Soulmates 2 ✓

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[a/n: it's so hard for me to write tharntype/ mewgulf stories because I feel like I can never grasp the beauty of their relationship. So I'm sorry for the slow updates. ]

"Why are you wearing gloves?" Type asked, walking back with Tharn to where the others have gathered. Tharn tensed up. He plastered a fake smile and made a false excuse to the younger boy, "Just some werewolf stuff I'm going through."

Type nodded. Though he wanted to know more about the situation in detail, he knew better than to pry into other people's business. Especially when he himself didn't like people doing so.

He yelped in surprise when he hit his head against a branch. "Careful," Tharn laughed, reaching out to touch Type's forehead. He leaned forward, blowing softly on the reddening area, his actions making Type blush. As he pulled away, he smiled softly, loving the shy look on Type.

"Thanks," Type mumbled. Tharn laughed, hesitantly pulling Type by the wrist in a gentle manner. Type couldn't help looking down on the hand holding his wrist. He didn't realize he had been holding his breath because of it until Tharn finally let go.

The other students were happily sitting around and hanging about as a bonfire was lit. Kengkla, who saw them walk back, smirked before turning his attention back to his mate and a couple of other students.

"I'm going to sleep early if that's okay," Type yawned. Truth be told, he just didn't want to deal with the people and would much rather be on his own after the tiresome day. Even though he yearned to be near the older man, he didn't want his feelings to develop any further.

Tharn smiled, "I'll walk you there."

Oblivious to Tharn's intention of spending more time with him, Type merely waved his hand in a nonchalant motion, ignoring the urge to agree, "It's alright. I'll be fine on my own."

His words made Tharn freeze, a slight sting of his heart as he watched the tired boy walk away and out of his sight. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Why was it so hard for him to flirt with the boy?

Morning arrived, and Tharn wasn't the slightest bit pleased about what he had woken up to. Several of his students decided to sneak into his room and take his pictures, forgetting about his better senses.

Of course he made sure they deleted the picture and didn't back them up elsewhere, but it didn't mean he was okay with their careless attitude towards their own professor. He was pretty easy-going, but it didn't mean he couldn't be strict.

He watched as the students were punished to run three laps, a whistle around his neck as he made sure none of them were cheating and taking short cuts.

"What happened?" A tired voice asked. He jumped, his annoyance that had clouded his senses going away when he turned to look at Type who was rubbing his eyes. He looked adorable with his slightly pouty lips.

"They decided to break into my room and take my photos," he informed the sleepy student. Type suddenly felt himself wide awake at Tharn's statement, a laugh escaping. "Well aren't you popular," he teased. Tharn felt his heart swell at the way Type laughed and acted with him. He wanted to believe his mate was starting to warm up to him. But he knew better than to jump to conclusions right away.

He couldn't help smiling, "What can I say? I'm handsome."

Type laughed even more. He looked at Tharn, revealing a pearly smile. "You are indeed," he agreed, making Tharn blush. He tried to steady his racing heart. To calm himself down, he drew his attention away from his beautiful mate and blew the whistle, suddenly feeling too happy to punish the students any further.