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'What did you tell him?' Is the first thing Thanayong hears. It's more of an accusation than a question when he hears the venom in his son's voice.
'Luk-' He starts.
'What did you tell my boyfriend?' Thanayong finches at the bword, the anger on Type's face makes him flinch even further.
'I do not know what you mean.' Type's dad calmly replies, setting aside his chai his wife made for him.
'Bullshit.' Type hisses. 'Tharn just asked me- no begged me to break up and you want to know his reason?'
'Type-'
'My boyfriend, the literal love of my life reasoned out that he doesn't want to ruin my life and that's when I knew- I know you got in his head, what did you say to him?'
'It's true.' Thanayong states.
'What do you mean?' Type frowns.
'He's going to ruin your life. Pale face-'
'Tharn.'
'- that kid is ruining your life.' He argues. 'Son, it's been 7 years, when will you see that? He didn't even fight for your relationship, what man-.'
'Stop this already.' Type yells ctting him off, eyes blazing clearly glassy. 'It's been 7 years Phor, when will you understand this isn't a phase? That I am not nor ever going to find a woman to marry just to please you? That I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with a man, with Tharn.'
'You're making a mistake.' Thanayong begs so sure his son is blinded to whatever trickery that half breed has spouted at him.
'You know what's a mistake?' Type bitterly laughs. 'Thinking, hoping-- even praying that you will finally change, that you would at least respect Tharn, that he can finally get your blessing after so many years of putting up with you' Type inhales shakily. 'Tharn and I have had so many arguments because he's so scared of ruining our family, has spent the past 7 years smiling and saying its okay no matter how much it kills him inside because you can't get past the fact he's a man, he's gay, that he's mixed. He's been putting up with your bullshit trials of 3 days, 3 months, 3 years up until to this day, you fucking chased him with a machete, force-fed him chilies and he has still stayed because he's fought for me, he's been fighting to prove that he is worth your blessing, that you could even call him by his name but you won't change, Phor please, he's not going to ruin my life-
You are.'
'My little man-'
'Don't.' Type voice steels. 'I love you and Mae so much Phor but I love Tharn too, I'm not the same scared little boy I was all those years ago, I am scared but for completely different reasons and Tharn has helped me through all of them, has held me when nightmares get too much me, stayed even when I'm angry and violent to him when all he wants is to love me-
Phor I'm proposing to him.'
'Son, please.'
'I'm proposing to Tharn with or without your blessing because if I have to choose and I am hoping so bad you won't make me choose between you and Tharn.' Type gulps. 'I'm picking Tharn.'
Thanayong looks at Type's eyes, his son that he loves so much. His only child with tears in his son's eyes because of the mess he has made. The pain he caused Type and pale fa- Tharn as well. He thinks how blinded of hate to the point he's been ignoring how much Type has changed. 7 years and Type is right, he's not the same scared little boy.
'Type….' He watches how his son's lip wobble, bracing for the worst. 'I'm sure Tharn will say yes, bring him back for dinner and we'll talk about the wedding details.'
He is all but engulfed by a tight hug by his son. Sniffles escaping Type's mouth and Thanayong realized just how long it's been since his son has initiated physical affection. Thanayong feels his eyes prick with tears, reciprocating the hug.
' Thank you.' He hears Type whisper. He laughs in response, tightening the embrace further.
'Well go on, you have a soon to be fiancé somewhere on the island alone.' The smile that Thanayong receives makes his heart clench by the simple gesture. Type let's go wiping the tears away and all but sprints out of their home looking for Tharn.
'Finally.' His wife huffs walking out of the kitchen settling by her husband's side and Thanayong pouts. 'You knew this day was coming, I'm just glad you finally got over yourself and accepted the reality.'
'I still don't understand what Type sees in that boy.'
'Acceptance.' Ampha simply says. 'Ever since we've met Tharn even now, that boy has accepted and loved Type wholeheartedly, no strings attached, looks at our son like he's the most precious thing in the world.'
Thanayong snorts.
'Reminds me of someone.' His wife smiles knowingly.
'Who?'
'You, darling.' Ampha smiles, kissing his cheek, holding his hand, the familiar warmth is his chest spreads. 'Let's go get ready dinner.'
Following his wife, Thanayong wonders if Type feels the same warmth when he's with that boy.
Later that night, his son and Tharn come back hands intertwined, a ring adorning the paler man's ring finger and judging by their wide smiles despite their eyes being red rimmed, they have not broken up. The first time Thanayong calls Tharn by his name he swears seeing the younger man tearing up, bowing his head as Type beams, tightening his hold on Tharn.
The dinner is the most comfortable one they have and Thanayong thinks if he just set his animosity aside and judged Tharn as a person, they would have these type of dinners earlier on. Better late than never and perhaps Thanayong tries to be kinder receiving grateful expressions from his wife and son, he thinks he's doing something right
And judging by later in the night before heading to sleep hearing soft music playing in Type's room. Peeking through the small crack of the door, he sees his son and his lover slow dancing to a song Thanayong has never heard before, catching a glimpse of pure content on his son's face as the latter songs the lyrics into his ear. He watched a couple more seconds of their soft swaying. He's sure his son feels the same warmth too.