[นิยายแปล ภาษาอังกฤษ] TharnType Story (เกลียดนักมาเป็นที่รักกันซะดีๆ by MAME)

ลำดับตอนที่ #3 : Ch02: The war has begun

"You have to move out. I'm not staying in the same room with you!!!"

Type kept yelling at Tharn, who's putting the headset into his ears and his two arms crossing behind his head. Tharn ignored Type by shutting his both eyes and turned himself face to the wall. And that even make Type angrier.

"Get up and talk to me!"

"..."

Type stood and yelled at Tharn louder, but Tharn still ignored him. Not even a glance from Tharn. So finally, Type couldn't be any angrier. One good quality about Type is that he's a very smart guy. He can plan anything from a small matter to a big event. And he's quite a polite and modest, but the only issue that he can be quite rude is when I had to do with homosexuality.

(Grab)

Type grabbed one of the headsets and pulled out of Tharn's ear. And it works because Tharn turned around and looked at Type angrily.

"Move out!!!"

Tharn only simply crossed his leg and shook one of his legs before giving Type a smile and said...

"No."

That even drove Type madder.

(Pull)

"Type!!!"

Type threw the headset to Tharn's face and Tharn madly called Type's name. Tharn looked at Type and it looked like they were so ready to punch each other's face.

"I... DON'T... WANT... TO LIVE... WITH... A GAY!!! Clear enough?"

Type yelled at Tharn's face loudly word by word and Tharn still looked at Type madly.

"You cannot make me move. I didn't do anything to you."

"Not now... What about the future? I don't trust faggots. I know your people so well. Your people can fuck in any hole."

(Grab)

"What are you doing?"

Tharn grabbed Type's arm and suddenly Type was laying on top of Tharn in the bed.

"Fuck you, Tharn. Let go of my arm." 

Type pushed and fought hard trying to get away from Tharn, but couldn't do anything much because Tharn locked Type up on top of him... But not only that... Tharn flipped Type to lay on the bed and he was on Top of Type. Tharn locked both of Type's hand up above his head and sit on top of Type's legs. Tharn's cold eyes were looking right into Type's eyes. While Type started to panic, sweated, and had no idea what Tharn was going to do to him.

"Get out of me, Tharn!!!"

Type yelled out. But it didn't help. Tharn bent down to him and smile at the angry man underneath him. Type wanted to kill Tharn from doing that to him. Tharn whispered to Type's ear.

"Hate me this much? Should I make you my wife?"

"!!!"

That's the last thread for Type. He was fighting for his life and trying to get out of that creepy position. Because based on what he knew, he was going to be kissed by a big handsome gay guy.

NO!!! NO!!! HELPPPPPPPPP~~~ I'LL KILL YOU THARN!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!! YOU FAGGOT ASSHOLE!!!

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(THUD)!!!

"Ooooouch!!!"

Type was yelling out loud and punching two hands into the air. But something was on his way and now he felt that he was sweating a lot. He was trying to yell, but somehow the pain on his back was so much more than the anger he had.

"Ouch... My back!!!"

Yes, it was the pain on his back. Type tried to remember and opened his eyes to see everything, but there was a shadow of the guy who was about to kiss him a few seconds ago.

"Tharn!!!"

Type started to yell out his name again. But then Type's brain didn't function well. So he had no idea what was going on. Only see that fucking handsome face standing right on top of him afar.

"How old are you now? Still falling out of the bed. What a stupid!"

"Did you just call me 'stupid'? You..."

Wait a minute... Falling out of the bed?!?! Me!?!?

Right... He tried to remember what's going on.

How come I'm laying down on the floor like this?

Type remembered that he couldn't sleep last night because he was so scared that Tharn will rape him. But how come he got wrapped so tight with those blankets and laid down on the ground like this, he couldn't recall.

When he looked at his gay roommate, which was ready to go to school, Tharn turned to smile at him and said...

"I'll see you tonight... Roommate."

(Door shut!!!)

"Who's your roommate? I told you that I'm moving out!!!"

No reply from the outside of the room. Only the swear words from this side of the room. Type kicked out his blanket away from him and sit right up on the floor. He just realized that...

"I was dreaming!!!"

Yes, it must happen after he fell as sleep. Actually, he planned to continue to knock on the other doors in the morning but instead dreaming about a handsome gay guy hugging him, locking him up, and finally kissing him. 

Thanks, god. It's just a dream, but well... What's the matter with you?

"Fuck... This is so disgusting."

Type threw his old pillow back to the bed and kicked on his blanket for several times.

"You disloyal blanket. You made me think he was hugging me. Did you see? He laughed at me like I'm some kind of a joke."

Then he folded the blanket and made his bed. It's one of his good habits.

It must be a way to chase him out of this room.

"The war has begun, Tharn. Watch me. You won't be able to stay here in this room."

But first, he had to talk about this with Techno and hope that dream won't come true. 

