𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE

vi: Misconceptions

"Lhong.. stop stressing out so much. He'll be fine." Off sighed as he couldn't tear his eyes away from the look of hesitation and sheer regret on Lhong's face.

"You don't get it Off. It's not the same as last night." Lhong shifted to the edge of his seat and leaned in closer to his friend, speaking in a hushed voice. "Type was drunk AND in heat, that's why he couldn't have remembered anything the next morning." He paused; Off looked at him with a blank stare. "I'm saying, Type is going to remember everything."

"Okay but I don't get it... Why's everyone so scared of Type??" The clueless one shrugged, making Lhong roll his eyes hard.

"It's like you don't even go to school here." Lhong muttered under his breath but loud enough for the other to hear. "Off, Type is a fuxkin crazy bitxh. Not to mention he's a mad homophobe. I mean his friends are gay but if a guy tries to get with him, he would throw hands. And that's based on a true story."

"Oooh Tea.." Off made a derp face as he scooted closer to hear what Lhong was gonna say.

"Okay so you know how that mofoka Yacht likes to prank anyone he can?" Off nodded. "Well at the freshman party he thought it would be funny to pretend to hit on Type, and for an extra lil touch, he grabbed Type's ass. One thing led to another and Yacht was on the ground with a bloody face as Type was just punchin and kickin the shit outta him." Off's face morphed into fear and shock as Lhong explained the length of Type's dangerous behaviour.

"Tharn's dead ain't he?" Off stated as he gulped hard. Lhong gave him a painful look as he nodded. Suddenly, Off's eyes flew towards the gathering area entrance too see Type's friends Gun and Techno pacing around as if they were looking for someone. "Shit! Lhong, look!" Off pointed, immediately dragging Lhong's attention to the two. "They're probably looking for Type right now!" With a frustrated sigh, Lhong got up and approached them, bringing them to a stop as they looked up at the random visitors.

"Can we help you?" Gun asked as he side glanced Lhong and Off, looking them up and down.

"Y-You're Type's friends right?" Off inquired as he nervously rubbed his neck, as if guilty of something. The two nodded, briefly looking at each other. "We're Tharn's friends, you're looking for Type aren't you?"

"Why, do you know?" Techno raised his eyebrows at them.

"Yeah, he's with Tharn, I think you can fill in the blan-"

"-wait what..?" Techno's face went pale as his eyes gradually widened.

"What the fuxk?! What's the room number?!" Gun grabbed Lhong's arm and shook it in anger as his ears flushed red from anger. "Why can't Tharn just leave our Type alone?! He's not into him! And he never will be! Sleeping with him isn't going to change that!" Gun pushed Lhong back and Techno immediately held him back before he would get in trouble.

"Gun chill, they're no point getting into a fight with them." Techno calmed Gun while the omega tried to pry himself out of the beta's arms. "But I second what he said. Why don't you guys put a leash on your friend so he'll stop bothering ours."

"Hey lil man, calm down. We couldn't do anything about it, if anything we were trying to convince Tharn against the idea. But Type went into heat in the elevator, so Tharn brought him back to him room." Off crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at Gun who glared up at him.

"Whatever, just take us to Type!" Techno reminded as he crossed his arms over his chest. With hesitation, Lhong and Off led them to Tharn and Lhong's shared room. As they approached the door they could hear loud yelling and the neighbors stood out of their rooms with curios and angry faces.