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So it's not like Tinn had a problem. Problem? Absolutely not! He solved them all before he began to recognize them as something poisonous and worth considering. He himself wasn't an obstacle to anyone (provided that someone was not an obstacle to him first). You could say that easy-going was his second name... Unless it involved his boyfriend's stupid bandmates.
That's right, his boyfriend. Because as long as Tinn was a calm guy who could solve his problems in a logical way, this one factor could turn everything inside out for his simple, uncomplicated being.
So his boyfriend - because he is the one who needs to be mentioned. The most beautiful, kindest, most charming man to ever walk this earth and his squad of complete idiots that the president had to somehow tolerate for his sake. It can be standed. This is still not a problem. As long as he had this sweet, lovable piece of heaven in the form of a person in his grasp, he could endure all the bullshit that insignificant idiots tried his patience with every day.
Por groaning in his ear trying to get from him Tiw's phone number - his colleague from student council? It's bearable. He'll never tell him that, but he has a suspicion that Tiw would also be happy if he did so but still, Tinn had no interest in doing it.
Phat willing to force him to propose a project to the principal implementing a new dumpling bar on the university premises? No way, but he can try as much as he wants. Tinn hates noodles anyway.
The fight between Win and the one guy whose name Tinn still couldn't remember was to increase the number of free days in the lesson plan? No, it's not even within his purview as president, but how would idiots like them know about it?
Sound trying to convince him to increase student council subsidies for the music club? Out of the question. Unless Gun asks very nicely, maybe he will consider this issue in the future. Overall, he did a pretty good job of putting up with the whole circus (mostly ignoring it). He was so good at it that he should have received a medal a long time ago!
The real trouble began when Gun's ex joined the group of people whose presence Tinn had to endure. If there was only one, maybe wouldn't be a tragedy. Tinn wasn't such a jealous person after all. He could stand one ex or several. It's not like HIS boyfriend had to kiss with all those guys, right? Of course he never did this with anyone but Tinn. He simply didn't, and Tinn wouldn't accept any other answer. In any case, one or a few ex-boyfriends would be acceptable, but not half a thousand! Gun didn't even remember some of them, because they were from times when he was in damn kindergarten! Since when do preschoolers date each other?! It's abnormal! As did every one of those crazy freaks who were apparently part of some secret Gun lovers club and thought they had a chance with him despite the very dramatic breakup they had years ago. One by one they came to him and, for some absurd reason, demanded Gun to come back to them. As if it would change anything in their sad miserable lives.
Gun was Tinn's boyfriend and he had no intention of giving him to anyone, even if they had to rip him from his dead hands! …but it's not like he's dramatic or anything. Tinn had no intention of getting angry. They were just a bunch of stupid degenerates who didn't know their place - something he had to deal with all his life. It was true that it was a larger group than the ones he usually had to face, but still nothing new. Someone like him could figure it out.
You know what was much more annoying? The fact that Gun didn't mind any of this at all! They bombarded him with calls and he didn't even block them back! When they texted, he read their messages! And what were those strange smiles he made when he did so supposed to mean?! Does Tinn really need to wrap his boyfriend in bubble wrap and lock him in the basement so no one will ever touch him? Should he put blinders on him so that no one looks at him, or that he doesn't look at anyone but Tinn? As a static person, he didn't want to resort to radical measures right away, but damn, if he looks at Gun's phone again and sees a message from some Jom, Benz, Oat or Title no.3, he won't vouch for his next steps!
"Tinn? Are you okay?" The beautiful boy reached one of his tiny fingers up to his face and rubbed the crease of tension that was forming between the president's eyebrows. This small gesture of worry almost soothed his anger. Almost.
"You're tense. Has something happened? Problems with the student council?" Asked Gun, pretending to be completely unaware of the vibrating device in his pocket. Oh, Tinn would love for his problems to be limited to university issues, but how could he even think about them when his boyfriend was doing something so blatantly reprehensible right in front of him?
