The rest of the room stifled their laughter, quickly averting their eyes as if nothing had happened while Tharn took his hand and led him wordlessly toward his bedroom's attached bathroom.
Type entered first, not noticing when Tharn discreetly turned the lock behind them with a quiet click.
They walked in, Type still leading the way with a huff.
Type (without looking back): "Why do you even need my help?"
Before he could take another step, Tharn engulfed him from behind (a/n: hehe), arms circling his waist. Type gasped in surprise.
Tharn (whispering into the crook of his neck): "Because it takes two to kiss."
With that, Tharn spun him around, gripping him tightly at the waist. Type's response was involuntary—his arms went around Tharn's neck, legs lifting and wrapping around his waist like muscle memory. Their lips met in a hungry, wet kiss, their tongues lathering and exploring, lips sucking and dragging as though they were starving for each other.
Tharn lifted him and placed him on the cold Italian marble slab of the bathroom counter, not once breaking the kiss. Type could taste the dark chocolate still lingering from earlier—the same one he'd smeared on Tharn's lips with a teasing grin.
Finally, Type broke the kiss, slipping off the counter and leaving Tharn behind—with an aching erection and no mercy.
Standing at the bathroom door, back turned, Type smirked.
Type: "Get cleaned and come down."
And just like that, he was gone.
Tharn stared after him, breathless, painfully hard, and completely dazed.
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Back downstairs, Tharn's mom glanced up at Type's return.
Mom: "Type, where is Tharn?"
Type: "Mae, he's getting changed." (In his head:) Or calming his boner...
She glanced at his swollen lips and immediately grasped the situation.
Thanya (innocently): "Phi Type kha, how did you hurt yourself on the lips? Did Phi Tharn hurt you?" she asked, eyes wide with concern.
Type: "It's nothing, krub. Just a small bruise. Don't worry, princess."
Thanya turned to Thorn with a confused expression.
Thanya: "P'Thorn kha, I don't understand what P'Type is saying."
Thorn: "Princess, you're too small for it."
Thanya gave her older siblings a thoroughly confused look, but before anyone could explain (or dig the hole deeper), Tharn finally reentered the room.
Dad (teasing): "Boy, did you forget we exist?"
Tharn just smiled sheepishly in response. Type shot him a fierce glare from across the room.
Dinner was wrapped up by 7:30. Unnoticed by Tharn, but with the quiet consent of his parents, Type slipped away.
At Their Apartment
Type was getting ready.
He'd returned early to prepare the surprise. He wore the costume—well, not much of one. He slipped into a crisp white shirt, the one Tharn liked most on him, leaving the first few buttons undone. On his right wrist, he clipped on one of the pink cuffs from the set he'd bought online.
Now all he had to do was wait... impatiently.
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(A/N-just imagine type like this)
Back at Tharn's Home
Tharn looked around, puzzled. It had been a while since he'd heard Type's voice. The absence hit him harder than expected—like a sudden silence that didn't belong.
He went upstairs to check his bedroom. Empty.
Downstairs, the rest of the room seemed too calm. Tharn didn't realize they were suppressing laughter with admirable restraint.
Worry began to bloom in his chest. He made his way to his mother.
Tharn: "Mom! Did you see Type?"
Mom: "No, baby!"
The room was dangerously close to erupting into laughter, but somehow they all managed to keep their cool. Tharn, however, was too distracted to notice.
His mind spun with panicked scenarios. Did something happen? Was he taken? Kidnapped?!
They had agreed—they'd promised to leave together after dinner. That night was supposed to be special, a memory. And now he was gone?
Tears pricked the corners of Tharn's eyes.
His dad stepped in, noticing the growing panic.
Dad: "Tharn. Type left for your apartment. He seemed to be in a hurry, so I didn't ask much."
Tharn's face twisted with emotion—first shock, then disbelief, and then—rage.
How could he do this? We were supposed to leave together. He left me alone? On my birthday? How can he be so inconsiderate?
