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"Fucking hell!" Type curses as soon as he opens his eyes and sits up, holding his head while mumbling, "why does my head so much?"

"What else would happen when you drink half bottle of alcohol and pass out?" Tharn chips in making type look at him.

He sat on the couch that's sitting in front of the bed as he's facing type. It's already ten now, he woke up almost two hours ago and washed up. He had coffee and read newspaper before finally sitting on the couch, waiting for type to wake up. His last thought before he went to sleep yesterday is to talk to type first thing in the morning but now he feels type needs to get over his hangover and be in right mind. So, he decides he would wait for more and talk to him at right time.

Hearing tharn's words, type narrows his eyes at him.

"And whose fault was that?" He calls out and groans when the pain hits him again.

Seeing type going through the pain, tharn gets up and walks to the bed. He grabs the pain killers and water glass from the bed table which he prepared already and offers them to type.

"Take these pills first, we'll talk later." Tharn states and hands the tablet and glass to type.

Type gives him a glare but still accepts the medicine because his head is killing him, literally. He would scold tharn later but first he need to feel better and the headache should reduce. He roughly pulls the medicine from tharn's hand and throw it in his mouth after opening the seal. He gulps down the water and places the glass on the table with a little force more than necessary.

"Go and wash up, I'll call you when the breakfast is ready." Tharn tells him and leaves the room.

Type gets down the bed and turns his left to go to the bathroom but instead he just finds a wall. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, he looks at his left and the bathroom door comes in front of his eyes. That's when he remembers he's still at his parents and that they didn't go to their house yet. Shrugging it off, he goes to the bathroom and gets washed up. He puts so casual clothes and leaves the room.

Walking down the stairs, he heads to the dining table and finds his parents and tharn talking casually while waiting for him. The table is all set and his parents sat in their seats while tharn stood.

"I'll go and call type." Tharn says to which type's parents nods at him.

"No need, I'm already here." Type intervenes, making others look at him as he walks to the table.

He pulls out a chair and sits not bothering about tharn. His parents watch him confused before looking at tharn. Tharn smiles at them with a nod, like assuring them and there's no issues between them. He don't want type's parents to get worried and ask them if anything is wrong. And if type ends up saying about tar, it would be embarrassing because it's all just a misunderstanding which would have to clear not just to type but to his parents as well.

Tharn sighs with a shake of his head before he too takes his seat next to type. Tharn's mother actually called him to eat breakfast with them this morning but he told her he can't. He didn't want to leave until he cleared the misunderstanding with type. So, he stayed here.

Their breakfast goes smooth in a comfortable silence and when they're done eating, type decides to go home. Tomorrow being week day and the headache he's feeling today, he thinks it would be good if he rests at their home for today so that he would be ready for tomorrow.

"I'm going home." Type mumbles as he and tharn goes to his room, he grabs his mobile while tharn just followed him.

"I'll come with you." Tharn replies immediately.

"Your wish." Type shrugs but within he feels relief and happy.

He was nervous thinking tharn would stay here even after him leaving and would spend time with tar. Though he had some hope that tharn wouldn't do something like that and leave him, he still had doubts and he was anxious about it. But now that tharn said he would go with him, he feels at ease. Grabbing their things, together they make their way downstairs and finds type's parents sitting in the living room.

"Mom, we're going home." Type states earning their attention.

"Oh! You're leaving!" His mother says standing up to which type's nods, "okay. Let's meet again and have some family time."

When she says that, they both nod at her and tharn bids them goodbye before they leave the house. They walk to tharn parents house as that is where their car is parked. As they're leaving, they get into the house to inform his parents about it. When they enter in, they find tharn's father sitting on the couch, watching TV while his mother is in the kitchen.

"Dad," tharn calls out his father who looks at him, "we're going home."

"Are you leaving already?" His mother comes out and asks after hearing tharn's voice.

"Yeah, we would like to go home and rest. Tomorrow we should go to work." Tharn says making her nod.

"Fine, go home safe. We'll meet again." His father tells them with a smile.

With last goodbyes to them, they head out to the car and get inside. Starting the car, tharn pulls away from the driveway. A complete silence surrounds the car as they drive and after sometime they finally reach the house. When tharn stops the car, they get down and walk into the house.

"Let's talk." Tharn says not wanting go delay the issue anymore and also knowing type would be bittersweet with him unless he solve the misunderstanding. Most of all he don't like how type is ignoring him.