Tinn sighed.
"Did that asshole texted again?"
"Who?" Gun pretended that he had no idea what was going on, but seeing his sharp look, he realized that in this case, hiding the truth would only hurt himself. "Oh, you mean P'Golf?" He asked innocently, and Tinn's blood rushed through his veins so much that he had to stop himself from ripping the offending device from his boyfriend's pocket and slamming it against the wall. Very hard. He didn't do it only because it would be unreasonable, and while he still had some sense, he preferred to stick to it.
"I don't care which one it is. Why do you keep getting messages from them when I specifically told you to block?"
"I don't even have their numbers. I really don't know how they find me anyway... And why now, when I started dating you." Oh, Tinn knew very well. I mean, he wasn't completely sure and had no idea how it was happening, but he could imagine it. Besides, what was there to imagine? The bastards were like spies. Invisible, dangerous, and communicating with each other about every little fact they did. Well, if Gun wasn't dating half the capital, they wouldn't even have anything to talk about right now.
"You're jealous." Gun stated in a speechless tone, as if it was some great discovery. Of course he was jealous! Anyone with eyes found Tinn's boyfriend attractive, and the president only had one pair of eyes and two hands to make sure no one got any closer to Gun than necessary. On top of that, Gun apparently had to be a social butterfly and stupidly clingy to everything that breathes, as if keeping others from approaching him was a task too easy for a college president. Maybe he should seriously consider wrapping him in foil.
Of course, Gun being himself (completely wonderful and painfully unaware of the heaviness of the atmosphere when it appeared), had to conquer everything with one simple statement.
"I like it when you're jealous." He murmured, hugging his shoulder tightly to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. "It makes me feel like you care about me."
What a silly sweet boy. Of course Tinn cared about him. If he didn't do this, the dentist wouldn't scold him for damaging his enamel by clenching his teeth too much.
"But I don't like you being so angry. It makes me worry about you." Gun pouted, his nose still pressed into the collar of his shirt, and then, despite the irritation vibrating beneath his skin, the president's heart fluttered with a sense of boundless love.
Tinn leaned over and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead. And then the eyebrow arch. And a top of the nose. And the right cheek. And the second one. And all the moles scattered on them. And finally, Tinn kissed sweet lips that tasted like cherries at the beginning of summer. The boy's eyelashes fluttered like angel's wings, tickling his cheeks delightfully. His hands submissively folded and pressed to his chest, and above all the knowledge that in order to make the act of kissing him easier, Gun had to stand on his tiptoes - all this made him more and more convinced that he could never let this beautiful creature break away from his arms. Gun was his and hell would damn him if he didn't take care enough to keep him away from all those pathetic bastards trying to take his sunbeam from him!
"Just block these damn phone calls." Murmured Tinn, much softer than anything he had said before, one hand stroking hair and the other wrapping possessively around his boyfriend's tiny waist. Judging by the grip of his hands tightening around his neck, Gun must have been very pleased with this gesture. If they had a little more time, they probably could have stayed like that for hours - here in the middle of the school patio, hugging and kissing as if the world didn't exist. Unfortunately, Tinn's damned mind must have been an ambitious bastard, and it wouldn't let him linger in his bliss for long, constantly sending him warning signals reminding of his duties as president. Ugh.
Very reluctantly, Tinn pulled away from the boy, enough to be able to look at him without the overwhelming desire to latch onto his lips again. He lovingly smoothed his hair and assumed a more serious expression.
"Block their numbers." He demanded again, and after looking at his boyfriend with a watchful eye for a moment, he added one more sentence. "And button up your shirt. It's distracting." What he meant was this unnecessarily tempting piece of white skin, which he wouldn't mind at all if exposed in a private space, but not at the university, where everyone could see it and as soon as they did (because they couldn't not do it), Tinn felt like - and he had every right, in his opinion - to gouge out this person's eyes.
