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First sent a text to Khaotung to ask if he wanted to come over again that night. He had spent a few more hours thinking about coming clean about knowing Khao liked him, and finally getting together. He wasn’t entirely sure how to get to the topic, but it would probably work out if they drank a little alcohol together. Easier to confess with some liquid courage.
It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was better than sitting around thinking about doing something. He’d rather do something, waiting was not something he could do any longer without feeling guilty.
He got a reply later than he thought he would, Khaotung was notorious for not texting people, but First was usually an exception. The text confirmed that Khao would come over, he had some time tonight after their afternoon Q of The Heart Killers. He had to get to the set soon as he needed to have his tattoos put on. It would take hours, but Khaotung had said during his response that he wouldn’t be there early to hang out with First while the makeup and prep team worked on him.
First felt a wave of disappointment because Khao hadn’t missed First’s tattoo prep during the series yet, and he briefly wondered if perhaps Khao was upset, but he didn’t let that thought linger long, Khao wasn't obligated to be there for First all the time. He was allowed to have his own things going on.
The filming had gone well, P’JoJo had been obsessed with the FK chemistry, as usual. He'd praised them and only advised them about some of the positioning for the camera angles. Joong and Dunk had been there early in the morning and had welcomed their seniors, excited to get through some of the more comedic scenes that had all 4 of them together.
They'd eaten together while on break, and Join had pulled First aside to ask if everything was going okay. He'd noticed that he and Khao weren't being as clingy as they usually were. Apparently, they were talking more to Joon and Dunk than each other. First couldn't help but feel amused at that. He assured Joong that everything was fine or that it would be soon.
Khao was silent on their way home from set, he had gone back with First, having paid for transport to the set rather than driving. First wasn't sure how to ease the awkwardness. They usually felt too comfortable together to ever have awkward silences.
Eventually, they got to the point where they were more relaxed and returned to their usual chatter, though, there was still some underlying tension. They got to First’s house with the last lyrics of a song they were singing along with on the radio dying on their lips. The awkwardness returned as they stepped out of the car. First tried to push through the feeling and held the door to his place open for Khaotung to walk through, he felt an urge to hold his hand to Khao’s back as he often did but resisted.
They walked in together, flicking on the lights and taking off their shoes. The house had been witness to so much of their recent time together, and First’s internal struggles had also taken place here. It was a peculiar atmosphere, a quiet feeling like something significant would happen.
First directed them into the kitchen and then to where he stored his alcohol. Taking out a few cold drinks for the two of them, he'd stocked up earlier in preparation.
“Where’d you like to sit?” First asked into the stale air.
Khaotung considered, he wasn’t sure what to expect from this and finally said, “The weather is nice today, let’s sit on the balcony.”
Things were well on their way to being what First felt would be a good time to confess, and he was planning to, just as soon as he got back with more drinks. He went back outside to the balcony. The evening air had cooled to a pleasant 23°C, it was still humid, though. First handed a drink to Khaotung before sitting next to him and opening his own drink. He stared up at the stars and then turned to Khaotung. He fully planned on spilling his feelings out right then and there, but as he opened his mouth to begin, words spilled out from some of his thoughts about kissing Khao on sets instead.
“Hey, are you sure you don’t remember what the flavour of sweet tea was? From The Eclipse?” First asked, his voice was unsteady and weirdly rushed and he looked confused by his own words for a split second. Then his expression smoothed and he turned to Khaotung to wait for the reply. They each had a drink in their hands; they had both finished their fourth drink of the hour before First had brought refills.
Without thinking too hard about the question, Khaotung replied, “You taste better than the Sweet Tea.” Then he blinked in shock at his own words and attempted to cover up his accidental brain-to-mouth disconnect with nonsense, “I mean, we don’t need the sweet tea, we’re pretty well practised by now right? We don’t need something to help us enjoy kissing more,” Khao blustered, digging himself further into his own grave.
“We certainly are more practised, and we definitely do not need sweet tea to make our kisses sweet,” First said while smiling.
