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Puen and Talay had arrived at a cute coffe shop together exactly thirty minutes ago, ordering two boba tea's, that niether of them had ever tried before.
They held hands all the way to the store and all the way to their table and once they sat down puen started wondering around the shop with his eyes.
Talay was wearing a tightly fitting shirt like the ones he wore as tess, even tho they were less fancy. His pants were white and fit him just right and his hair was long enough to be considered a mullet since both tess and him had decided they wouldn't cut it for a while.
Puen's thoughts scattered all over his mind, thinking back to when he was only able to imagine this moment. Imagine how Talay would really look like, even tho he didn't feel as tho it was important.
Thruth was, he wasn't prepared to the fact that talay was this pretty.
Not even all his imagination could ever come up with what seeing him up close actually felt like.
—Puen.
—Puen.
—Tun!
Talay snaps his fingers in front of Puen's face fighting to grab his attention.
—Eh? What did you say?
—You are not paying attention, you don't like me anymore?— He said while putting the straw of his boba tea in his mouth.
—How could you say that?— Puen replies absolutely offended at the idea.
—Have you not let go of the name?
Tun. He hadn't. Even when they had spent two weeks back in their universe and he hadn't heard the name since.
—It takes a bit to get used to it, right?
—Hmm? Doesn't ring a bell.— Talay says playfuly messing with the bottom of his drink.
—What were you saying?— His eyes lingered away, looking at the table, and the floor and the walls.
Talay pouts his lips.
—I miss being able to see without glasses.—He tapped the frames with his nails making a small metalic sound that was drowned out by all the noise in the room.
Puen looks up for a second and then back down at his hands, starting to play with his drink too. No one else notices but puen can feel his face start to boil. Was he having a fever?
Talay pouts again, out of puen's sight.
Starting to grow frustrated Talay grabs one of puen's hands, feeling brave enough to demand his attention, a feeling, an urgency that he never quite had before.
—Why are you not looking at me?—He asks, this time with a serious tone in his voice, but one that still manages to be sweet in a way only talay could be.
Puen coughs, feeling interrogated but still unable to look up to meet talay's eyes. It had been like this for almost a week since they reunited. Meaning, Puen was a loser, even tho he had the person he loved most in the world in front of him, he could not manage looking him in the eye because his face would boil.
He decides to interlock their fingers even tho he knows his palms are sweating.
And then he finally looks up at Talay, Talay and his pretty eyes and his round silver glasses. The same talay he could not look away from just to imagine what his actual face would look like, the one he remembered so vividly in his head from one single time they met. He looks back down and bites his lip, hoping his face hadn't turned completely red.
Talay might be smart for a lot of things, but he's definitely dumb, and dense when it comes to romance. He tries lowering his face to meet puen's gaze, almost playing a game of tag in the table, until the back and forth exhausts him and he reaches out to cup his lover's face.
—Don't tell me you find me ugly now.
—What?— He immediately retaliated. Then grabbed both of talay's wrists with his hands, keeping him in place. Talay's face dropped.
—Puen, do you have a fever?—He noticed. Being a little to close to him, he started touching around puen's face, feeling his forehead, cheeks and then neck with the back of his hand.
—Talay.— Finally he grew frustated with himself, thinking about why would he feel so shy now, having had Talay that close to him so many times, never feeling so timid around him before, not even when they spent a whole day together all up in each other's faces on a riverside. It's too silly.
—We should go back to your place and you should rest.
—Talay.
—Your palms are also sweating, why didn't you tell me?
—Talay.
—What?— Puen reached for his hands, putting them on the table, making him unable to reach his things and start leaving.
—I'm not sick— He smiles.—And of course— He lets go of one of his hands to take off talay's glasses—I find you beautiful.
Now who's blushing? This makes Puen's smile wider.
—Nonsense— Now he's the one running away from his gaze.—Only without my glasses? Are you in middleschool?
Puen smiles again, not caring anymore that his face is completely red and his heartbeat is fast and loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, not caring about the stares.
—They only make you look prittier— He speaks out getting closer to Talay's face—It's unfair. You are making me nervous.
The teasing worked to get talay just as nervous and embarrassed as Puen was, making him feel proud of himself. Talay covered both of Puen's eyes with his hands pushing his face back softly.
—You are annoying.
—You are pretty, it's annoying.
Talay pouted again and frowned his face, putting his glasses back on. Puen drank his boba tea wearing a proud smile in his face.
—So glasses turn you on. Noted.
He almost spits out his drink at the comment. And now they were both a blushing mess.