Chapter Text
Punz was in a bar, invited by a friend he can’t even see anywhere anymore. Some of his friends were also there, one of them being Foolish.
Foolish, who Punz accidentally bumped into and nearly tripped because of. And Foolish who was quick to act and wrapped an arm around Punz to prevent him from falling. The two of them facing each other, the music suddenly becoming muffled and suppressed to Punz as his focus was on his friend whose face was inches away from his.
And at that moment, Punz wanted to close the gap and lean in. In that very same moment, Punz just wanted to hold Foolish close to him, and let his worries melt away.
But he knew he couldn’t, he knew Foolish loved somebody else.
So Punz turned his head away and gently pushed Foolish off him, his hand retracting away from the hands that he wanted to hold so much, like how soft water holds the sky on a warm cloudy day.
“I’ll uhh, go…” Punz says, faking a smile before leaving. He walked over to the corner of the room and simply watched everyone with a drink in hand. Bright colorful flashing lights around the place, a dark purple undertone covering the place, people dancing, people getting drunk, people making out. But specifically Foolish, a dark leather jacket which covered his toned body, a plain white shirt underneath it, and his long hair rolled back to his head as he stood seemingly clueless in the center.
Then Punz notices how Foolish’s expression quickly changes. From that of a lost dog to a proud and domineering lion.
Punz also notices how fast he was in wrapping an arm around the waist of the girl he’s been eyeing ever since they got there. He noticed how her hand was slowly rubbing his thighs, and how Foolish quickly pulls them into a kiss.
Punz wasn’t thinking of the girl however, all he was thinking of was how much he wanted Foolish to hold him like that, thinking about how much he wanted Foolish to kiss him like that. Kiss him like how the night sky kisses the moon.
Punz averts his gaze, chugging down the rest of his alcoholic beverage before walking away.
———
When Punz wakes up the first thing he notices is how the blanket was different. It was a shade of cyan blue.
Did I change blankets?
The second thing he noticed is how the room’s different. The color of the walls, the roof, the layout, and a couch.
I don’t have a couch?
Punz shoots up, looking around, definitely not his room. He noticed he was shirtless, and also pantsless.
He sees no one in the room, so he gets up and walks over to the door to look for anyone.
He bumps into someone upon walking out and he looks at the man which he assumes he got laid with it in bed and owns the house he slept in.
“Morning.”
The voice sounded familiar, it sounded nice and warming. It sounds like the voice of someone he could listen to ramble on for hours.
Wait
“Foolish?!”
“Punz!” Punz turns red, they were both shirtless and pantless.
Did I…?
The smile on Foolish’s face never leaves despite how obvious the night was by his messy hair and eyes.
“Did we-“
Punz abruptly stops the sentence from escaping his mouth when a different figure comes into sight. The girl from yesterday, the very same girl whose hands were all over Foolish.
“I’m leaving.” The girl said. Foolish nods and she walks past them both.
“Did you?” Foolish raises a brow, waiting for Punz to finish what he was about to say.
“Nevermind…”
———
“Something wrong?”
Punz snaps back to reality.
“I uhh,”
“Hm?”
Punz swallows his throat. “Did…did something happen yesterday night…?”
“You got really drunk and I had to take you home with me if that’s what you were wondering.” Foolish answers.
“Afterwards…?”
“Look, Punz, we didn’t fuck if that’s what you were wondering.” Foolish says with a chuckle but Punz notices how sharp those words sounded, and how much disgust was in that joking tone.
“But-“
“Punz just shut up.” Foolish says with clear hostility.
And silence.
A sudden tension covered the room and Punz felt like he was gonna suffocate in it. And not just that, but the tone Foolish used hurted Punz, the tone of disgust made Punz’s throbbing heart ache.
He needed to know. He needed to know if Foolish directed that disgust at him.
It isn’t right? We’ve known each other for so long, he won't just hate me right…?
So Punz swallowed a build up in his throat. Now didn’t feel like the right time, but if it wasn’t now then when? He’s finally mustered up enough courage, courage that was born from heartache.
“Foolish I- I want to hold you. I want to kiss you.” Punz didn’t know he’d been crying, but he knew he’d be getting more of it when Foolish stood up.
“Punz, I don’t feel the same. I’m straight.”
“Don’t look at me like that…please…hold me, let me hold you like how soft water holds the sky, please.” Punz’s tears fall.
A reply saying no would’ve been better than what Foolish did. Foolish slammed his hand on the desk before turning around and walking away.
Hold me…