Chapter 40 : My Man!

Type can't say what it feels like right now.

Trying to lift them up and separate them.

Trying to kill someone.

Or to send these adulterers to hell!

He really didn't know what it was like, but for the first time he felt so powerless in his hands that the mention fell to the ground. Although the hands had completely lost their strength, the legs drove the body to rush to them, and the brain seemed too late to think about anything, only to know...they had to share his heartache.

 Snap

 Bang

 "Oooohhhh!!!!"

Thiwat rushed over and grabbed the man standing with his back to the shoulder, then punched him so solidly in the face that the man screamed and immediately turned back to look incredulously.

 "Ai'Type."

Yes, he gave Tharn a punch.

He looked so worried about the drummer that the soft spot in Type's heart ached even more, feeling like San was looking at something he was holding on to, which made Type's face flush with anger.

Is that what it's called just being a mistress?

Is that what not much thought is called?

Is that what Tharn meant by nothing!!!!

Shit...there must be something about them, and a lot more, just by the look in that bastard's eyes!

The man who had put his fist across the front thought, ready to punch the man who had been sneaking around with the intention of coming to hit on him, but not before....

 "Bastard Tharn, get off me!!!! I said get off me, I'm going to kill him!!!" Thiwat cursed exasperatedly, and struggled to break free of his shoulders, trying to escape from Tharn, who had rushed to lock him around the waist, and his eyes watered at the thought of him worrying so much about the schoolboy that he came hard to stop him.

Bang

 "Hey eh!!!!"Then as soon as he got angry, Type saved himself the trouble of punching someone with his fists as he jumped up and kicked the schoolboy in front of him, so much so that he slammed into Tharn's chest, both hands still struggling to break free of their restraints, and his elbows slammed into Tharn's face, but Type didn't care, other than to make the two assholes hurt as much as he did, he didn't care where they came from as powerful people.

How dare you cheat on me!

 "Calm down, you're misunderstanding...."

 "What a misunderstanding!!!! I saw it with my own eyes, do you think I'm stupid!!!!" Type shouted, struggling to get to the other one to kick, but Tharn followed suit, clinging to death and not wanting to let go, which set Type on fire even more, feeling his mind on fire and his consciousness blurring even more, only his body struggling to put the two to death, "What did that schoolboy see?" As he still struggled to hit Tharn behind him with his elbow, San asked as if reacting, arms clasped around his chest.

Please let that dog go to hell! He was making people angry.

 "You two kissed together!" Type growled, expecting to see a look of surprise on the face of the man who had been caught in the act, but instead of that, he sneered and laughed back.

 "Ai'Hiaa are you laughing at!" The questioning made San throw a grin and a funny look no matter how he looked at it.

The smile made Type gasp and short-circuit his brain, nor did it occur to him that now they were standing in front of the apartment building where people were coming to, he just wanted to punch him until he couldn't laugh, but the worst part was no, so he could only dryly get angry, but it was too...he was going to suffocate.

Just the thought of him doing something behind his back annoyed and disgusted him to no end.

 "Little student, you ah....  didn't you say it was just a roommate?"

Swiftly

He rhetorically asked back the question that had once been answered, so much so that Type stalled the punching and kicking, his hands that were struggling to break free of Tharn's restraints lessened in strength, while looking at the man who was laughing as if he thought his appearance was comical.

 "What you said yourself, little brother have nothing to do with Tharn."

Yes, I told him so myself.

Thiwat clenched his teeth, feeling even more oppressed and incredibly hard to breathe, and at this point that muscle in his chest also seemed to tremble in fear of something...something he had done before.

Previously, he went and hooked up with Puifai and told Tharn afterwards that the two of us were not half-assed and that you had no right to be in my business.

Now what he has done is hurting him in turn.

Is this how Tharn felt when he knew I was involved with Puifai? Is that how he feels?

It was one of the few times Type felt his eyes burn, and he wasn't sure Ai'Hiaa was going on with the intense heartache, and he wasn't sure if it was his own feelings or guilt for Tharn, because if he was hurting much now, Tharn was definitely hurting more than that then.

