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You hide but only appear when you smile
Where did you come from?
Don’t lie, I know you’re an angel
What are you?
pat loved everything about his boyfriend, literally everything; how pran used crude language when pat complimented him to cover up his happiness, how he looked at pat like he was his moon, stars and whole fucking galaxy, how pran made the cutest faces when concetrating, how when they hugged, pran tightened his grip to keep pat pressed flush against him. The list could go on for a thousand more years and it still wouldn't be long enough, however, thepran'sre was one thing that trumped all of his other amazing quirks and qualities.
pran's earth melting dimples.
But you
That smile is so cruel
I shouldn’t have seen that cheek
Cause you
When you smile, I get dizzy
pat was obsessed with them on a dangerous level. whenever the foul mouthed boy smiled, it was like the world stopped and pran was the only thing that existed. pat wanted to scream his love for them from the rooftop that the two were currently residing on; cuddled up on a blanket watching the stars.
"excuse you, the stars are up there, not in my dimples." pran giggled, snapping pat out of his daydream.
"they are for me." pat said, in the most lovetsruck way, causing pran's face to scrunch up in mock disgust.
pat threw his head back and laughed a hearty laugh that got pran laughing along with him. he would never admit it out loud, but he loved when pat would say those cliche, gross things, he felt even more loved then he already was.
"who's staring now, dimples?" pat teased, and pran slapped his chest playfully smiling, once again showing his dimples.
pat could feel his body becoming putty instantly, it was like pran knew what he was doing when he smiled, he knew the effect both he and his dimples had on pat and he soaked every minute of it.
Was it a mistake made by an angel?
Or a deep kiss?
That dimple is illegal
But I love it anyway anyway anyway
when pat gets to kiss pran and the boy smiles into it, it heightens that love for pran's dimples even more. when he moves his hands from pran's waist to his cheeks and feels the indentation, he kisses him more passionately then he thinks is possible. when pran pulls back for a short second to catch his breath and he's smirking, it makes pat crazy.
"you love them that much huh?" pran teases once again.
pat, being the lost himbo puppy he was, nodded vigorously, before pressing their lips together once again, pran letting out an uncharacteristic squeal. pat would do whatever he could to get more reactions that would showcase the boys dimples, regardless of how many times pran slaps, curses and glares at him. he never wants to see that dimple disappear.
"puppy, your distracted again, you initiated this kiss, you continue it properly!" pran whined out.
at the sound of the nickname, pat practically smashed his lips on pran's who staggered back slightly due to the force, before reciproacting it equally as hard. this was exacly what pran wanted and he was smiling widely now that he got it.
I don’t have it, only you have it
Is that why it’s so hard?
What’s really dangerous
Is only in your possession
Cause you
When you smile, I get dizzy
when pat was younger, he'd always questioned why he didn't get dimples like pran did, of course he knew that not everyone had dimples, but because their parents were always at war, trying to have the boys upstage one another, the question always came up. his mother never commented on it so eventually he gave up asking and learned to accept it; and then they grew up and the question changed to why was he so obssessed with pran's dimples? why did they make him feel like jelly whenever showcased? was it because he was jealous of the fact that he didn't have any? thankfully, his questions did get answered.
"because you love me and everything about me." pran smiled, "there, question answered, now stop overthinking and help me!"
pat just nodded and went back to helping pran plan out his next project. Looking up once in a while to see pran's tongue on his lip, dimples on half display as he was focused and he once again went fuzzy inside. he didn't think he could ever stop talking about them and he knew he never would.
I wanna die fallen in you, I wanna die locked in you
You are my lake
That dimple is illegal
No, it’s dangerous, oh yes
pat knows he wants to grow old with pran, he knows he wants to get married and adpot a beautiful child who was dimples similar to his, he wants to die when they're old and grey and have pran's dimples be the last thing he sees. it sounds better in his head but you get the idea.
"i love you, dimples." pat blurts out one night when the two of them are tangled up with one another watching tv.
"i love you too puppy." pran smiles, in delight and slight confusion.
pat tugs on pran's shirt slightly and pulls him onto his lap. pran has absolutely no idea what's gotten into his boyfriend but he isn't complaining, he simply puts his head atop of the puppy who was holding him as close as he possibly could.
"stay with me forever dimples." pat mumbled into pran's neck, causing him to flinch slightly.
"of course pup, you know me and my dimples are never going anywhere." pran tried to joke, erupting a slight chuckle from the boy he wrapped around. "what's going on with you?"
"just felt like i needed to say it." pat shurgs and pulls back to stare at the boy who makes his world spin.
pran smiles and pat just falls in love all over again.
his eyes.
his lips.
his crudeness.
his smile.
his dimples.
PRAN.
pat's home, heart and world wrapped into one.