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Wave loved Pang. He really did. He loved watching him and his small gestures and microexpressions. He loved watching the outline of his face glow under the sunlight. He loved watching his eyes light up.
He loved the way he was always so gentle, and kind, and treated him with so much love that Wave couldn't even begin to comprehend it.
He loved how Pang played with his fingertips, and how it usually ended up with him gently pressing his lips to each of them.
He loved how they were so familiar with each other, and how they knew what the other meant just by a single glance.
There were just times when he found his behaviour questionable.
It was such a cold and calming winter atmosphere that night. It was a pleasantly cool winter and didn't snow, which was why it was just right. The curtains of their dorm flew in the gentle breeze and it smelled of relief-relief that they finally defeated the director. The coolness of the air combined with the warmth and comfort he felt being emitted from Pang was his favourite. The moon was high up in the sky and it cast a faint glow on Pang's face, where he could still see his smile.
Pang was overly affectionate-not that Wave minded. Before sleeping, every night, Pang always gave him a small kiss and tangled his fingers in his hair.
He loved how sometimes, Pang would remove his glasses and just sit with him in silence, head on his shoulder as he worked on his laptop.
He also loved how sometimes, he took off his glasses and cleaned them, putting them on his face after it was done.
He loved it when he always pressed gentle kisses on his neck and cheek and forehead because they spelt out love more than words could.
That night, before sleeping, Pang and Wave had both stayed up late under a blanket which Pang had placed around both of their shoulders. The tiredness he felt after staying up late contributed to why the sleep that night felt even better. They were looking at the stars from their dorm's window, which looked as beautiful as Wave could remember. Wave wanted to sleep early, but it was Pang who wanted them to continue looking at the stars. He wondered how Mr Pom dealt with P'Chanon.
Pang rested his head on his shoulder and Wave had placed an arm around him. His other hand was holding Pang's, brushing his thumb against Pang's fingers ever so often. Pang kept yawning throughout but continued watching the stars with a smile.
He loved Pang's smile.
"Pang," he said softly, not willing to stop looking at the stars.
"Hm?"
"You should sleep."
"No, I want to," he said, pointing at the stars.
"You're tired." He combed through his hair.
"No, I'm n-" he yawned, just to prove his point.
"Not tired?"
He smiled and turned around, poking his nose into Wave's neck and his arm around his shoulder.
Before he knew it, he heard silent snores. What an idiot.
He gently placed his head on the pillow and untangled himself. He smiled at the sight of him and placed the blanket on him. Unable to resist, he planted a kiss on his forehead, accompanied by a 'sleep well'.
Pang, however, woke up. He was a light sleeper.
"Wave? Why are we not watching the stars?"
"Because someone is tired and fell asleep for a good five minutes."
He chuckled. "I didn't realize."
He rolled his eyes, then closed them, wanting to sleep.
He felt Pang's arms around him and he opened his eyes. Pang was looking at him with the most sincere eyes he had ever seen.
He leaned in, and he kissed him. It was soft and sweet, and when they finished, Pang had the most adorable grin on his face.
"Wave, I'm so glad we finally won. And met Namtarn."
He smiled. "Me too."
They pulled each other closer, and Wave drifted off after he felt Pang playing with his hair.
When he had fallen asleep, he didn't expect to be woken up a few hours later by Pang.
"Wave." he shook him, keeping his voice low, "Can you wake up?"
He could hear the pout in his voice.
He turned around and saw, under that faint glow, that his suspicions were correct. His vision was still blurry, as he hummed questioningly.
He pouted more. "I want a cuddle." They seemed to have changed their position in their sleep and weren't hugging anymore.
This asshole of a boyfriend woke him up from the greatest sleep he had ever had just for him to cuddle him.
He wasn't complaining, far from it, really. He would admit-only to himself-that it was lonely without the feeling of him in his arms.
"Ai' Pang," he smiled, voice still groggy, "you woke me up because you wanted a cuddle?"
"Hm," he said, placing his arm on his waist and coming closer, "sorry, but I miss you."
He turned around. "You woke me up from the best sleep I've ever had, asshole."
"My love," he said, taking his hand in his own and pressing several small kisses to it, "please?" What an actor.
He didn't budge, though.
"Oh? Um, then, sweetheart, honey, my wonderful beautiful boyfriend, come on, won't you please?"
He didn't care if he ended up looking flushed.
"Wave," he said, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
"You do know that I'm not actually mad, right?" He turned around.
"Of course! My boyfriend has become soft, hasn't he?" He grinned and booped his nose.
"Ai' Pang!" He almost shouted and gave him a light slap. Pang retorted almost immediately.
"I know that you would turn around in a minute or two, but that doesn't mean I can't kiss you or call you nicknames."
"Asshole."
He grinned, like the cheeky shit that he was.
"Sorry, though," Pang said.
He chuckled, and scooted closer, placing his hand on his cheek. He rubbed his thumb under Pang's eye and he settled into the crook of his neck.
"You don't have to be." Wave said and traced out the words 'I love you' on his back.
Because he did.
"I love you too, Wave." He smiled and said quietly, burying his face even more. He wasn't expecting him to realize what he wrote.
He pressed a kiss to his hair and felt him smile, as they slept under the constant breeze and moonlight.