"Who am I distracting?" Gun was confused, but he obediently buttoned one of the three open buttons anyway. One too few, but ultimately it was something the president was willing to accept.
"People!" Well, everyone! And so damn hard! Oh, if only Gun knew how he affected them all. The number of his ex-boyfriends could be considered evidence for this point, but Tinn no longer wanted to think or bring it up in front of him. He had already devoted enough time and thought to this. He also had other, much more serious problems on his mind. One of them was letting go of his boyfriend. Even if the separation was to last no longer than a few hours and with constant possibility of contact via social media apps, you must understand that for people madly in love, there is nothing worse than the inability to be close to your loved one. It was never easy, even for someone as disciplined and ambitious as Tinn.
Gun could only stare at him with longing, watery eyes as he walked away after being showered with enough farewell kisses.
What the band leader didn't know was that, apart from his heart, something almost equally important had been taken from him.
***
"Don't you think that's a little too offensive?" Asked Tiw, uncertainly looking at the message his friend was writing on his boyfriend's stolen phone. The very fact that the phone was used for such purposes, without the knowledge of the original owner, constituted an act that Tiw considered questionably moral. If he were in Gun's shoes, he would probably seriously would think about breaking up after something like that. Or at least he would give his loved one a cold time, expecting an apology and a promise that such a situation wouldn't happen again. Unfortunately, neither Gun nor Tinn were the type of people to whom any of these behaviors could be matched. Tinn would never even bother to apologize for anything, and Gun couldn't stay mad at him for longer than the blink of an eye. They were an odd couple, but Tiw had to admit that it was an extremely good match. He will never understand the sense of humor of this universe that decided to bring them both together. Apparently some things might have been better left unanswered.
"What do you mean?" Asked Tinn, raising one eyebrow in confusion.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the whole: 'Hey assholes, I know you communicate with each other somehow, so hope this message will reach all of you. GUN IS MINE. So give up, because you have no chance. And if any of you are stupid enough to think you can beat me, Let's fight, you little fuc-' Shall I keep reading?"
Tinn looked as if he had absolutely no objection to any of the words, still staring at his friend with a blatantly unreadable look, his finger hovering over the send button.
Tiw sighed. How could he explain to someone like that, overcome with anger and jealousy, that challenging an indefinite number of bloodthirsty, dangerous and most likely degenerate types to fight wasn't a good idea? He didn't have the clout to do it. Even Gun probably wouldn't be able to cope with such an effort, because there was no argument that could get through this tight-knit, snobbish, head-over-heels-in-love moron.
There was no salvation for people like him, or at least Tiw saw none.
"Do what you want, but if you want to know what I think, you're doing something stupid that you'll regret later."
"Then it's good that no one asked you for opinion." The president replied, clicking on the sending option without hesitation, and since he was the absolute biggest asshole, he did it by looking deep into his friend's eyes.
"Thank you, bastard. You don't even appreciate how much effort it takes me to be a good mate and worry about you."
Tinn, as usual, ignored his efforts.
"So stop. Don't bother me. Help or let me do my thing in peace." He said, and then set about covering up the evidence of the crime, aka deleting the offensive message, so that Gun wouldn't see it when he showed up soon and realized he don't have his phone with him.
Resigned, Tiw could only give up and hope that his friend wouldn't pay for all this with his severed head. Whatever the case, in the end he will probably be the one who will have to save his smug ass from trouble.
Soon after, there was the sound of the door being thrown open. Tiw jumped, at first thinking that it was some vengeful ex-boyfriends of Tinn's boyfriend, who managed to read the message and teleported to the student council room at lightning speed. Fortunately, the intruder turned out to be none other than Gun himself. Very worried, with glassy eyes and body shaking, as if he was on the verge of bursting into tears. Knowing the boy's emotional side, Tiw wouldn't be at all surprised if that was what he was going to do.
