4T Story [ENG]

Dream

Someone lifted Type's body from an uncomfortable position.

Leaning against the broad chest of someone who was carrying him, Type smiled even with tears streaming down.

This dream is very beautiful.

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Type's eyes opened only to find he was lying on the bed and Tharn.  Maybe he walked involuntarily because of the extreme drowsiness.

Oh, he should have eaten something because his head now feels so dizzy.

"Type, let's eat," the voice made Type's heart stop.

Impossible.

Type's body wanted to get up quickly, ran to the sound but he resisted the urge hard.

This ... this ...

He walked slowly to the kitchen in his apartment ah not Tharn's apartment with bated breath.

The broad back that he missed was turning his back on him.

Type's feet walked automatically closer, stopping at their small dining table, Type was hesitant, he wanted to get closer to Tharn but he did not want to destroy this dream.

Yes, this must be a dream.

The man in front of him was just an imaginary dream.

Type didn't dare even his voice, he was afraid that everything would immediately turn to dust.

The man turned around with a very beautiful smile, but the eye bags disturbed the perfection of the face, why did Tharn's face look tired?

Isn't it that dreams can't be like this?

Type couldn't move when Tharn gave his share of breakfast and sat across from Type.

"Good morning ..." The words sounded very real.

Type confused what to do.

"Tharn?"  He whispered.

"Hm .." the man looked back at Type who just shook his head.

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"Type?"  Type's eyes didn't stare at him, Tharn knew that.

Those eyes always stared at him with sharp but beautiful eyes.

But something was wrong.

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"You don't like the food? I'll make something else," said Tharn, getting up and about to bring Type's plate but Type held onto his plate tightly.

He picked up the spoon that was lying down and began to spoon the rice into his mouth.

1 bite

2 mouthfuls

3 mouthfuls

"Uhukk... Uhkk," the cough made Tharn quickly get up to give Water to Type who refused to even scoop the fourth time.

"Stop type! TYPE!"  Tharn's loud voice stopped Type's movements.

"Type hey,"

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll ... I'll go," Type's hoarse voice sounded painful even to his own ears.

Type unsteadily got up to the bag he had prepared.

"Type!"  Type's grip on the arm made him stop before he could pick up his suitcase.

"What are you doing!"  Tharn cupped Type's face.

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Tharn didn't see the suitcase in their living room, which he knew Type wasn't all right.

They both are not doing well.