Type was still reluctant to admit to liking Tharn outright, and how it would feel to be so obviously fond of Type's Tharn at the thought of Type the man going to sleep with another girl.

'If you get rid of the sex issue, can you see something more?'

Tharn's words came to his mind, for if San's gender was left behind, if he came to pester 'his people', even a girl he would make an exception and hurt her.

 "So why are you intervening now?" The southern boy stopped making a fuss, as if he wanted to drink his blood and eat his flesh to look at each other, but more than arguing with him about something, more dumbfounded than speechless, because it was his own words he said they were only roommates, and who is qualified to show that he is the master?

San was interrupted, for the man behind him was saying in a firm voice:

 "Enough Phi San, you're making things harder!" Type didn't look behind him, just felt Tharn's hand on his shoulder tighten a little more.

The painful feeling that arose made his heart a little calmer than before.

 "Phi, stop messing around!" He said angrily to the senior, letting the person facing Type just smile.

 "Where am I messing around, I'm just being honest."

This also made Type know that Tharn was now angry.

 "Although Phi is someone I respect, I won't be polite if you make Type misunderstand!" He said in a voice so low and intimidating that even Type could feel the coldness.

 "What's the misunderstanding, Tharn, eh, what he told me himself has nothing to do with you, I'll have the right." Brother San was talking while laughing like he was watching a good show, but the laughter, the eyes, the snickers, and that devilish grin, in Type's opinion.

He is making it clear that he wants Tharn back from him.

 "Phi doesn't have any rights, thanks for the ride, you can go back."

Here we go again, Tharn is guarding me.

Type didn't know if it was a misunderstanding or if they were joking about something, but he was now convinced that the kiss he had just seen was definitely not some kind of cheating, but, what mattered now was that the man in front of him was talking about trying to get Tharn.

And Type this person is not someone who needs to be protected.

Whoever quarrels with him is himself generous and doesn't need anyone coming in droves to help.

So, Type wiggled his arms to break free from the restraints.

 "Get off me, Ai'Tharn!"

 "But you misunderstand me." Tharn made him turn back to look at him, but Type just wriggled his shoulders to break free and repeated:

 "Let – go – of - me!" The southern lad said in a low but earnest voice, looking up at him with a determined look in his eyes, and Tharn hesitated, then let go of him, but just then.

 Snap

 "Hey eh!" Type then rushed over and tightened his grip on the collar of the tall schoolteacher, pulling him over and making him look squarely at him, not thinking of who to tell, said firmly:

 "Him! Yes! Mine! Man!"

Thiwat's eyes stared firmly at the man who was taller than he was, who had so much more muscles than he had that he couldn't match it, word for word, and who was ready to give the bastard a punch if he came to hit on his man again, then pointed back and repeated again....

 "Ai'Tharn is mine, and I'll never give him up to anyone, do you hear me!!!!"

He didn't care who was older or younger now, he didn't think to respect the one in front of him, and, most importantly, he didn't want to fool himself anymore.

 "I told you once that he was just my roommate, but a roommate who goes to bed together with me, sleep together, date together...he is my boyfriend!!!!" Indeed, for the first time, Type did not deceive himself into telling the truth, and still told it to people who did not know to whom to tell his story.

After saying that, he turned back to Tharn who was standing jaw-droopingly still.

 "I don't know what it is or how long that you were together for, but remember that you already have a man!!!" Type sounds tough and straightforward, wanting to beat the drummer and say that no matter how many people you've dated or slept with before, now you belong to Thiwat alone.

"...."

A moment of silence when four eyes met let Tharn know he meant it.

A moment later, the frozen man slowly lifted a smile, then said back:

 "Well, I'm yours."

That answer satisfied even those who listened. At this point.....

  The outsider instead burst out laughing behind his back, causing Type to turn back to a serious book:

 "Ai'Hiaa are you laughing at?"

   "I made a point of getting the car to school for you." He didn't answer Type's question but instead turned to chat with his schoolmate, also ignoring the others and asking intimately, so much so that Type's brow furrowed, but before opening his mouth to curse, he simply said:

 "It's okay for me to be someone's talking gossip here, I don't live in this area anyway." The words made those listening turn to look around, then noticed that there were a lot of students peeking this way, but didn't dare to come closer because it felt like it was gaining momentum, and then the jerk academic said even more with a smile:

 "Want to talk to the whole building, is there a pair of little gays that are fighting over a man?"

 "I don't..." Type almost yelled out that I'm not gay, but then stopped, because of the hard to argue scene, he will definitely know his soft spot, and then used to flirt, he instead suffered, so much so that gritted his teeth.

 "Ai'Tharn I freaking hate your senior!" Type just said so, but led the way up the stairs first, and on the way up, he did not forget to tug on Tharn's arm for him to follow, Tharn also let out a big sigh, he lifted his hand and rubbed his temples, if he don't take care of things today, then it will definitely be even more of a headache than this.

'I'm sure your senior will stop pestering you and me.'

Type muttered confidently.

Tharn himself wasn't sure if he should be happy or more worried.

He was happy that Type is willing to accept the truth, and he is worried about things being amplified.

Should be happy.

The thinking man looked at the man with his other arm around his chest.

The one who was extremely angry at a glance, but it was Tharn who was most relieved that Type was angry.

He's willing to admit the truth, and to come right out and say it.

He sighed again, and at the same time reached out and touched his cheek, which was vaguely painful because of the violent impact just now. Type fists packs a heavy punch, he already knew, so he was not angry with him, but rather angry at the other brother who gave him trouble.

The man who claimed to be intimate opened the refrigerator door in someone else's room and poured water with a calm expression on his face.

Actually, the kissing thing was just a misunderstanding.

The reason for this is that the day before yesterday the family just went to help him pick up the car, but no one had time to drive it, then Tharn had not yet returned home, so he said he was going to leave it for Thorn to use it, but it just so happened that San was going to stop by the neighborhood, so he volunteered to help him drive the Lexus and bring the Audi back.

As for the kiss....it was just a joke.

'Delivery fee'

San joked, and he too just rolled his eyes to laugh, but it seemed someone didn't approve at all.

He had his back at the wrong time.

 "You said he kissed you because of the car delivery." The roommate said in a firm tone, looking so obviously unhappy with the reasoning that Tharn threw his hand over his shoulder and said.

 "Ugh, I swear it's really nothing, I've got you, and I'm not going to hook up with anyone." The tall man said solemnly.

Tharn is such a person, dating one person at a time, not hanging out, not being frivolous, and sleeping with only those he dates, except when he doesn't date anyone.

There were also one-night stands, but not like that when you have a boyfriend.

Type froze for a moment, then laughed far-fetched:

 "Just don't let me catch you cheating."

Whether Type believes it or not, Tharn isn't just a passerby anymore. At this point another person....

 "So you can say it."

 "What's wrong with you again?" The self-proclaimed intimate poured water and sat down on the couch and interrupted amusingly, making Type want to burst his head and immediately turn around to look at him, so much so that the man sandwiched in between shook his head.

Brother San was just joking because that's what he was meant to be... he wouldn't care if it created entertainment for himself, even if it sparked a fire, as long as it was fun.

But Type...he wasn't one for such jokes.

Now San raised his glass to one side as if pointing at Type, and said simply:

 "Just someone who can say they're lovers and still want to avoid the truth."

 "I'm not running away from the truth!"

 "That's the selfish one." Before San could stop, and before Type could really rush to punch him, he continued.

 "So selfish that you don't know how Tharn feels."

Swiftly

Not to mention Type froze, even Tharn himself froze, looking unsurely at San, who only turned around and smiled as he spoke:

 "Thorn said you had a problem before."