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing"

"But you look like shit. Tharn."

Tara still sat quietly after coming into the musical history classroom. Even his best friend could see it. Tharn stared at the blackboard, but what he saw was Type's face.

"Something to figure out."

The drum player replied to his best friend but he wasn't in the mood to give Longh a full detail, which seemed like Longh didn't want to give up on this. So he kept on guessing.

"Met your ex?"

"Nope"

"Two dates at the same time?"

"No"

"Your ex-es were fighting over you?"

"No!" 

Tharn started to get a little annoyed, so Longh laughed but still kept on talking.

"I bet it was that big dude who wants to date you... The one who asked if he can fuck you?"

"Are you having fun? Bothering me in this early morning."

Tharn looked at his friend and Longh raised up two hands to give up. But for only a few seconds, then he started to move closer to Tharn and smiled.

"Well... It's been a while I didn't see you this moody. Talk to me, buddy. I might be able to help you."

Tharn knew that his friend was worried about him, but he has known Longh for three years now. They had been through so many things in the past. Although everyone blamed him for being such a selfish player, a fucker, and a dumper. This best friend always supports him and said to him that he'll be right next to him.

Even thought Tharn is kind of a quiet guy, but whenever he had troubles, Longh was the one he always talks to, just not in that day.

It's the first time in Tharn's life to have somebody curse him that much.

"Nothing. Don't worry."

Tara confirmed to his best buddy, so Longh shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine. Just talk to me when you are ready, then."

Then the professor walked right into the class and stopped the conversation. Tharn pretended to concentrate on the lecture for the whole time but he was thinking of his roommate and the way he was being so mean to him. If Type knew Tharn so well, he should have talked nicely to him, and he would move out easily for Type. Too bad, Tharn hates the narrow-hearted people plus the way Type acted to him last night, Tharn was completely mad at Type. Tharn was angry enough to promise to himself that he wouldn't change his mind at all and he wanted to see Type being crazy about this.

Tharn always told himself that there is nothing wrong with being gay as long as he didn't make any trouble to anyone. He's the middle child, so he doesn't have to be married or having a child for his parents. He knows so well how to handle people. If they are not comfortable, Tharn is always ready to stay far away from them. But if they are ok with him being gay, then he always is thankful to them back. But for a guy like Type, he was the most confusing case Tharn had ever had.

Type is the 100% match of his preferences. And he was so nice to Tharn a few days ago. Nice enough to make Tharn gave up on him and accepted him as a friend. So he wouldn't lose Type as a friend. But what he did to him in that early morning. He changed his mind completely.

Fine! Hate me this much? I'll keep being your pain in the ass like this!

Yes. At that moment, both Tharn and Type were promising to themselves to do the opposite things to each other. 

"Look at you. He is not moving out, is he?"

When Techno saw Type, he knew right away that Type failed to tell Tharn to move. But it's fun to tease Type.

"Nope. He won't move out."

"Told you."

"What do you mean?"

Type was completely mad to hear that his best friend said that.

"He didn't do anything wrong. He just didn't like girls. He's not a psychopath or rapist. He's just being him. And you are you. Also, he's been so nice to you according to what you told me yesterday. The room is so nice and clean. What's the reason you are making him move out? Seriously, Type."

Techno was right. But he didn't want to know that.

"But he is gay!"

"But he didn't fuck you, did he?"

"Shut the fuck up or I'll beat you down on the ground right now."

Techno shook his head and decided not to say anything anymore. Type was too scary that day to risk. Normally, he wasn't being like that, but on that day, he's so different. Techno felt kind of regrets to tell Type about Tharn, though.

"What are you gonna do next?"

Techno changed the topic and that paused Type a little. Type took a deep breath before taking a notebook an a pen out.

"Questions. What is the terrible roommate in your opinion?"

Techno scratches his head and looked at his best friend's face. Type was acting like an eight-year-old kid.

"Don't tell me that you are making up a list to chase Tharn away?"

"Yes."

That answer made Techno scratching his chin a little.

"Fine. I'm your best friend after all. Most importantly is lacking consideration. He can borrow my shoes, but not my underwears. I'm not ok."

"Asshole. I won't touch his underwear. Never."

"Just an idea, come on. Seriously. It can be something like my laptop, which I've hidden so many secret files inside my computer."

"But for me being disgusting is worse."

"I think it's ok."

"Do you still remember about your socks inside the high school backpack?"

Type remembered that he asked him one day for the training schedule and Techno let Type to open his backpack to get it, but when he opened that bag he smelled the awful dirty socks inside his bag. It was the most disgusting story still haunting him until today. So from that day, Type promised to himself that he wouldn't touch any Techno's stuff anymore. And then they went back to discuss the list.

After spending the whole day together, Type finally got his 8-year-old kid's plan. And right before the cheering practice, Type came back to the room and tried to make everything as smooth as possible. He also wanted to make sure that Tharn would be extremely mad about this.

