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pang and wave are most known for fighting all the time. their friends would know. even mr. pom. they argue over the smallest, pettiest things, and it was normal. it was their thing. even when they agreed to be in a relationship, those bickers never went away. it kind of became their love language at this point.
last night was different.
it was their most serious argument ever. flashbacks of him shouting at pang for not being able to understand that he was so caught up with university applications, and pang responding with how wave reacted the same way when they were still planning against the director echoed through wave's mind.
it was the first time they raised their voices at each other that intense, their friends probably heard it from the other room. wave's clothes which he almost packed last night and the phone that he threw at pang was still scattered on the floor. he remembered how pang ran his palm through his face ever so frustratingly. he remembered how he kept interrupting pang's explanations, releasing his concerns one on top of the other for the world to hear. he remembered how he clearly uttered that he never wanted to see pang's face ever again.
he remembered how pang didn't walk away, instead, he got his blanket and pillows and slept on the beanbag in the corner of the room, away from wave's sight.
but he wasn't there now.
he wasn't anywhere in the room.
wave pulls his hair in frustration. this was the dumbest he's ever felt in his whole entire life, in fact he never thought he would ever look at himself as other than an intelligent bastard, but now he felt nothing but a fool.
wave thinks.
he thinks about how pang was the first one he looks for every morning, even now, even when he said he wanted him out of his sight for good. boy, was that a lie.
he thinks about the times they've had arguments before, and how pang had always seemed to know how to calm him down. he thinks about how pang found it funny when he would pick on the smallest things or when his eyebrows creased or when he would curse him out. he thinks about pang's hands rubbing his temples and how that instantly made the world a better place to live in.
he wishes it was still the case, but pang wasn't in the room now. he refused to go out and find him, scared that pang's face wasn't gonna be the first one he'd see for the day. plus, his eyes were swollen from crying and he looked like a mess, so he crawls back to bed and hides in the comfort of his (their) sheets.
just as the tears were threatening to be at the brim again, he hears the door creak and the rustle of plastic bags along with very familiar footsteps.
thank god. oh, thank god he went back.
wave pretends to be asleep, still with the sheets covering the mess that his face was. he still didn't know how to talk to pang, or if he ever wanted to sit down and hear him out. he hears the faint sound of marker on paper, pang was probably writing something. the same rustling of plastic bags came after, and the aroma of stir fried noodles seeped through wave's blanket.
he hears the footsteps again and the small clink of metal and that's when he knew. pang was leaving again. he knew because the promise ring on their hands made that sound whenever it came in contact with the door knob, and he decided that he didn't want pang to step out of the room without them being okay again.
he gets up and removes the sheets from his head so quickly and eagerly.
"stay."
it came out soft and gentle, contrary to the only tone he used last night. pang is stunned, his hands still on the door knob. he pauses for a while before he turns around to steal a glance at his beloved and sits down on the chair on the desk, his back on wave once again. he figured maybe wave still didn't want to see his face, so as much as he wants to look at wave and bask in the beauty that he is, he can only turn his back on him for now.
"i brought you breakfast. you should-"
"let's talk." wave interrupts. he makes way and pats the space beside him, a gesture that pang took as an invitation for him to sit.
"i'm sorry. i- i shouldn't have snapped at you last night." wave starts, playing with the skin around his nails. he couldn't look at pang in the eyes or else he would just break down and burst into tears again.
pang takes wave's hand in his, intertwining it like puzzle pieces. "i'm sorry for raising my voice at you." now he looks at wave, and he realizes just how swollen his eyes were. it broke him to know he was the reason he looked like that, but at the same time it was a privilege to have an effect on him, a privilege that made him question what he did in his past life to deserve such a wonderful thing. it had a price to pay though, and that was the responsibility of protecting wave from ever feeling that way again, and he made sure to do just that because seeing wave like this drove him crazy.
it was wave's turn to look at pang, and their gazes meet since what seemed to be forever. he squeezes pang's hand, a form of reassurance. "i'm sorry i said i didn't want to see your face again. i didn't mean that. not at all." a smile works up on pang's lips, showing off his dimples that wave most absolutely loved.
he engulfs him into an embrace, which wave responded eagerly to. there they were, enveloped in the warmth only the both of them could ever give each other. pang's hand worked it's way to wave's hair and caressed it like his life depended on it. wave wrapped his arms around him even tighter in response, not ever wanting to let go. "let's not fight like that again, okay?"
wave sniffles as a tear manages to escape his eyes. he uses his other hand that wasn't holding pang to wipe his tears. "please."
pang pulls away and cups his hands on wave's face. "i love you." he says as he looks at him with eyes full of emotion, more than ever.
"i love you, too." wave closes his eyes as pang leans forward and plants a kiss on his forehead, and on his lips after.
they pull away, controlling themselves before their lips demand more. their sweet ass moment was interrupted by the grumbling of wave's stomach, to which pang chuckled lightly to. so he gets up and prepares the noodles for wave.
"here. what drink do you want?"
"just water."
he puts a glass of water on the nightstand. "you should eat this with me. i know you're hungry too."
"what did you say? i should eat you?" pang says jokingly.
wave flushes red in an instant and his swollen eyes go wide. "ai'pang! just come here, will you?"
pang chuckles and sits beside wave once again, the only place that feels like home. he opens his mouth, asking wave to feed him. wave gets a questionably large amount of noodles and shoves it into pang's mouth, causing him to pout with his cheeks full, which wave took as an invitation to plant a kiss on. now pang had his mouth full of noodles, and his stomach full of butterflies.
they shared the bowl until the very last piece when pang got two spoons and handed it to wave. "here, put these on your eyes for a while."
"why, do you think i'm ugly with swollen eyes? for your information, this was your fault." he takes the spoons anyway, lies down, and puts them on his eyes as instructed.
"even if your whole face was swollen, even if you only had one tooth left, and even if your face was full of wrinkles, you'd still be the most beautiful creature to me, wave." he takes wave's hands again and plays with the ring on it.
wave couldn't contain the smile anymore so he just let it out. pang takes this opportunity to plant a peck on his lips swiftly, which made wave remove the spoons and narrow his eyes at the boy. he liked it though.
pang smiles again. "leave those on for a bit. i'll take a shower and let's go to the grocery after if that's okay with you?"
wave nods and pang closes the door to the bathroom.
wave is thankful. for having someone so special as pang, who brought out sides of him he never knew existed. who understood him better than he did himself. who memorized every bit and piece of him and embraced them unconditionally. who made every minute of his existence worthy and meaningful. and who loved him so much, even on his worst days. man, was he the luckiest guy ever.