He Doesn't Treat You Right (UNEDITED)(W.I.P)

CHAPTER - 1

A/N : I am writing this after watching episode 9 of TharnType. This is canon divergence becoz #HittingIsntLove.

In this fic Lhong is the best friend Tharn trusts, on the same level as Type trusts Techno. He had a crush on Tharn in high school but is over it now. He has his own S/O. He is privy to the relationship right from the start.
This fic is set in episode 9 beginning in P'Jeed's bar at 20:40 after Type knees Tharn and feels very proud of his act.
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HE DOESN'T TREAT YOU RIGHT

Lhong watched Tharn make his way back out of the men's room. He saw him trying to discretely hide his wince as he walked. Type was already back, smirking, like he had just won something.
Lhong ground his teeth in annoyance.
There seemed to be no limit to the abuse that this guy heaped on Tharn. Why was Tharn always on the receiving end of mistreatment?
It was high time that someone stood up for him because it seemed that Tharn felt that he deserved this. He forgave each of these bastards at the cost of his heart and his health.
Confronting Type would only raise Tharn's hackles and injure their friendship. Instead he needed to knock, metaphorically, some sense into Tharn.
Try to open his eyes to what he was falling into.
He finally got his opening when a very drunk Techno dashed to the men's room to throw up.
Lhong spoke up,
"Type shouldn't you go check on your dweeb of a best friend? Make sure he doesn't throw up his internal organs,"
"Hey! No's not a dweeb." Type instantly growled
" Dweeb ?! Who said dweeb? Me? No way! I said sweet. Sweet as sugar! No is the sweetest guy, so isn't it your duty as best friend to check on him. He is kinda very drunk." Lhong genially coaxed Type.
"Yah, yah, I'm going. Don't want him to flush his own head down the toilet." Type who himself was tipsy swayed up off his seat and headed towards the toilets.

"He hit you again didn't he? And as is visible it wasn't just a punch in the face, he either hit you or grabbed you very hard in the junk this time." Lhong grimly hissed at Tharn.

When Tharn began to reply Lhong interrupted him, "Don't you dare deny it or defend him. His behavior towards you has gotten from bad to worse." he growled at his best friend.

"Back off Lhong," Tharn sadly grumbled.

"Yes, it's your relationship and I shouldn't interfere but it's your physical safety that I am worried about tharn. He is still using his hands nex..."

"It was his knee this time" Tharn whispered.

"See!!! he's already getting bolder , what's next ... a knife or a hammer?" Lhong raged.

"You better protect yourself otherwise I will get P'Thorn involved and then Mae and Dad too." He threatened.

"Don't talk to him tonight, just zip your lips. go back home tomorrow get some distance from him. Return only after you are feeling better. Him kneeing you like that, is no joke." Lhong Warned him as they watched Type come back to the table with an almost passed out No hanging onto him.

"Ai'Tharn No is pretty much shit faced! I need to drop him home. You get home on your own."   Type ordered.
"Don't worry Type I didn't drink a drop tonight I'll drive him back."Lhong said sharply before Tharn could say anything.
"Hmmm." Tharn dutifully nodded.
Type turned and left without another glance back at his boyfriend.

"See he doesn't even have the courtesy to thank me. Your safety isn't even a priority for him." Lhong  fumed forcefully pointing a finger towards the door that Type had just gone through carrying No.

"I can see that." the drummer mumbled.
Lhong sighed looking at Tharn's miserable expression.
"Come on I'll drop you home." the vocalist gently coaxed leading him out of the establishment.

The car was quiet on the drive back but as Tharn unbuckled his seat belt and opened the passenger side door Lhong finally spoke.
"Remember what I said"
"Yes, I do. But what if he apologizes?" Tharn couldn't help but question hopefully.
"Your boyfriend is too arrogant to apologize for this, so get some distance Tharn. Get your head on straight. Get a grip on yourself. The Tharn I know isn't a pushover. Frankly, I can't recognize this door mat that you've become." Lhong cried in exasperation.
"Tell me how you really feel now. Please." The music major snarked back.
"Now that's the Tharn I know and love. Please bring him back!" Lhong cheered!
"Yah! Yah! I will. Now go sit in your man's lap you cheeseball!" Tharn laughed as he got out of the car.
"Oh! And What a sturdy and muscular lap it is!Oh the hours I have spent on it!" Lhong replied with a 1000 watt dreamy smile and suggestively waggling his eyebrows.
"Shameless" Tharn laughed banging the car door shut.

He turned over Lhong's words as well as tonight's events in his head while he walked slowly heading into his building , Up the elevator, into Type and his apartment. The pain he was in was the result of the escalation of a verbal argument. If he was frank with himself most of their arguments always ended with Type attacking him physically.

Tharn stayed awake until Type came back to their apartment after dropping off No.
He was sitting on the floor in front of the couch working on an assignment at the center table legs stretched out straight under the table, Type who was heading to the bathroom tripped over his legs, once the footballer steadied himself he instantly extended his hand towards Tharn's head causing the sitting boy to flinch away from the whack he knew was coming.
But the expected whack never landed instead Type patted his head and slurring giggled, "Uh Oh! Sorry didn't see your legs. Guess I'm still a bit tipsy! " Tharn looked up and gave his boyfriend a cursory tight smile as Type turned and headed into the bathroom.

Tharn sat stunned his blood running cold, Lhong was right he was in an abusive relationship, he expected Type to hit him.
He removed the cold gel pack from his groin and slowly got up. He needed distance from his boyfriend. He really needed some me time to take stock of this relationship he was in. Which was a toxic unhealthy one right from the start.
Yes, Type had been through something truly traumatic and horrible but, Tharn shouldn't be the one to pay for it. He couldn't be the stand in for the monster who had assaulted and molested the child Type.
Tharn packed away his books in his back pack putting it away under his desk in his practice room .
Carefully, he climbed into bed.
He was still in so much pain.
Yes, he got handsy with Type in public but did he really deserve being hit like this.
Hadn't he always backed away once Type said no.
He let a few tears slip out from behind his closed eyelids and let them soak his pillowcase.
He opened his eyes when he heard the bathroom door open and the scent of Type's body wash tingled his nostrils.
He looked up at a smirking Type who's eyes were on the gel pack Tharn was holding to his groin.
"Enjoy," the footballer cackled cocking his left eyebrow at Tharn as he slipped into bed beside him and let out a happy sigh followed by a snicker. Tharn couldn't believe that THIS was the kind of man he had fallen in love with.
He made up his mind first to spend the whole long weekend which began tomorrow, that was a Thursday and ended on Monday, with his family. Post which he would keep his lips, hands and his body as far away from Type as he could.
He hoped Type would notice the change but most probably he wouldn't.
Tharn had given Type an inch and the guy had taken more than a mile.
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A/N : should I continue?