When the Devil falls in love (Tharn&Type)

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(A little surprise for all the readers who asked me when the new chapter was coming. Thank you for reading this story. 😊)

Tharn didn't look at Type just said:

- "Type, it might be better if we weren't together today. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. I'll just hurt you. That's why it's best to see you tomorrow."

Type got out of the car in a trance, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know what to do or say that Tharn would change his mind.

As soon as Type ran out of the tent, Champ ran after him. The skirt was slowing him down, but he was trying to get Type ... Champ heard him desperately calling out a name. He didn't know who Type was looking for in the crowd and whose name he called, but definitely- Tharn was a male name. He continued to follow Type. He reached the parking lot and the scene he saw was both beautiful and sad. Type ran into a man's arms. Champ was not approaching but  waiting for what would happen next. The man picked up Type and carried him to the car. Then they got in. Type was crying, explaining something to the man. Now he...What the hell?!?!? Type got out of the car visibly shaken. The man squeezed the gas and ran out. Champ was confused. What just happened? And then he saw Type collapse. Champ ran, lifted Type and dragged him to the first bench.

- "Type !!! Are you okay? Type ... can you hear me ?! People are looking at you, try to calm down."

Type felt that someone had dragged him to the bench, heard someone's voice ... but he didn't care ... Tharn left, Tharn was angry. Tharn left him….

When Type got out of the car, Tharn ran off campus. He drove aimlessly. The anger he felt was completely inexplicable. He knew Type didn't do anything wrong. But simply his state of mind was completely fucked up at the moment. So he kept driving. The image of Type in the arms of another man was constantly in front of his eyes.

Champ hid Type with his body. There is no need for other people on campus to watch him cry.

- "Type, say something, anything. But try to calm down."

Type realized that senior was the one telling him something. Suddenly he realized that Champ was guilty for  everything. He jumped off the bench and yelled!!

- "You !!! You're guilty for  everything !!! Who told you to touch me !! Who gave you that right !!"

Champ was confused for a second but then let Type yell. Who knows, he might be better after yelling.

Type yelled for a few more minutes and then just collapsed on the bench again.

- "Type, will you tell me what this is about? If I did something I apologize. If I need to explain to someone why I raised you in my arms just say it and I'll do it."

Type shook his head. He knew it wasn't fair to Champ. He knew Champ had done nothing wrong. So when he calmed down, he said:

- "Sorry Champ for yelling at you. You didn't do anything wrong. Let's just say the timing was bad. I'm not going back to the tent again. I'm going home."

Champ knew he couldn't let him go alone, but if he went with him he wasn't sure if it would make matters worse.

- "Type, let's wash and change first and then I'll escort you to the cab. Once again I apologize if I did something wrong."

Type looked at him ...

- "Soooo you saw when ..."

Champ nodded and said in a serious tone: