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pang and wave had just got back to their dorm from the convenience store to pick up some instant noodles for dinner and a dozen chocolate milk boxes (because pang gets cranky without them).
wave puts on his fluffy indoor slippers and proceeds to cook the noodles as the other goes to the living room to clean up the mess.
the television noise in the background can't seem to block out wave's thumping heart beats as his mind takes him back to the scene of pang carrying the basket in his rough but warmest hands, filling it with boxes of chocolate milk and wearing the brightest smile on his face. running errands is an ordinary thing, but it amazes wave how pang can make everything that is, not so ordinary anymore.
a familiar warmth wraps around him from behind, causing him to snap out of his romantic trance.
"the water's boiling."
wave is annoyed.
1) because he didn't figure himself to do just like what people in love did in the cliché romantic movies claire liked; and
2) because he doesn't even cringe at it now.
pang props his chin up the smaller boy's shoulders and hugs him tighter.
"i can't cook if you're all over me like this."
he says, but he really wanted pang to take his time.
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"that was the best ramen i have ever had. you are such a good cook, my love."
thank god his cheeks were already red from the spice, he only hopes pang doesn't notice it become redder, wave thinks. pang's sudden endearments brought wave to sugar rush. he becomes a mess, and he knows that pang knows.
"those are instant noodles, pang. how better can it get?"
pang smiles cheekily and oh, how lovely is it to see those dimples wave absolutely adored. he takes wave's hands and wraps it in his, replacing the noodles in wave's stomach with butterflies.
"do you know you have amazing hands? everytime you use your potential, i still get goosebumps. and when you fix those watches, when you cook, when you study with them, i get so thankful i get to hold them like this."
back then, wave was cold as ice, but even the coldest of ice melts. that's how he feels after hearing all that from the love of his life. pang envelopes him with overwhelming warmth until he melts and becomes clear as water. so clear that pang no longer needs to try hard to read him.
wave gathered all his might to say something, but nothing comes out no matter how he tries. so he responds with what pang thinks is the best response in the whole wide world, he smiles in bliss, and everything in the world is right and peaceful.
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pang washes up after wave who is now wearing the most adorable blue pajamas his other half got him for christmas. it was one size larger so it swallowed him whole, but it was his favorite pair nonetheless.
pang gets out of the shower in a loose white shirt and grey sweatpants and wave thinks he is the luckiest guy ever. he wanted to cuddle him right there and then.
"those PJ's look really good on you."
"i know."
pang couldn't help but chuckle. and wave couldn't help but chuckle at pang's chuckle. and pang couldn't help but chuckle at wave's chuckle. and the cycle went on until they were both couped up in the couch to watch some late night shows.
wave thinks he could go on forever just like this. before, his daily routine included computers, textbooks and teenage angst but now, there is a tall (and pretty) boy making his days a little bit less gloomy. there is a voice in the back of his mind saying he doesn't deserve all of this, spending friday nights with the one he loves the most, but that is silenced when pang ever so lightly laughs at the silly segment playing in the television. wave can't help but smile to himself.
maybe he does deserve this.