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“Stop looking at me like that. We’re in public.”
Saifah seemed to get out of his trance and met Zon’s gaze.
“Uh?”
Zon rolled his eyes, though he did look a bit shy. Saifah started smirking.
“Ai’Sai, stop looking at me like that. We’re in public!” he whispered harder, getting closer to him so as not to be heard by others.
The Cute Boy page administrators had organized a small after-party for all the ones who had participated in the concert, and, after that kiss they had shared backstage, Zon and Saifah were sort of forced to go join the crowd behind the stage.
Which meant standing there amongst everyone while really wanting to be somewhere else. Somewhere… private.
Saifah stared at Zon , eyebrows automatically going up his forehead in a smug face.
“How am I looking at you, sir?”
Zon looked frustrated now, his body shaking up and down as if he wanted to jump while his eyes looked around the room nervously.
“You know very well,” he uttered in between his teeth.
Saifah smiled some more. He was happy. That day had been good to him, and it wasn’t even over yet.
Suddenly, he took a snack from the table and pushed it into Zon’s mouth before going to fill up a glass for him. Zon made a surprised, then angry noise while Saifah felt the need to laugh.
“Ai’Sai!” he cried out, almost choking on the cookie.
“Have a snack and a drink,” Saifah recommended him while extending the glass he’d worked on, which Zon took with a pout. “And relax.”
He had said that after having passed an arm around his shoulders, holding him close. Zon was now looking at him with soft eyes, the ones he always sported when he looked at Saifah recently. The ones he’d had during their kiss a few minutes ago. Which really did not make Saifah want to stay here.
“You’re looking at me like that again,” Zon spoke while turning his face away from him to try and hide his blush.
“I am,” Saifah agreed. “I can’t help it.”
Zon faced him again. “Why are we here?”
As Saifah was going to answer, P’Soda came to sweep them in.
“Saifah, Zon, let’s take a group picture!”
And as they were all gathering in front of the camera set down on top of two chairs piled onto one another, Saifah couldn’t help but still look at Zon. And Zon was staring at him too.
“10 seconds!” P’Soda exclaimed as she ran from the camera to the group.
“Let’s go somewhere else after this,” Saifah whispered into Zon’s ear.
He looked bashful yet again, though he nodded immediately. “Hm,” he smiled.
When they looked up from each other, P’Soda was already checking the picture they hadn’t even realized had been taken. With a smirk, she turned in their direction.
“Saifah, Zon, can you please not look at each other for just one minute? You ruined the picture.”
Saifah had to admit that comment did make him shy too, especially the ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s made by the other students to accompany her very accurate roast.
Saifah turned to look at Zon once more.
“Ah! You see! You’re still looking at him!” she teased, before setting the camera once again. “Okay, last try!”
And as she ran from the chairs to the crowd, Saifah really really really tried not to turn his head on the left and gaze at Zon’s big eyes staring right back at him. He did all he could to only look at the lens meters away, but as the countdown progressed and seemed to slow down, Saifah couldn’t resist that enticing pull towards the small guy standing next to him.
And so, his neck spun around and his eyes looked. And Saifah was pleased with what he saw. Yes, those eyes staring right back at him were worth ruining yet another picture.