Hate | Love

I Hate Gay People

Based from the original novel, TharnType by MAME

(This retelling is done for the sheer fun of writing and for sharing with the international fans, this wonderful story that will make you fall in love all over again. I am writing this for absolutely no monetary or commercial intent and will gladly take it down at the request of the author or the publisher, or whenever an official English translation will be made available.)

SOON TO BE A THAI BL SERIES

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I Hate Gay People

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The throbbing beat of a drum solo continued to echo inside Tharn's head.

Nodding his head to the music, the tall young man stretched his prone body on the bed, his eyes closed as he absorbed the sounds that flowed from the headset that was fixed on his head, covering both ears. It was the middle of the day, and while he knew he had to leave his room in a few moments because of his classes, he could not seem to peel himself off his single bed just as the music peaked and his fingers unconsciously drummed on his exposed abs.

It was a humid morning. And while the song continued its journey towards his soul, Tharn gently opened his eyes and looked around the small dormitory room that he shared with the Sports Science major who was currently in the bathroom. He was dying for a shower but he knew he didn't have much time; instead, he glanced around the room and looked for telltale signs of disarray. He was a clean freak, and in the past 4 days that he had been sharing the room with the darker skinned freshman, he haven't seen any sign that he would be having a problem in that department. In fact, he noticed that Type immediately got into the shower everytime he got back from football practice, a testament that he was as hygienic as Tharn hoped a roommate could be.

The song died down to the last few bars and as the echo of the last note reverberated inside his ears, Tharn took off the headphones just as his roommate stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung on his shoulder, one hand gently rubbing the end of the already wet cloth into his wet hair, another hand typing rapidly on a mobile phone that was a few inches from Type's muttering face.

It was clear that he was vaguely upset at something. Probably texting his father for the nth time to convince him to get the younger man a condo unit off campus rather than stay at the common dormitories; it was mentioned at one of their easy conversations during the past few days.

There was an easy communication between the two young men. Although they have just met not even a week before, but still it was clear that they would somehow get along.

If only Type was not homophobic.

...and Tharn was not gay.

Not that the younger man knew about the Music Major's preference, but then again, how could one hide what he was to someone who obviously hated someone like him.

The phone in Type's hand rang.

"Sawasdee Khrub, Dad?" the sports science young man tentatively said on the phone, the hand that was drying his hair stopped in midair as he focused his attention to the voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes Dad, I understand that I would get this year to convince you that I get proper connections from the regular dormitory and then I get to choose a condo my sophomore year," Type said matter of fact as he let go of the towel and combed his fingers through his wet tresses.