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"Tharn, where are you going?" When type left, tharn was going to follow him but tar holds his hand and stops him.

"Leave my hand, tar. I have to go." Tharn says pulling his hand away from tar's grip.

"Tharn.." Tar gets shocked at how furiously tharn pulls his hand from him.

"Tar, you may not know this but I'm already married. Type and I got married. It doesn't look good if you keep sticking yourself to me, I don't want him to misunderstand anything between us." Tharn tells him.

He wants to keep things clear. He don't want anymore misunderstanding between type and him. It happened once which costed many years of their lives, he don't want to repeat it anymore. Even if he seems rude by saying that to tar, he don't mind it if it means he won't have any troubles with type.

"Tharn, I think there's already some misunderstanding going on." Tar sighs while rubbing his forehead, "I already know you both are married. I think you or type have this idea of me liking you but I don't. I don't like you in the you think, tharn. I see you as my brother and love you as one. When we were here years ago, you have been with me all the time and took care of me like an elder brother. All these years, I missed you alot. And after seeing you many years later, I'm just happy."

Tar reveals shocking tharn but at the same time tharn feels relief. He's relieved that tar has on other intention on him except seeing him as an elder brother. Now type don't need to worry or get angry about anything. Though type didn't say it out loud, tharn knows that within type is worrying seeing tar. And adding to that tar stayed by tharn's side all these time. It was suspicious, to the point that even tharn himself felt tar has feelings towards him. But now knowing there's nothing like any of that sort, he wants to let type know about it so that he would be relaxed.

"I'm sorry, tar. I didn't mean to say like that, I just don't want type to misunderstand." Tharn apologises for his choice of words.

"It's okay, tharn. I understand. Go back to your husband, he might be lonely. Goodnight." Tar bids him goodnight and waves at him before going back to the table.

Tharn just stares at him for few seconds before turning around and running to the house opposite theirs. When he reaches, he opens the door and enters inside, luckily the door is unlocked.

"Type? Type, where are you?" He calls out for type as he searches him around.

When he doesn't see type in the living room, he decides to search him upstairs and when he's about to get on the stairs, he finds a figure lying on the floor in the kitchen. He races to type and sits next to him. He feels worried seeing type laying unconscious and checks out whether he got hurt.

"Type, can you listen to me?" He queries but doesn't get a response from type.

Type can't answer him, in fact he doesn't even realise tharn is here because he lost consciousness after drinking. When tharn don't get any response, he looks around in search for what could have happened which lead to type being in this state. He finds a half empty alcohol bottle sitting on the floor and he lets out a sigh of relief knowing it's nothing serious like he thought.

Standing up, he lifts type in his hands and makes his way towards type's old bedroom. He kicks the door open with his feet and shuts it back before walking to the bed. He places type on the bed and removes his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers. He goes to the bathroom and brings a bowl of warm water and a towel. Placing the bowl on the night table, he sits beside type. He dips the towel in the water and squeezes it before wiping type's body. After thoroughly cleaning him, he puts the bowl back and brings a pair of shorts and tee.

He dresses type in fresh set of clothes and covers him with blanket. After making sure type is comfortable, he goes to get up to wash up but stops when a hand tightly grabs his arm. He looks down and finds type's hand clutching his arm.

"Tharn, don't leave me." Type mumbles in his sleep and tharn sighs before pulling his legs up and lying next to him.

He places his hand underneath type's head and pulls him to him. Even in deep sleep, type snuggles closer to tharn and wraps his hands around him before sleeping contently by laying his head on tharn's chest.

"Why did you drink so much, type? You already know what I feel towards tar, you didn't have to go through this. Always remember, type, I love you. You're my everything." Tharn whispers to sleeping type while pulling him closer and placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

Type isn't good at drinking, he himself knows that. That's why most of the times he avoids drinking and be in control. He only drinks when the situation is out of hand or when he wants to forget things. And now he drank until he went unconscious to the point that he collapsed. Tharn knows it's because of today's events and he's the main reason behind.

His heart is heavy, for type being like this he thinks it's his fault and feels guilty. He loves type, he always did and will always do. Type was his past, his present and his going to be future. He don't want anyone that isn't type, he can't imagine someone else as his other half except for type. He wants type and him to be together, forever happily with their small family. And he'll do anything to make it real.

Tomorrow morning when type wakes him, the first thing he's going to do is tell type about tar and how tar sees him as a brother. He will clear the misunderstanding and make type feel at ease because he feels good when type is at ease. With that thought, he finally closes his eyes and drifts off of to sleep.

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