"Tiiinnn!" He groaned painfully, passing him as if Tiw was nothing more than an obstacle and rushing towards the unsurprised president. In fact, as if waiting for it, Tinn stood in the middle of the room with his arms spread wide in which the other boy could safely hide and start a series of crying complaints.
"Oh, Tinn! I lost my phone! I don't know how this happened!" Of course, instead of immediately calming him down with the truth about the lost device, Tinn the asshole, took a moment to enjoy this (completely everyday) situation.
"Calm down, sweetie. There's no reason to cry." He spoke, stroking his lover's back with absolutely the most disgustingly fake expression of sympathy his friend had ever seen. Only after a good five minutes of this circus, Tinn reached over to the desk and handed Gun his phone back.
"I've looked everywhere, but-" A few confused sniffles from Gun. "Is this mine?"
In an instant, the boy went from being a total disaster to a euphoric battery, jumping in place to show his excitement.
"Oh! Someone found it and brought it here! What a relief!" Completely unsuspecting of his boyfriend's evil intentions, Gun rushed into his arms again.
"I told you there's nothing to worry about." Tinn brushed a strand of hair out of his boyfriend's face. Tiw started thinking he definitely shouldn't have been there and be witness this sweet nativity scene.
"As usual, you save me. You are my hero!"
"Probably more like a torturer." Tiw muttered under his breath, being such a marginal character at the moment that even he didn't pay attention to what he was saying, let alone the couple standing a few meters away.
"And you are my prince whom I will always save and defend." Tinn said making Gun blush deeply and then Tiw really felt like throwing up. Luckily for him, Gun had to get back to class quickly, so the show of affection didn't last long and ended with- No. Tiw has no intention of describing it. He had seen enough to need spiritual cleansing.
He only rolled his eyes a little when he saw how, after Gun left, his friend stood for the next few minutes smiling slyly to himself.
"I really don't know how your charming boyfriend can put up with someone with such a nasty personality."
"Are you still here?" Asked Tinn, looking genuinely surprised by his presence, even though they were talking to each other literally 5 minutes ago, in the same room, the same seats, without moving an inch.
Tiw changed his mind. He doesn't need such a spoiled friend. Hope the bastard learns a lesson for all his bad behavior. If Gun's ex-boyfriends come to take revenge, Tiw won't stop them. Not at all! He'll be happy to watch with his phone and popcorn in his hands... At least for the first five minutes, until things get too serious.
***
Gun saw that something was wrong. Despite what malicious people might say about him, he wasn't stupid. Maybe a little absent-minded and inattentive most of the time, but not stupid. Even IF he was stupid, he definitely wasn't blind. So Gun had one pair of pretty eyes and a serious suspicion that something suspicious was going on in front of them.
He had been stalked by his ex-boyfriends for some time. Maybe 'stalked' wasn't the right word. Tinn would probably call it that, but he much preferred the term 'visited'. From time to time they liked to show themselves in front of him and remind him of their existence. Sometimes they called, sometimes they texted, threatened him or tried force to come back thier relation. Sometimes both at the same time. He was so used to it that most of the time he didn't even bother with them and approached dealing with them mechanically. Especially when he much preferred to devote his free time and memory to studies, friends, music band or current boyfriend.
Mainly about his current boyfriend.
Actually, only about him…
Never mind. The thing was, every now and then one of his exes would come back into his life, and Tinn actually cared more about it than he himself. Every ex who tried to contact him in some way meant another day for a very dissatisfied and jealous Tinn. The anger could be muted and the feeling of jealousy could be soothed. Gun made sweet eyes, a beautiful smile, gave kisses and in return received even more. Tinn relented and everyone was happy. Ex-boyfriends kept coming back, so the whole cycle repeated itself endlessly.
