Chapter 37 : Little Lovers Quarrels

From the restaurant, driving until they returned to their apartment, Tharn found his boyfriend was just sitting quietly, while he was chatting with him about everything only returned a "Hmm", once asked a little more, he leaned his head on the cushion to cut off the topic, but as soon as they reached apartment Type popped up, quickly got out of the car, then smashed the door so much that the whole car shook a little.

The situation told the drummer that he was angry...and still quite angry.

"Ai'Type, what's wrong?"

"...."

Not only was there no answer, but the southern lad hurried up the stairs so impatiently that Tharn, too, had to quicken his pace and follow immediately, preferring to shut up first, for as much as the person next to him who only watched the number of floors crawling towards the one they were on, did not want anything to happen halfway up the stairs until they entered the apartment door.

Bang!

Snap

"Talk to me Ai'Type" Tharn then closed the door to the room, and the half-breed boy immediately grabbed Thiwat's shoulders first, just as he had tried to break free and escape, and Tharn certainly didn't want to grab him again.

"Ai'Type, talk to me first."

"I have nothing to say to you!!!!"

Tharn immediately furrowed his brow at the fact that his tone was so grumpy and short and angry that he had to think back to what he had missed.

In fact, he didn't think he had done anything wrong; instead, someone had fanned the flames and let Ai'Type storm out.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything about not eating sashimi."

Click

This time he turned back to look wide-eyed, causing Tharn to freeze for a moment as the sharp eyes that were twitching under the thick lashes that surrounded him seemed to grab him and tear him to pieces.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" The exasperated look made Tharn feel sorry for him too, because to stand on his own would have revealed that the other person was getting jealous of him.

It just so happens that Brother San's talk about what he likes and what he doesn't like may make Type feel like he doesn't understand this boyfriend of his.

However, the look on his face, his eyes, and even his clenched fists as if he was worried that his hands would be waved in front of his face instead made him confused... Type looked so exasperated that he didn't want to believe that he just didn't know that he didn't eat raw food.

Yet this also led the musician boy to say, in a reassuring tone of voice

"It's not that I don't tell you, it's that I can eat too."

"Ai'Tharn, don't you come and lie me, you don't like sashimi do you?" This time, he spoke forcefully, causing Tharn to quickly frown, and after looking at the earnest face it occurred to him that he should speak directly, and nodded.

"Ugh, I don't like it."

Snap

"Then why didn't you tell me ah bastard! That day, I thought you liked it as much as I did, so I invited you to eat, but now instead you are thinking of me as a kind of fool who doesn't know that you acted to deceive me by saying that you like food very much!!!!" As soon as he heard the answer, Thiwat immediately tugged over his collar, until Tharn himself frowned lightly and began to spit out.

"I'm not acting, and if you want to eat, I'm just going along with it."

"I don't need you to please me, you bastard!!!!" The man who was like burning on the fire had a strong voice, going from a one-handed grip on his collar to a two-handed, violent scene, to a second button ripping off his buttonhole, but instead neither of the two cared, as they stared at each other dumbly. It seemed that Tharn himself looked on with a gradually cooling look.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Tell me about it! Tell me what you like and what you don't like....."

"So would you listening?"

Burp

The mere fact that Tharn asked out coldly left Type immediately speechless and visibly speechless. However, the hands clutching the collar were not only reluctant to let go, but also clutched even tighter than before.

"But you had a chance to tell me that day, why not!"

"Then what am I going to tell you, that I don't eat it, that I don't like it, who is that person who is going to be annoyed...it's you," the drummer refuted to him, making the teeth of the man trying to suppress his guilt gnash. Looking so angry that he wanted to throw a fist and punch someone, and Tharn thought he'd do it, but instead, he said in a strong voice.

"Is it my fault and you blame it on me?"

"I didn't say that." Tharn didn't want to take this opportunity to make a point but he was just as close to being calm as Type was to being calm.

"But you're saying it's my fault, yeah, I didn't listen to you, you mean I don't care what you like or don't like, or that I don't give a shit about anything you do."

Tharn admitted that it hurt him to hear him saying that straight up that even though what was already known in his heart, it was like someone taking the knife of a nightstick to the heart and twisting to let him know that despite how to interact, Type never cared about him as much as he did about him.

