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The conversation had bored Idia, so he zoned out. Vil had continued talking and talking, endlessly and effortlessly able to keep up a conversation with whoever he was talking to. It was a boring event for a film he was in, and of course being his ‘boyfriend’, Idia had to come along with him.
But Idia was not at all interested in it. He had pleaded with Vil to stay home, but in the end the blonde had managed to get Idia dressed up nicely and along to the venue.
Idia’s eyes were fixed on Vil’s jaw. The soft curve of his neck, the subtle way makeup blended into skin, the slight remains of lipstick stains on Vil’s neck rubbed in to make a blush. Idia couldn’t help but focus on Vil’s lips, soft and pink and so, so pretty.
And that’s when Idia caught himself staring, flicked his eyes to his lap, and let the wash of red on his face actually set in.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Really, it was breaking not only a promise, but also a contract, and a set of rules.
Idia looked back up to Vil, who was staring at him with a curious expression.
“Ready to go, Love?” the blonde extended his hand.
Idia took it shakily. “Yeah.”
And that’s when it was set in stone. Idia broke rule number one of this deal. No falling in love.
Of course Idia wasn't going to say anything about it. No way would he tell the boy he's fake dating that he's actually caught feelings. Idia would rather be caught dead than admit 'Oh hi Vil, I stared at your mouth for 20 minutes wishing I could kiss you'.