It's just that something has changed for some time. Now his ex-boyfriends didn't even come to see him. They came to TINN. In the past, Gun had to hide the fact that he had unplanned contact with one of them, just to avoid angering his boyfriend. Now he was the one who found out that his boyfriend had been seeing his exes after these events took place. Not one, but several times! What was he actually doing with them? Why was Tinn hiding this from Gun? Did they oppress him in some way? No, it's not possible. Tinn would never be intimidated. He was more likely to do this to others, but Gun, knowing his exes, couldn't imagine how any of them could be more susceptible to this type of manipulation. In the end, each of them was something of a controlling arrogant in their own way. Maybe he was being paranoid, but what could one asshole do in a room full of other assholes where the only fact that connected both parties was that the former had dated him in the past and the latter was currently dating him? It was all kind of weird!
Gun didn't want to spy on his boyfriend. Of course, he trusted him implicitly, and whatever it all meant, if Tinn told him not to interfere it meant that he had everything under control and, being the sweet, sweet boy he was, he just didn't want Gun to worry about him. On the other hand, how could Gun not worry when Tinn was doing something behind his back? Not to mention how suspicious Tiw's behavior was every time he asked him about it. The boy reassured him that it was nothing important, looking so pained that Gun couldn't help but worry even more.
What the hell was going on there? The fact that Tinn's friend was holding a list of numbered men's names, with some of them crossed out, was disturbing enough to make him anxious.
Gun's friends weren't very helpful, saying that he should break up with Tinn because he was definitely cheating on him. Not a funny joke, not at all helpful with solving his problem. So of course Gun had to act on his own and follow his boyfriend's friend. If Tinn was being stalked by him, he would be able to figure it out in five minutes, and Gun didn't trust himself to be able to stay hidden from him longer than the time it took to be found. That's why he followed Tiw's actions after classes ended, knowing full well that sooner or later he will bring him to a solution. Gun had overheard his conversation with Tinn earlier, so he was absolutely sure about it. He just needed to be patient enough...
Gun wasn't patient at all. That's a problem.
He bravely managed to remain unnoticed for the first half an hour, however, as soon as Tiw moved out of the student council hall, hurriedly towards the unspecified location of the secret meeting, Gun was overcome with excitement and immediately forgot all the rules should follow if he wanted to remain undetected by a followed person.
Without even trying to pretend, he followed the still unaware boy until he found himself in a less frequented part of the university building, mainly belonging to the medical faculty. Tiw disappeared behind the door of one of the rooms just as Gun's head poked out into the corridor. He couldn't see anything from inside, but judging by the noise, the room must have been full and very lively. The noises were somewhat disturbing. Some shouting, heavy stomping, punching and something unrecognizable what was giving a heavy impression - everything that made Gun's anxiety deepen.
Of course, he could have done a little more research before intervening. He could be trying to see through the keyhole, trying to identify the voices, or waiting for someone to come out and press that person to confess everything they knew about this secret meeting his boyfriend was attending. The most sensible solution was to simply open the door and try to slip in unnoticed.
Of course Gun didn't do that. Instead, he reached the door in one bound and flung it open with such force that the door frame shook on its hinges and everyone inside the room turned to him in an instant. By everyone, he meant his boyfriend, Tiw, and about 20 of his exes. At least half of them were looking as pissed off as the other looked intrigued. The men formed a circle in the center of which was Tinn and another boy (named Fiat as Gun remembered). For some unknown reason they both had toy microphones in their hands. Tiw stood on the landing with a stack of documents and a highlighter in his hands.
"What's going on here?" Gun asked before his brain even registered that the words had been spoken aloud.
"We do rap." The answer that didn't fully explain everything came back.
"What?"
"It's a duel. We are having a rap battle with each other." Answered Fiat, who, judging by his expression, was happy about this unplanned break and seeing Gun, judging by the wink he made a moment later.
"...I think I don't understand."
Before ex-boyfriend could continue, Tiw very rightly decided to interject and explain it in the simplest terms possible.
