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"We need to talk." Tharn's words halt type's step.

He stops but doesn't turn around to look at tharn. However that doesn't stop tharn, he moves forward to face type and grabs his hand gently as he pulls him to sit on the couch. Type does that but still don't look at tharn.

"About tar.." Tharn starts but after hearing tar's name type immediately gets up from the couch.

He goes to leave as he don't want to talk nor listen if it's about tar.

"Type, please. Just listen to me." Tharn says who still hold type's hand.

He pulls type back and makes him sit on his lap. Type groans but stays nonetheless. Tharn's hands around type's waist and his head rests on type's shoulder.

"You left after the dinner and knowing you can't tolerate alcohol, you drank half bottle of it. It's all because of me, I know that and I'm sorry." He apologises, it's not his fault but apart of him feels somewhere he's to be blamed.

"But you misunderstood everything, type. It's not what you think it is. Tar doesn't like me. After you left, I confronted him and he told me he just sees me as a brother. He knows we're married and he doesn't have those kind of feelings towards me." Tharn explains, desperate to clear the misunderstanding.

"Yeah, like a brother. Which brothers would keep themselves to eachother? He behaved as if you're his long lost lover." Type mumbles but he's relieved.

Tharn's words were like water on the burning fire. The sadness, the anger, the desperation, everything he felt until now vanished immediately when tharn said that tar doesn't like him. Learning that tar has no feelings towards his husband, makes him completely relaxed, like the heavy weight has been lifted off of his heart. But when he remembers how tar behaved with tharn, he can't help but show the displeasement.

"He said because it's been so long, he stick close to me. He told me because when we were younger, I was always by his side and took care of him well, he feels that I'm like an elder brother to him. And that he have no feelings towards me." Tharn replies after a chuckle hearing type's words, he's happy that his husband now knows the truth and there isn't any misunderstanding now.

"Of course, you did that. You totally forgot that I also exist and paid full attention and gave all your affection to him." Type states with a small smirk.

"Type... that's not the point here." Tharn pouts at his words, he wants to avoid that as much as possible, "you understand what I'm saying, right? I don't want any misunderstanding between us anymore. You believe him and what he said, right?"

Type sighs, he's finally at ease now.

"I don't believe him," he replies to tharn making him widen his eyes. He turns his head and looks at tharn before saying with a smile, "but I believe you."

Tharn smiles widely at that and places a gentle kiss on type's neck. Finally, the misunderstanding is solved. He don't have to worry about anything now.

"Now that we talked about it, let me go. I want to sleep for a while." Type mumbles as he tries to get away from tharn.

"Sleep here, I'll hold you." Tharn says tightening the grip.

With a shake of his head, type agrees as he sits back on the couch and rests his body on tharn. Tharn holds him securely in his embrace and presses a soft kiss on type's head as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep peacefully as tharn's warmth engulfs him.

***

"Are you really fine? Maybe we should go to doctor and you need to go through some check up." Tharn mumbles as he helps type to get back to the room.

"I'm fine, I think the food at the dinner and alcohol after that is effecting me. I'll take some medicine and it would be fine." Type replies while sitting on the bed with his head leaning on the headboard, he let's out a sigh.

"Hmm, if you say so. But if you continues to be the same, we'll go and seek doctor. We can't just assume when it doesn't heal." Tharn says and hands him a glass of water.

Type nods before taking the glass and gulping down the water. He then gives the glass back to tharn and comfortably lies on the bed to sleep. As he closes his eyes, tharn covers him with a blanket and pats his hair before getting up from the bed and leaving the room. He walks to the kitchen and places the glass in the sink before looking at the clock. It's nearing to dinner and as type didn't eat anything from morning apart from breakfast, he decides to start preparing the dinner.

It's been a day since they returned from their parents house after the dinner party and somehow type has been sick since then. He's feeling fatigue, weak, nauseous and not eating much saying his throat is hurting. Tharn already suggested that they visit the hospital but type declined saying he'll get better. But seeing how he's not getting healed, tharn worries alot about type and he thinks tomorrow he'll take type to hospital even if he doesn't agree. Type is stubborn but tharn feels his health is more important than anything.

With that in mind, he prepares warm soup for type and takes it to him. Type is still sleeping when he entered the room, he sets the tray on the bed table and slowly wakes type up.

"Type, wake up and have some soup." Hearing tharn's words, type groans before he slowly opens his eyes.

"I don't want to." He mumbles, trying to pull the cover over his head.

"No, you have to eat. Come on, get up." Tharn stops him before he could bury himself again.

"Tharn, you know you're so mean. You don't even let me sleep." He whines as tharn helps him to sit up.

"If I have to be mean to make you eat, then be it." Tharn responds before taking the bowl and start feeding type.

After few spoonfuls of soul, type says he can't have it anymore so tharn sighs before nodding at him. He helps type to sleep again and leaves the room. Sitting in the living room, he makes an appointment with the doctor for tomorrow morning. Type doesn't seem fine and waiting for more time isn't good. He wants his husband to get back to his normal self, that to very soon.