Now Thiwat is part of Tharn's life, but in his eyes Tharn is insignificant.

"But I don't like having to hear about you from that bastard."

The moment of hearing it at first touched Tharn inwardly, and he thought alone about how these months had made him struggle to explain being jealous for him, but the fact still hit him in the face, and Type wasn't jealous...instead Type was ashamed.

"So what do you want me to do?" Tharn asked back again with the original question, which also made those who listened strong-tongued.

"You're not allowed to see that punk again."

"Why do I have to do what you say?" the half-blood asked coldly.

"Because I hate his stinky face," Type said wilfully, shaking his head after making the listener stare fixedly.

"I have no reason not to see Brother San, he is my senior and my brother's friend, why should I just stop seeing him because you say you don't like to see him and not go to him, what is he you?" The question made Type settle for a moment, and then his hands tightened together until Tharn began to feel out of breath, so that the large hands were pressed against his palms and then wrestled away from his own collar.

"I...I don't have to tell you what reason I hate him, just know that I hate him!"

"Just as you yourself feel no need to pry into my affairs, do you?" This time, Tharn interrogated back, going back to what was originally in question, which also made Type's face flush with anxiety, as his face was flushed, but it was definitely not shyness.

"Ai'Tharn, I've warned you not to see him again!!!!" The southern lad also raised his voice so that the man with his head down to pick up the buckle looked up, then asked calmly.

"What if I don't do it?"

Yes, why did he have to go along with it, or even cut off his relationship with his respected senior?

The question made Type put on a great evil smile, and then leaned closer and said:

"You do that and we are over!"

"...."

Tharn admitted that at the moment he was standing stiffly, and that the hand that was putting the button on the cupboard was almost about to fall from his hand, but it was only for a moment that anger rushed unchecked, and the cold face that should have shown emotion was only calm, and not even his head turned back to look at the man who had offered to part.

Did he mean to break up with me so easily just because I didn't submit to you? Is that what it's called trying to get to know me better?

The man who had put his things on the couch thought, quietly walking to pick up the towel as if to interrupt the conversation, but before entering the bathroom, Tharn glanced back at the man still standing anxiously at the doorway, and then disappointed...coldly said.

"You forbid me to see Brother San, but you know, Brother San knows better than you that I desperately hate the word breakup."

Tharn just laughed at himself for deserving it and went into the bathroom because he needed to calm his spirits before confronting this angry man again.

If we continue to talk to him now, it will only lead to a final breakup.

The man with his eyes closed thought and raised his hand to cover his chest because...the heart ached so much that it was suffocating.

The clock's hour hand merely pointed to the number ten, but darkness and silence enveloped the room of the two lads, and though it was not the usual bedtime, Thiwat could do nothing more than get up on his side of the bed and turn his back on the man who had slept with the light off.

It's not health for people who go to bed stressed before midnight are sleepy enough, but the more you think about the fight, the more Type can't sleep.

He knew he was mouthy, but he really didn't want to say things like that.

Type clearly remembered how he had felt an hour ago, annoyed, angry, upset simply at the thought of the tall, strong Phi's words, but somehow reluctant to say outright that it was knowing that he and Brother San had once been more than Phi's relationship.

He said the first and only time, so why couldn't he figure out what that meant.

Tharn had said a long time ago that his first time had been given to a senior who had told him to go to the music club room, and now he knew who the bastard was, but didn't know why he didn't say out loud to his face but he knew.

Maybe because of not wanting to act stupid.

What about Tharn's old lovers, motherfvckers, when is Tharn not going to court them.

Always telling himself that he wouldn't be as boring and stupidly jealous as those retarded girls thought, but in fact, he instead stormed out when he learned that Tharn had slept with that guy before just like those girls.

No way, can't tell Tharn what he's thinking, what he's feeling, can't make him toe the line, and it's because of that thinking and always feeling like he's winning, that he's spouting off the wrong words.

If you see him again, we are over!!!

I didn't want to say that at all, I didn't want to break up, I didn't want Tharn to make that face.

Back then even the dumbest people in the world knew what it was like to be in Tharn's shoes when he said it hurt.

OK, Thiwat may have been pained that he was full of the fact that the senior knew him better than he did, but the more striking thing was the well-deserved smile and cold look that clearly conveyed his disappointment. It was heart-wrenching, unspeakable, and made the exasperation disappear almost instantly for that second, then replaced with guilt.

As guilty as the day he went into the room with Puifai.

Call out

The more he thought about it, the more Type had to roll over and sleep on his back, but without any sleep, the southern lad glanced over to the sleeping man and looked at the broad, sturdy back that he had held with both hands countless times, and had left pinch marks on his palms many times, but which had never before felt like a cold rock.

No, the Puifai thing would have been the same for Tharn.

Ai'Tharn, I don't like this!

Just thinking about the past, people who had been exposed to colder ice than the Arctic ice had their hearts stopped, and they took a deep breath when they asked.

"Ai'Tharn, are you asleep?"

"..." he didn't answer, but Type also knew Tharn couldn't sleep either, because if he did he probably wouldn't be that close to the bed.

Thinking this way, the one who put his face down did move his body to lean closer to the side than before until...his shoulders pressed against the broad back.

Now Tharn slept with his back turned and Thiwat on his back, but they were close enough to each other to touch the temperature of his skin, and for that second the southern lad gritted his teeth and said.

"I'm sorry."

The first few times I apologized to him.

"..." but fell back into silence.

"Ai'Tharn, I'm sorry, turn around and talk to me first," Type was still trying, actually debating whether or not to turn around and hug him, but it was too pretentious, so he gently bumped his back with his shoulder.

"Ho," Tharn sighed back this time, so much so that those who listened were disheartened.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't want to break up with you, it was just a slip of the tongue."

"Then how many more times do you have to slip? So that I may be ready to be abandoned by you one day." He returned from his interrogation, his tone so calm that he couldn't quite make out his feelings, but the words that came out left those who listened dumbfounded.

"I'll not say it anymore," said Thiwat in a softened-down tone, now that Brother San's issue had been put aside beforehand, him pleasing the bastard Tharn was hard enough.

"Anymore?" He asked in an unconvinced tone that made the southern lad grit his teeth.

"Say it or don't say it!" So much so that one had to raise the pitch a bit, until a long sigh was heard.

"Go to sleep, I've got morning class tomorrow," Tharn interrupted the conversation, but it was not clear to Type at all, as it indicated that he was still angry with him, or he would have turned around and talked to him a little, so much so that the confident man felt even worse about banging the head of the damned Techno who was leading the way to the restaurant against the wall a few times, plus the bastard San brother.

But, when the drummer interrupted the topic, what else could he do but glance slightly at the broad back, reach out intending to hug him, but...dropped his hand again, and said in a confessional tone.

"I'm really sorry, forgive me."

The last thing that could be said was this, and then he moved to his side, laid on his back to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried to force his eyes to sleep, all he could hear was San's whispering in his ear.

Tharn used to sleep hugging him.

"Eh, I think it's okay to use this song, what do you think Tharn."

"...."

In the pop rehearsal room, all the new members of the band that had just formed came to rehearsal on vacation, but while the song was being discussed, the handsome drummer instead sat silently and then just frowned so tightly that singer Nam had to turn to him and frown in concern.

"Ai'Tharn, what's wrong?"

Tae... The freshman guitarist, who was preparing music like everyone else, asked.

"Yeah, brother, I actually noticed you sitting quietly from the moment you came in, too."

Song.... The senior, whose position was bassist, also asked curiously.

Singer Lhong's question seemed to scratch his head in confusion himself, and everyone shook their heads in droves to indicate that they didn't know what was wrong with this handsome guy in the team, but only for a moment he revealed a bad smile again, and Long put his hand to his lips to prompt the two to be quiet, then tiptoed to stand next to Tharn.... Even standing like this he still didn't notice.

Then, Lhong lowered his head to his ear.

"Brother Tharn..."

Oh, shit!

"Damn, Ai'Lhong, Ai'Hiaa is going on!

Undoubtedly startled, Tharn quickly turned to look at the man who was screaming in horror, causing singer Lhong to burst out laughing, then patted his shoulder heavily.

"What's the matter ah you, they've been asking you for a century and are just sitting there dumbfounded." The question caused the drummer to turn and look around the room, then saw his friend and schoolboy staring at him in unison, causing him to raise his hand with a wave.

