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Tine’s never been this uncool.
For as long as he can remember, he’s been an expert at keeping a calm, cool, and chic reputation. He’s cultivated a wardrobe to dress the role; keeps a diet and workout routine that helps his body to maintain a slim, lean figure; updates his Instagram with aesthetic shots of his meals, travel sights, and friends, not to mention selfies to die for. He’s friendly both on socials and in person, with a smile that makes anyone feel immediately at ease, and he’s just tall enough to be seen as handsome but isn’t so tall that he’s intimidating. Tine was born with it, that’s the simple truth of the matter.
Tine had always felt a little bit better than the girls he’d gone out with. He couldn’t help it; he’s got the looks, he’s going to be a lawyer, he’s fun to be around, and then you bring in a girl whose resting face makes her look homicidal or another who can’t make up her mind for the life of her… Sure, they’ve mostly all been perfectly nice girls. But he doesn’t want just anyone. Since he was a kid and first saw Aladdin sweep Princess Jasmine off her royal feet, Tine has been desperate to find his person, not just any person. So if he doesn’t feel it with a girl, he doesn’t waste their time. He isn’t looking for a casual hookup. He wants the real deal. And finding her shouldn’t be a problem, what with those skills that Tine had been naturally born with.
But falling for Sarawat Guntithanon had taken a wrench and bludgeoned deep into Tine’s so-called skills, leaving him shaken and blushing like a damsel far more than he’d like.
Where he used to be able to just smile and make his date turn pink, now he’s the one with red cheeks and flustered words if Sarawat so much as looks his way in the canteen. Sarawat smiles now. Before, he’d try to restrain it because he didn’t want Tine to see how happy he made him, but now that it’s allowed, Tine is taken apart by the sheer force of Sarawat’s lips curling up every time.
Before all this, Tine would hold the door for a girl and feel like a real prince, but it’s an entirely different feeling when it’s Sarawat standing there, lifting his chin toward the doorway that he’s left open for Tine like it’s nothing. And when it had been Tine doing it for girls, it was nothing, but somehow everything’s been flipped on its head and Tine is lucky if he can walk past Sarawat and into the school building without stuttering his thanks like an idiot.
Another issue Tine had always had with his exes is that none of them had enjoyed casual cuddling. Tine is obsessed with it, and so it seems is his boyfriend. There are times when Tine becomes a koala: he’ll wrap his legs around Wat’s waist and snake his arms right around to the front of his chest to keep Sarawat from moving on the bed, but there are times too that Sarawat holds tight to Tine with his head pressed firmly to Tine’s chest, and it’s the same sentiment: they aren’t moving anytime soon; it’s warm here, it’s comfy, I love you. And it’s so cute to see Wat’s serious little face shoved against Tine that he would never dare to even attempt moving.
And that’s where they’re at right now, drifting off on the guitar player’s mattress. The boy Tine loves an embarrassing amount—also known as Sarawat—is clutching the fabric of the shirt Tine had borrowed from his dresser, and as they always do his even breaths against Tine’s neck are easing Tine to sleep too.
So, he supposes, if being more comfortable than he’s ever been in his life makes Tine uncool, he can roll with that. Sarawat wriggles against Tine, a silent demand to be held tighter, and Tine obliges. Yeah. He can definitely roll with this.