"Tinn challenged your exes to a fight, telling them to stop harassing you or to fight him if they didn't agree. Unexpectedly, there were a lot of people willing to do it, so-" Here Tiw proudly held out a stack of documents in front of him. "We made a schedule! Since it was Tinn who challenged them, everyone involved had the opportunity to choose their fighting method. We divided it into areas and systematized them in ordinal order. Today we're doing a rap battle."
"Oh... Oh, that's- I guess that's not what I expected. It's quite unexpected." Gun admitted and took a stack of papers in his hands, cursorily looking through them all. There were several schedules and calendar pages and names. So many names. Did Tinn had to face every one of them? For Gun? He was completely speechless, and his heart swelled so much in his chest that it was close to bursting.
Tinn was doing something absolutely crazy. Trying to beat up all his exes? Each of the very many he had ever had, just to prove his superiority over them? It was… It was… So amazing! No boy had ever gone so far as to do anything half as seriously romantic.
He felt his eyes begin to glaze over with emotion. Meanwhile, Tinn was successfully avoiding his gaze, looking at something set more at his feet than a face. He looked quite nervous about the whole situation, or maybe he was like that just because of Gun's presence. No wonder, considering how much he wanted him not to find out what he's doing behind his back. Now he could be angry at Gun and therefore completely reluctant to confront him, but he felt that wasn't the case at all.
"Tinn?" He got close enough to hold his hand.
"You shouldn't have come here." The president muttered in a sharp tone, as if expecting negative criticism. However, he didn't remove his hand from the grip.
"Tinn. I… Thank you."
"What?" This time it was the president's turn to look surprised.
"Thank you for what you do. It means a lot to me."
"You're not angry?"
"Actually, I've never felt so loved." Because is there a greater picture of love than what he did for him? Most of Gun's relations ended mainly because, after some time in the relationship, his (ex)boyfriends tried too hard to please him. They stopped being assholes and became exemplary, polite bores. Not because they wanted it themselves, but at some absurd thought stage they decided that this was what HE wanted from them. Absurd and stupid. Above all, Gun valued authenticity in others. If someone was jealous, he shouldn't hide it. If was possessive and arrogant, he should be even more proud of who he is! At least according to Gun, who treated these kinds of disadvantages as advantages.
"Listen Tinn, I'm very happy that you're doing so much, but next time please don't hide it from me. I want to be able to see every side of you in all its glory. I want to be able to always see you as you really are."
"I love you." Tinn blurted out, and Gun jumped into his arms with a wide smile on his face and a tickling feeling in his stomach. Tinn wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him with such passion as if they were longed lovers after months of separation. If the others in the room weren't mostly Gun's ex-boyfriends, they would probably be making a sound of enchantment right now. Well, unfortunately they were, so the only reaction they got was a silence that wasn't awkward at all for the hopeless couple in love.
Gun wasn't sure how long this exchange of affection lasted, but when urgent grunts started coming from everywhere, he decided he should let Tinn go and let him work on sweeping his ex-boyfriends off their feet with his rapping skills. Of course Tinn will easily defeat them all. It wasn't without reason that he was the president of the rhetoric club in high school, which all these dueling men couldn't have known if they had agreed to this form of fighting. Well, soon they will have to find out the hard way.
"Kick their asses, baby!" Gun blew Tinn a kiss and then left the center of the circle, finding a seat next to Tiw where he could enjoy the best view of all the action.
Tinn winked at him in response.
"I will do the best I can. Only for you."
Tiw groaned and Gun's ex-boyfriends rolled their eyes. Maybe they were embarrassed by couple's behavior, or they completely underestimated their opponent's skills. Gun could only smile to himself and watch with pride as his president easily crushed them all.
Maybe he dated all of them at some point of life. He could date half of Bangkok, or better yet, half of Thailand. Gun could date any non-straight normative guy in the world and still won't find someone half as good as Tinn. His boyfriend was the best and he had no intention of trading him for anyone else.