TharnType The Series - My Flower Boy

Part 43: Old Lover

Tharn POV

I asked Type to leave that room, it must not be possible to stay there. I dragged him, I need to reach the car soon.

I opened the door for him. "Come in", I asked him.

Type entered the car, then I put the seat belt. Then, I run to the driver seat.

"Our stuff is still inside"

"We will get it by tomorrow", I replied him.

I drove the car directly, leaving that dorm for a few minutes. But, actually I didn't have any destination.

Going back to condo must be impossible. Tar and possibly Tum stayed exactly beside of my room. Then, going to Techno was impossible as it must be really weird for both of us staying in his home. Coming at that night.

How about P'Thorn? Staying in his condo must be an ideal solution.

But, contacting him at that night must scare him so much. I have made a problem for him in hospital a few days ago. Then, along the day, he must be taking care as the effect of what happened last night. He still insist to catch the culprit. He wanted to take care of me.

I would contact him, but not for that night.

"Khun P.....", that voice startled me.

Type made me to the real life.

"Where are we going to?", he asked me.

"Hmm........ We........", I couldn't find the answer.

"We don't have a place to sleep this night"

"Sure we have", I replied him quickly.

Type laughed.

"Should we go back to your condo?"

"Nope", I replied him faster than before.

"Why?"

"I don't want to"

"But, why?", Type insisted to know further.

"I said that I don't want to, don't ask me further"

"Should we sleep on the road?"

"Hya.......", I shouted at him.

Type giggled to look at my curled face. He made a fun of me, I couldn't hold it.

I smiled.

"Anyway...... Who did that to your room?", Type asked back.

I shook my head.

"We locked that room before leaving"

I nodded. "Don't think too much", I tried to calm him down. "Possibly just someone who made a joke"

"But, dead rat is not a joke"

He shot the point.

"You are right", I smiled clumsily. "Are you scared?"

Type shook his head.

"But, you called me like a baby"

"Hey......", he hit my shoulder. "I am not"

"It was definitely a cry baby"

Type showed me his middle finger.

I laughed.

In a moment, I turned the car left.

"What happen?", he asked me.

"I need to make a call"