 "Me? A problem?" Tharn repeated, making Brother San laugh:

 "Yes, but didn't know what the problem was, you were very depressed at home last time, so thought I'd come and see the man who made your will very depressed, and as soon as I saw him I knew it was the one who was causing the problem." Tharn frowned tightly, remembering that the last time he'd come home should have been when Type had angrily said he wasn't a lover just a roommate.

Tharn was just trying to test Type by going home, but did think so deeply about continuing a relationship with someone so prejudiced as him that Brother Thorn might have noticed.

 "I'm the problem maker?" Type asked unsatisfactorily, and the senior nodded.

 "Knowing at first glance that you were not a self-righteous person, and you were unwilling to take anything serious, so just to prove who I am by being told to your face, would you dare accept the truth outright, yet no, it's not running away from what the truth it is...oh, selfishness, and the fact that once someone comes to hook up with Tharn you just yell at him to deal with it, without thinking to help him."

 "Why do I have to be open about my involvement with boys?" Type argued, and the man who was listening chuckled:

 "Didn't want to make you go public, just wanted to teach you to not leave everything to Tharn, and Tharn is an open person and will say it directly to anyone he gets involved with, but only this time he told Thorn he couldn't say it because the other person wanted to keep it a secret...you're a capricious person and let Tharn unilaterally follow your wishes."

 "Brother, he's not like that." Tharn struggled to explain, so much so that the Phis laughed out loud:

 "It's obvious who's guarding whom, obedient leads to depravity."

 "You're here to pick a fight on purpose, aren't you?" Type said again with exasperation, allowing Tharn to speak calmly as well:

 "That's fine for now, Phi." This answer caused San to shake his head in disapproval.

 "Okay? Even if you don't dare to accept yourself, I know what kind of person you are, you unilaterally adjust yourself to cater for Type, everything goes with him, but I think maybe he will be dissatisfied and you will end up breaking up. How long will a couple that only has one side gives and the other side accepts is a couple that last for and doesn't share the burden with each other last for?"

Tharn fell silent, looking up at the other who was equally silent, for he should have followed the thought.

Type wasn't so clear-headed as to be uncaring, in fact, Tharn was the only one who struggled to understand his mindset.

Type hates gay, so he tries to help him change his prejudices, but instead Type himself doesn't want to open his heart to look at people like them objectively... San is right too, if they keep this up, Tharn will have a day when he can't stand it.

The thinking man locked eyes with his own boyfriend, and Type twisted his head to avoid it.

Type might understand.

 "Did you come to scold me on purpose?" But he was still the same serious guy he was, and San just, shrugged his shoulders, then turned back to look at Tharn and said.

 "Actually, I didn't want to come and meddle in your love affairs either, but after hearing Thorn say that you are serious about this person and have been dating for a semester, it's not more than two or three months at a time, so I was curious to come and meet up and couldn't help but teach him a lesson once I saw his issue, otherwise you'd become the one who's hurt by him and end up alone again..."

 "So to speak, is Tharn your baby?!" The owner of the name sighed at the senior who was looking for something, for knowing something, something that Brother San wasn't going to hide.

 "No, but you are his first love."

 "Say what!" This time Thiwat's pupils dilated and immediately turned around as if he had seen a ghost, then turned back to look at him angrily.

 "Didn't you say you didn't like him?"

 "Then you should listen carefully, Type," Tharn said wearily, making Brother San burst out laughing.

 "Yes, Tharn is Phi's first love, but Phi is not Tharn's first love...unrequited love, where is it hard to understand."

 "...."

 "...."

Type went quiet, and Tharn went quiet, as this mind-numbing thing was overwhelming.

Because San said in his request for a relationship that he had been fond of him for a year, he asked him to go to the music room because he thought of each other. But instead, Tharn just thinks of him as an older brother, so there's no need for Tharn to tell anyone else about the senior.

He never took the boys who slept with him to task for causing them a loss.

 "Maybe it's because it's first love, it didn't work out as hoped, but I still want to take care of him." San chuckled, like he was joking, but Tharn knew what the other guy was saying was true.

That's one reason Brother Thorn doesn't like Brother San showing up at his house on Tharn's birthday.

