"Techno."

"Hey Techno."

Type kept trying to call Techno who was sitting right next to him but the deaf friend wouldn't even bat an eye in his direction. So he gave up.

"Ah. Techno listen."

"Oh... Oh... Ow!"

Instead Type slapped him behind his head and became happy when his mission was a success.

"Techno why does everyone keep silently staring at me."

"Well aren't you confident. Bastard. Are you not even going to apologize. I think I'll need surgery after that slap!" Techno cried out as he continued to rub behind his head.

"Ah. It'll heal overtime. Not like anything good is in there." Type joked with his bestfriend as he shrugged.

"Why am I even friends with you!" Techno hissed.

"Yeah. Yeah. Same to you bro. Now look."

Type didn't care for the pain oozing out if his bestfriend right now. He was more concerned with the strange glances he kept receiving.

He hooked his arm around techno and brought his head down low so that he can also watch the strange looks he was receiving.

As if both of them was spying.

Some of the students gasped and started whispering with each other.

What the fuck is going on!

Type who was now impatient waited for the lecturer to leave so that he can confront one of the students who was staring at him the most.

After a few more minutes the lecturer finally left.

Type immediately got up but Techno quickly grabbed his wrist."

"Please deal with whatever it is calmly."

"When have I not!"

Type stormed off and Techno couldn't help but feel stressed.

Why is he so difficult.

"Hay!"

The girl stuck to her seat looked up and her eyes sparked.

Questioningly she asked as she pointed to herself, "Me?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"M..... M.... Manow."

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

Techno was beyond surprised, Type was dealing with this a little maturely.

"Well......... You're one of the hottest couple in the college's private couple board."

The hottest who... On the school's what?

That actually exist!

"Look." The flustered girl with a happy grin smiled as she showed Type the "school's couple board" with her phone.

Type angrily grabbed her phone and scrolled for himself.

.........And the little maturity Techno thought Type had disappeared instantly.

Sigh. I'm sorry for whoever marries this guy. I'll go down on both knees and pray for them!!!

Type was scrolling through the board and couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

It was videos of the kiss!!!

Tharn and him walking together!!!

And absolutely anything that had both of them in one frame!!

The comments were more outrageous.

"These guys are roommates. Imagine being this passionate and can live with your lover. Ahh.. I'm jealous."

"The one who initiated the kiss is a music major while the other is a sports major..... Both so hot"

"This couple is definitely the hottest."

How do they even know this? This is only the second day I have attended class.

Type threw the phone back and hurried out of the class. He had to endure all of his classes before he can go to his dorm and kill that fucking roommate.

Tharn, you fucking jerk. I'll kill you for sure.

After enduring the stares he received whole day he hurried back to the dorm.

"Tharn!"

Tharn was sitting nervously on his bed as he watched Type stand right infront of him.

"Tharn you jerk! Everyone thinks we are dating!"

"Uhh... Yeah... About that, sorry."

There was no way Tharn didn't hear about the gossip.

"That's all!!!"

"....... That's all."

"People think we are dating and probably fucking right now, bastard!"

"It's just a rumour. It'll quiet down once people get to know us."

"But-"

"Come on."

He pulled Type to sit with him and was surprised at how much he was able to calm down this hot-tempered guy.

He hugged him.

"Tharn let go. What the fuck goes on in that head of yours. "

Hmm.... Pretty calm. I'm sure I can tease him a little more..... Damn... Why have I become so addicted to teasing him.... I should stop soon.

"See..... Is hugging me so bad." Tharn tightened his grip around him and Type stopped his fruitless defense, "We've always been like this, remember."

"That was during the day and with Techno around."

"Same thing. I'm hugging you and that's it. " Tharn said as he snuggled into Type's shoulder like a puppy.

"It's different." Type mumbled as his ears turn red, "This feels like something you will do with a b-b-boyfriend."

Tharn's head sprang up.

Fucking hell. Why is he acting so cute! He was ready to kill me seconds ago!

"Type. Are you that worried of people thinking that we're boyfriends. We both know its not true." Tharn asked gently as his chin rest on Type's shoulder and hands still around his waist."

"Mm."

"Type I've been thinking this lately. You're unbelievably cute."

Just as how Type's mouth had no filter, Tharn's mouth had no stopper. He doesn't know when to hesitate to say something.

"The fuck. Which part of me is cute."

"It's a secret."Tharn teases as he laughed.

"Don't try those flirts with me it won't work bastard."

"I wasn't. Or do you want me too."

"I'm going to shower."

Type got up and rushed to the shower.

"The back of his neck is so red." Tharn chuckled.

Type, are you sure you rather girls. I don't want to say. But the way you always react to my hugs make me conflicted. Sigh. Tharn don't even think about it.

Type finished his shower and went straight to his bed.

"Don't want your pillow?"

"Give me. "

"Come for it."

"Ah... I fucking hate you."

Type got up to get his pillow but once he reached Tharn's bed, Tharn pulled him down.

Type's back was now braced with Tharn's chest as his arms wrap around him.

"The fu-"

"Here. You can use my arm as your pillow."

When Type realized he couldn't free himself and was too tired from everything today, he gave up.

"Sigh. Tharn, why are you doing this."

"Goodnight."

"I'm not your boyfriend."

"And what's so different."

"Huh."

"A boyfriend isn't so bad."

Type rolled his eyes. And lightly slapped his arm.

"A girlfriend. "

"Huh. "

"A girlfriend isn't so bad either. You can't choose which one is good or bad. Depends on the person doesn't it."

Tharn shut up at once. He did make a valid point.

I can't choose for others. They have to choose for theirselves.

"Sigh. This is what makes me so comfortable with you. You bring me back to reality and don't hate me on it. "

"When did I ever? "

"Sleep. You don't need to know if you don't remember."

"How am I suppose to sleep like this!"

Snore.

Fucking asshole.

Type stared at the fingers attached to arm he was resting on. After a while he grasped one within his hand and lightly played with it.

Tharn don't be like this.

Don't call me cute.

Don't get so physical with me.

Don't..... don't conflict me.

....... When have I ever told you I will only choose girls.

I just didn't find a guy I would prefer.

Sigh. I really haven't changed since highschool. And it's all your fault bastard.

It's your fault people think we are dating.

It's your fault if the rumors continue.

And it's your fault if I start to believe again.

That night Type slept comfortably in Tharn's embrace. As he forbiddenly dreamt of a pair of warm lips contiuously pressing behind his neck.

Or was it a dream.