharn he knew was back. The warm and caring Tharn.

"Did you have a good time?" Type asked Tharn about the get together with his gang.

"It was.. alright," Tharn chose to tell white lie.

There was in no way he could enjoy the time when he left Type hanging and confused just like that. He was acting like such a dick to the person who gave him nothing but the best thing he could come up with.

Type had been so kind to him. And yet all Tharn had been doing was letting him down. Tharn's eyes got teary thinking about it. Luckily the room was dark and Type couldn't see how his face turned red in order to hold his tears from falling.