Because that means that Brother San's heart is aching because he can't let go of him and he feels depressed, but Brother Thorn can't help anyone.

 "And the person who gets taken care of seems more like the person who hurt him...and who is that person?" Brother San pointed at Type and asked, and Type gritted his teeth.

 "You fight back and forth and not see where you came from."

 "Huh, no need to rush, an outsider can only help here." Brother San came to the door and said simply, then turned and looked at the southern lad earnestly:

 "Tharn has been disappointed a lot, don't be a part of his disappointment."

Tharn was only silent, and he felt the worry that the elder had given, whether he saw him as a brother, a first love, or a guilt of having done it with a fourteen year old who was in the midst of confusion, he truly felt that Brother San was someone who truly cared about him.

San was the one who watched him not dating anyone for so long and ended up alone and sad, wondering if it was because of him who had made a sin before.

 "Are you really worried about him?" Type asked, his tone softening a lot upon knowing this reason, and Brother San replied:

 "Some of it, but most of it is because..." the tall man paused for a moment, then smiled sincerely, out of place with his words.

 "...It's fun to tease the little bed-mates, like ants on a hot pan struggling to get around...ha, fun." No need to suspect that it was Type who cursed and rushed over to try to punch him, and Brother San just laughed on his back and walked out until there was only silence left. "Bastard!!!!"

After that, Type sprinted over and stood in front of Tharn.

 "I hate your senior."

 "I know." Tharn returned, looking at the man with the terrible gleam in his eyes.

 "I don't like him pestering you."

 "Well, I know."

 "I don't like seeing him with you."

 "Ugh."

 "I don't like the way he acts like he knows everything about you, I don't like the way it feels when he kisses you, I don't like the fact that you're his first fvcking love, and the point is...I hate the feeling of  being overly jealous

The last words fixed Tharn, looking at the man who had come to hold his shoulders and sighed heavily.

 "Ugh, I admit it, I'm jealous of you, Tharn."

It's hard to believe that such a simple sentence brought a smile to Tharn's face, so much so that he tightened his embrace to keep his body close together, and then the self-centered man murmured.

 "Then I'm sorry."

  "Sorry about what?" Tharn asked with a full smile, watching Type drop his bias a little and he too was relieved.

 "I'm sorry I never acted like a competent boyfriend, I...I'll try to accept the fact that I'm in a relationship with a guy right now."

 "You don't have to force yourself, it's not easy for everyone who has an encounter like yours to change their mind." It was already ten thousand blessings that someone who had almost been raped like him could get out this far, but instead Type shook his head:

"Actually I don't want to admit it, but your senior is right, I'm too capricious...but capricious like that is till I don't want to break up with you."

Tharn couldn't believe what he was hearing, but his willingness to admit that he didn't want to break up with him brought a big smile to the face of this man who had never been with anyone for so long, an unspeakable relief as the burden on his heart was incredibly lightened.

Despite being in a relationship, he was afraid that all would be as fruitless as ever, and the more Type he was the more scared he became, but was happy that Type was the one to say he didn't want to break up.

Because he didn't want to break up with him either, not even to think about it.

"I should go thank Brother San." Tharn said as he held each other tighter.

"It's best not to see him if you want to make peace, xsshole boyfriend!" Type pushed his shoulder, said forcefully, and then bristled.

"Well said, keep his name out of it, he covets your ass, but remember..." the southern lad paused, then raised the corners of his mouth and said more confidently.

Thud

"You are my man!"

He punched the drummer lightly in the chest and then turned to leave the room.

"Where to?"

"Bring up the stuff I threw downstairs, I almost hit your senior over the head with the seafood dip, but my hand went soft, if my stuff is gone, I'm coming to get you to pay for them!"

After saying that, he immediately walked out, but Tharn felt... Type's reddened ears showed how shy he was for being brave enough to say it all.

It's something Tharn knows... Type is incredibly jealous.

And then Type to be jealous of someone like him is also quite ... joyous thing.

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