“That is true I suppose,” Khaotung said, still trying to backtrack from saying he enjoyed kissing First. He turned his face away from First with a shy smile, embarrassed. “We are very close and have known each–”
First hummed as he leant forward into Khaotung’s space, Khao seemed too distracted by First’s statement to take notice, still talking about their connection as friends or something along those lines. First had stopped focusing on the words Khao was saying, he gazed at his best friend's lips, inching closer and closer. He reached forward to turn Khaotung’s face toward him, but Khao's words continued to ramble out of his mouth.
First was so close but Khao didn’t move, his eyes weren’t even focused on First, they were staring nervously off to the side. First leant forward the final few millimetres and captured Khao’s mouth softly with his own. First was eating up Khao’s words with his lips. The kiss was half a preventative measure to stop Khao’s rambling and half because he had just really, really wanted to.
Khaotung melted into the kiss and let his brain stop thinking momentarily. He was kissing First. Wait. He was kissing First?? But they weren’t on set. First was kissing him of his own volition. What!?
Khao suddenly broke the kiss by leaning back; he was too shocked to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Eyes wide and confused.
“Errrr… aren’t we supposed to like… talk first?” Khaotung eventually managed to say through his fish impersonation.
“Do we really need to? We both like each other, obviously we should date,” First said.
“Obviously we both.. What?… Wait, when was that established?!” Khao said, still in a state of shock.
“Errr, well, I thought it was obvious after you started flirting with me a little. We weren't in public so it wasn't fanservice. I reciprocated, didn't I? And also, we went on a date, you were so cute when I held your hand.”
“Well, yeah, but you reciprocated before I, actually, started to flirt more openly, because, I thought you were still oblivious to my obvious feelings, so I didn't think much of it… Wait, so that was meant to be a date?” Khao said, his tone slowly turned from shock to mild annoyance. He felt like he wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t some extremely vivid dream, but if it was, he didn’t really want to wake up. The annoyance was only mild and he felt more elated than any other emotion. His annoyed expression kept escaping his face and being replaced by a wide smile before turning back to annoyance.
“Ohh, I didn’t realise I was flirty before the date, I guess I was pretty oblivious back then, I mean there was that one time when you were drunk…” Khao placed a hand over First’s mouth to prevent him from recounting that incident. Once he was sure that First wouldn't say more on the topic, Khao started to take his hand away, but First grabbed it and sneakily left a kiss on his palm. Khao blushed and had to look away.
“So you do remember that night then?” First said while smiling in amusement, “You acted like nothing had happened the next day so…”
“Okay, yes, I remember. Now, can we not mention it ever again?” Khao asked, talking through his teeth. First nodded and laughed at Khao’s expression.
“Mmmmm, come here.” First gestured to his lap, indicating that he wanted Khao to sit there.
Khaotung shyly took the step to cross the distance between their two chairs and sat on First’s lap. First reached his hands around Khao and pulled him close against his chest. His head was over the top of Khao’s shoulder, and his arms holding his waist tightly. He nuzzled into Khaotung’s neck and left a soft kiss.
“I guess we’re dating now then..?” Khaotung’s voice came out slightly squeaky. He repositioned to sit a little more side on so that he could see First properly.
“I would like to be your faen. Do you want to be my boyfriend?” First leant back to look up at Khao’s blushing face.
Khaotung nodded, and this time, he bent down and kissed First. They melted together, they both already understood what the other liked and how to elicit the best responses. Khaotung grasped the back of First’s neck in a possessive manner when they stopped for air. He wanted to keep all the emotions he was feeling forever, relief, overwhelming joy and a rather large amount of wonderment.
First’s fingers caressed Khaotung’s back, and he pulled Khaotung even closer. He let his hands roam to the familiar place on Khaotung’s lower abdomen and traced the tattoo he knew to be there. Khaotung squirmed a little, First’s touch was light enough to leave a ticklish sensation.
First hummed in contentment, “We should move in together,” he said as he began to trace lazy spirals on Khao’s skin.
Khaotung couldn’t agree more. He smiled into a kiss and whispered ‘yes’ to the firm press of First's lips.