"Thinking of a little something, say start rehearsing, the room is only booked for an hour." Tharn changed the subject because he didn't want to worry the others, but it seemed the matter couldn't escape the deadly stare of his good base mate before he moved to stand next to him and asked softly.

"What's wrong with you? ... stuck for love?" The man who was listening froze for a moment, looked up at the friend who knew everything about his love life, and then decided to shake his head.

I'm sorry this time, I can't tell you.

"Nothing."

"Eh, no means there is no, if there is don't forget to tell me man ah, don't forget that I am your friend." Lhong said without a second thought, tapping his shoulder again and then slowly walking to his fixed position, it seemed that Tharn was also relieved once again that the damned guilt of not talking to his friend didn't compare to what happened last night.

Now he admits that what bothered him was just hearing the phrase... Forgive me... and he went soft-hearted and wanted to forgive him right away, but didn't because he was telling himself that if he didn't harden his heart, Type would do it again.

This time he knows he's wrong, so what about next time?

Why do you have to fall in love with a bad, bad person like that?

In the end, Tharn just sighed and came back and proceeded to devote himself to rehearsals, since Phi Kong had already asked several times about going to his pub to practice, so he had to focus on winning in this matter over thinking about someone, someone who didn't know now whether he knew or not how disappointed he was with his words.

It was almost nine o'clock when Tharn returned to his room again, and the other seemed to be back for a while, as Type, now in his gym shorts and tank top, was sitting on the couch with his phone, it was so much awkward so that he had to avoid putting his things on the desk and then planning to walk past him to shower.

From the afterglow, he seemed to want to say something, but again he didn't.

Until he stepped out of the bathroom in a state of a pair of pajamas draped over a block of towels.

"Have you eaten yet?" Tharn also turned his head to look at the question and then saw the man who was still playing with his phone down.

"Eat up with some friends in the band." The drummer said so, and the other party immediately inquired.

"Your band?" The repetition of the inquiry made the mixed-race lad sigh long.

"I told you, I formed a new band for my vacation and am rehearsing." With that said, Tharn walked off to open the refrigerator and get water to pour into a cup, but as he lifted the cup, the sight collided with the plastic bag placed on the cupboard.

"What is it?"

"My breakfast!" He blurted back, and Tharn just shrugged his shoulders, not expecting it to be for him, but curiosity drove him to open the bag to look at it, and find...pasta.

The pale yellow Italian and white vinaigrette came in separate packs, with fresh vegetables and salad dressing in one corner of the box, and it looked so delicious that it shouldn't be left until tomorrow morning, because by then the vegetables would have wilted so much that one had to ask the person seated.

"Then this is going to go stale by tomorrow morning...."

"Ugh, I know!!!! It's for you! You said you like spaghetti," and then the stiff-mouthed man finally spoke up, so much so that Tharn had to turn to look him in the face and see the man who was annoyed, if he would have been happy to take it to sit and eat there, he would have found it comforting, but now was the time when he had stuffed his belly full of dinner and was angry at Ai'Type. So it was a whole bag that was still stuffed into the fridge, then it was a matter of grabbing a water glass and walking over to open the laptop.

The attitude made the man in front of the TV slur, move his body a little, then get up and walk towards the closet.

At a glance, Tharn thought he might be angry enough to go out and spend the night with his friends, but no, he pulled out a school uniform and walked over to stand by his desk chair.

"Yours." Type placed the dress on the desk, then turned back across the TV again, causing Tharn to cringe and grab it.

That school uniform from yesterday.... the button sewn on.

Now the drummer was kind of starting to be sure...Type was pleasing him.

But he'd seen it all before, and the other mind, then rejected the idea that someone like Type couldn't possibly bow his head first, so much so that he put his clothes back in their place, then sat down for a while to do his homework and turned off the computer, then turned around to lie down in bed and wait afterwards.

Wondered what he would do next.

"Ai'Tharn, are you going to bed, it's not ten o'clock yet," the person who listened didn't try to answer, when the roommate from the other side of the bed felt he was just quietly sleep.

"Ai'Tharn, how angry you are, I told you I'm in the wrong," came out in a depressing tone, but the person who remembered the injury just fell asleep quietly.