Although Type felt weird about his personal stuff inside his closet, if this was a way to make him move, then he had to do it. Then he waited to see the reaction of Tharn after coming back to the room.

On that day, Tharn came back to the room a little faster and as soon as he opened the door... He swore out loud angrily.

"What the fuck is going on?!?!"

His room with Type is always super clean and everything is always kept in order and neat. But for what he was seeing at that moment, every textbook was on the floor, the blanket was outside at the balcony, the shoes were everywhere inside the room, the pile of sheets and documents were spread around, the music notes as well and some of them were flowing in the air because of the electric fan on the ceiling was opened. Not including his personal belongings were everywhere.

Tharn tightened his both fists and tried to take a deep breath. The first thing he did was taking a paper on his bed saying "Get out... Faggot!" Tharn squeezed that paper into a ball shape and his eyes looked like fire. Clearly, Type was the one who did this. He stormed to the shelf to make sure that Type didn't trick him with the valuable stuff, then he sat down on the bed and looked at the paper ball inside his hand angrily.

"I thought I wouldn't mess up with you, but since you started this."

Tharn said that to himself and unwrap the paper ball to read that assaulting message again. It might work with others, but not Tharn.

"You wanna play with me? Fine... I'll play with you."

Tharn started to collect the documents together first. He planned to sort those later. He looked at the documents and promised to himself that Type needed to pay for what he had done.

"(Laughter) You are so savage. Those seniors will make you pay back big time later."

After the cheering practice, Type walked back with friends and laughed happily. Not because he just had an argument with the senior from his school, but he was thinking about what Tharn was doing in the room. He might be looking for his flipflop that he put into the garbage inside the main bathroom of the building.

Let's see how much you can stand me. If you fix the room, then I'll do it again tomorrow.

Type laughed and chatted with friends until they separated into a different direction. But then when he arrived at his room...

!!!

As soon as he opened the door, Type's jaw dropped when he saw his bed. The room was separated into two part. On Tharn's side, everything was so nice and clean, but on his side, everything was on the floor. The books were spread all over his bed. His bathroom stuff was all over the floor. Everything inside the closet was out, even his underwears were hanging on the shelf too. Then when he was moving his foot... He saw...

DUREX PLAY!!!

"This is..."

"Oh... Here you are. I couldn't remember where I put it."

Before Type complete that sentence, Tharn interrupted. He was laying down on his bed reading the book. 

"That's the lubricant, isn't it?"

"Of course, what do you think it is? Bathroom cleaner?"

"Tharn!!!"

Type yelled out. He's not only being mad at Tharn because of the messy room, but also because of his teasing face. And when Type was about to kick that bottle of the lubricant to Tharn, Tharn said...

"That's ok. You can keep it. A fuck-around gay guy like me has many bottles for the backup. It's a gift from your roommate, then."

"Shut up. I don't want it."

"It's a gift. You can do whatever you want with it. And... right..."

Tharn paused and took something out of his pants pocket.

"Also this... gifts from me."

It's a box of condoms. Tharn threw it on the dining table right in front of Type and smiled teasingly at Type. And that made Type kicked the bottle of lubricant to the bed.

"This is not funny. Take your stuff back. I don't want these disgusting stuff of yours. You Faggot!"

Tharn was extremely mad but he tried to hold it back down, but it came out from his way of speaking.

"I'm not joking too. You are so rude. Don't your parents teaching you not to touch other people's stuff?"

"Oh... That's why you touched mine stuff too?"

Type replied back. He couldn't say anything much since he did that to Tharn first. So Tharn gave a cold smile to Type.

"I want to teach you that you are not the only one who can do that to others. Because I can do that to you too."

Type tightened his fists and wanted to punch on Tharn's face so bad. But he was kind of worried that the dream he had last night may come true. He grabbed on the condom box and about to throw back at Tharn, but suddenly he saw something written on that box.

I'm not moving out. You narrow-minded.

I wanna kill you right now.

So whatever he did to Tharn, Tharn did back to him too. Type squeezed that condom box and threw it to Tharn.

"What the fuck?"

That box hit on Tharn's handsome face, but Type just smiled to him without feeling guilty from something he had just done. 

I hate you... Tharn. I hate you more than I hate every gay in this world.

"I'll make you move out."

Type repeated that again, but Tharn didn't seem to worry about it. They both stood there staring at each other. And Type was the first one who grabbed the towel and his bathroom stuff then went to the bathroom.

(Door Slammed)

Tharn felt like he wanted to win Type too. And he wouldn't let Type chase him away.

"I thought I wouldn't do anything to you, but you gave me no choice. Hate me this much, right? Fine."

Tharn said and looked on Type's side of the room.

From now on, this room becomes the war zone, then.

You want me out, but I will stay!!!