𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE

iii: For Type's Sake

Type skimmed his eyes over the horid, eye-catching spots and bruises. There were red marks all over his chest and back, along with hand marks on his waist and legs. His heart was beating incredibly fast at the sight of his marked up body, he had no memory or record of what happened the night before that he ended up with such marks on his body. But there was only one way for Type to get an answer for the atrocity on his body. Tine. However, not wanting to be late to class, he quickly took a shower and dried off before pulling his boxers on and speed walking to the kitchen, to interrogate his roommate.

"Tine!" Type slammed his hand on the counter that Tine was leaning on, startling the poor guys, causing him to drop some of his coffee.

"Oh my god, what?!" He snapped, setting the mug down on the counter and grabbing the kitchen hand towel from the shelf to wipe the visible coffee spill on his pants.

"Look at me!" Type yelled, stepping out in front of Tine's vision. Tine rolled his eyes and looked up from his pants to see Type in his boxers, which he was going to say something about until he saw the various marks on his body. "Cut the shit! I didn't get these falling down the stairs, did I??" He flared, grabbing his best-friend's shirt collar and harshly pulling him to his level.

"O-Oh my!! W-What are those marks on your body?!?!" Tine exclaimed as he casually broke eye contact with the angry guy in front of him, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"You know what?? Fine. I'll just ask Gun and Techno!" Type stormed back to quickly throw his clothes on before snatching his backpack from his study desk and leaving the dorm where Tine still stood with wet pants, not having the balls to run after the raging Type.

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"Tine said that Type's on his way here, Tharn apparently left a bunch of marks on his body, what are we gonna tell him??" Techno asked, as he nervously glanced over at Gun who was biting his fingernails.

"Let's just tell him exactly what happened...?" Gun suggested with a pinch of hesitation in his tone.

"Good idea, and then what, try to keep him from killing Tharn?? You know how he feels about Tharn, He wants to get away from him, not find out that he didn't the nasty with him." Techno retorted, knowing that all their lives were on the line.

"Okay fine, we'll just tell him th-"

"-Tell me what. It better be why the fuxk I'm bruised up." Type threw his bag on the table that Gun and Techno were seated at, scaring the two.

"H-hey Type! B-Birthday booooooooy..!!" Techno cheered but horribly failed to hide his anxiousness. On the other hand, Type was glaring at his emotionally breakable friend, knowing that he wouldn't last that long. "Okay fine!! You-"

"-You're an omega and you had sex with someone!!" Gun shouted out as he squeezed his eye shut.

"A... what??" Type could feel his anger reach it's peak because his ears were starting to heat up. "FUUUUUXK!!!" Type collapsed not he table and groaned into his beg. "My chances with Puifai have been demolished!!" He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, deeply. "Wait..." Type lifted his head and reestablished eye contact with his friends. "I had what?" he questioned, eyes now wide, hoping that he heard right.

"You... had sex with someone.." Gun repeated, having one hand covering his mouth. Type froze as he tried to process whatever was said.

"Wait.. this is a good thing, I'm not a virgin anymore then!" A smile overtook his lips, and a happy tone replaced his angry one. "I mean it sucks that it wasn't Puifai but I mean, was she at least hot? Cause damn she left hella marks on me.." A chuckle followed, and his eyes shifted from Gun to Techno who were exchanging glances. Gun looked back at Type and sighed, leaning in the break the news to him.