The mind wanted to wrap him up in a hug, but another mind told itself he couldn't do that.

As soon as he was quiet, he was quiet too, and then he got up from the bed, so that Tharn too just smiled.

I'll just say it.

The one with the right eye thinks and strives to force his eyes to sleep, though mentally reminding himself repeatedly that he alone gives him the greatest importance.

Snap

 "I'm sorry."

But the man who had risen from the bed returned again, but he did more than simply come to the bed, for Type's two arms were around Tharn's waist and his face was bent over the back of his neck, while he spoke in a confessional voice.

"I'm sorry, I won't say that again," he said breathlessly, clasping his hands tighter around his waist and nuzzling the back of his neck with his head.

"I'm trash-mouth, I'm bad-mouth, I was throwing my anger at you, I know I was wrong, but I didn't really want to break up with you ah? Tharn, I apologized, turn around and talk to me ah." But Type was still the same Type who spoke capriciously, making the man being held open his eyes and look at the walls of the room, feeling the warmth of the ringed palm, so much so that he put his hand in his hand again.

"Why say that if you don't want to break up?"

"It's just that I'm fast-talking," argued the southern lad tentatively, causing Tharn to ask back.

"Then if my mouth is about to tell you that I want to break up...alas, never mind, you won't be as heartbroken as I am after saying that."

Snap

"Why do you say that, asshole?!"

But, just saying that, the man who had held his back well rose violently, then grabbed Tharn's back and made him roll over onto his back to sleep, hands squeezing his shoulders, extremely sharp eyes flashing with anger for an instant, and asking again and again.

"Why say it like I don't feel anything for you?"

"Isn't it?" Tharn lifted the corners of his mouth, more so for his opponent to grip his shoulders even tighter.

After that, the Southern boys burst out.

"If I felt nothing for you, I wouldn't be here to please you, fool, and what do you think I'm buying you dinner for, and running to the wash to get people to help me sew, ha, what do you think I'm doing this for, and am I here to beg your sorry because I feel nothing for you? Lousy boyfriend!!!" After saying that, the man who had yelled to his face gasped and looked on with a disappointed look.

After that...he leaned his face on his shoulder.

"If I don't have feelings for you, why should I think more about what that bastard said?" The look caused Tharn to also raise his hand to stroke the head of the man who was confessing out for him to hear, though his words made him screw up his brow.

Whose words, what was said.

"I didn't really want to break up with you, or would I be here to please you!" Type yelled again. But instead of lifting his head to look at him, he just rested his head against his shoulder and rubbed it around, causing Tharn to have to pull him so that his whole body fell down and folded him to sleep.

"You don't like me being cold to you?"

"Don't like it."

"Then next time take care of my heart," now Tharn admitted as he went soft on his lover.

That he was willing to hold him like this implied that he was willing all that much to make him think again, to make him take some of his heart.

"Remember, I don't want to hear the word breakup from you again."

Hmmm.

Thiwat could only nod over his shoulder, giving Tharn a long sigh of relief.

"I forgive you," though to teach him to remember, really implemented, Tharn the man lost to Thiwat in the beginning.

After saying that, he gently stroked his back, his shoulders, and gave a shallow smile.

Cute

Again, how can one find someone like Type cute?

"But you also have things you have to apologize to me for."

Before he could finish his thought, Tharn raised his eyebrows, for loveliness did not seem at all loveliness any more, as he straightened up to look, eyes cruel, and spoke in a tone so simple and gruff that he had to ask rhetorically.

"What do I have to apologize to you for?"

"It's about your so called Brother San."

"I told you he was a senior I respected, and I couldn't stand it I didn't go to see him." The man on this side justifiably explained, but instead let Type's eyes flicker even more than before.

"No! Rather, it's the fact that you once slept with him!!!!"

"Ah!!!"

It was Tharn who was one of the few who was speechless, watching the gaze flicker on the man who was staring at him until he lost his mouth and asked.

"How do you know?"

"It's true, isn't it?!!! You really slept with him, asshole!!!"

Before he could fully reconcile for five minutes, Type was looking for something to draw the fight again, but this time it was Tharn who froze, as he had no words of relief, and could only reply.

"Well, he was my first man."

The answer had Type staring him in the face like he had just made a major mistake coming back.

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