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“Any plans for the weekend?” Pat speaks into the phone as he excitedly packs his bag to give Pran a surprise visit to Singapore.
They had been apart for almost 6 months and the distance is tearing Pat to pieces. Pran has been so busy too; he almost never calls Pat from the amount of work he has and even if Pat calls him, he would be too busy to speak for a few minutes. Pat figures that spending a week with the love of his life would be a good thing for both of them.
Pran huffs on the other side of the phone. “I don’t know.. Probably clean the apartment of something. I’ve been so busy,”
Pat coos into the phone. “Aw, my boyfriend is working so hard for our future. I’ll promise to buy you a big ring,” Pat says.
Usually, Pran would laugh and call him an asshole or threaten Pat that he will cut the call. But today, Pran only hums in response. He probably didn’t even hear what Pat had said. Pat understands; He always does.
There is silence between them as Pat packs and Pran works. Pat could hear the faint sounds of the keyboard tapping on his laptop. “I miss you,” Pat mumbles.
He really does, it's probably why he was willing to deal with the wrath of his father for taking a week off and buying plane tickets that surely would put a dent into his bank account. Not to mention the very big, very heavy, and very expensive promise ring he had bought for Pran.
Pran hums again. “I miss you too,” he says and Pat almost laughs at home stoic he sounded. Pat understands though; Pran tends to forget who he is or who he loves when he gets busy with work.
“Can’t wait to see you,” Pat sneakily says, hoping that Pran will get a clue to his surprise. Pat can’t keep secrets for long. It rips him apart.
“See me?” Pran’s voice goes loud. “You’re coming here? What for?”
Pat huffs out a confused laugh. “Why are you getting so defensive, baby?” he chuckles. “I was just talking about video calling you tonight when I get off work,” he lies.
Pat doesn’t know if the sigh Pran lets out is one of relief or disappointment. Pat doesn’t think much about it.
“Mm.. I can’t do tonight,” Pran tells him. “Can we do it tomorrow instead?”
Pat doesn’t show the sadness on his face when Pran tells him that. He hums either way; “Okay, babe. I’ll see you later,”
Pran hums again.
“I love you,” Pat says.
Another hum. Pat grows concerned. “Babe,” he calls out again.
“What?”
“I love you,”
Pran sighs as if tired of his lover. “I love you too,”
The call ends like that. Pat stares at his phone for a long time.
It’ll be fine. We’re both just tired. The distance is taking a toll on us. He’ll be okay when I give him a big kiss.
Before Pat’s flight takes off, he visits Wai and Korn at the bar that night. They sense the glowing aura around him and almost puke.
“Ugh,” Wai gags. “I can sense the smile from here,”
Pat continues smiling as he sits by the bar and orders plain water. “No beer today?” Korn asks as he hands him the glass.
“No drinking. I have a flight to take.” Pat grins blindingly. Korn gags again. “I just dropped by to say goodbye,”
“Did you pack condoms, you absolute filth?”
Pat slaps his luggage back with another cheeky grin. “Got a whole box of them,”
“Oh, gross ,” Wai turns to Korn. “That’s it, I’m homophobic,”
“You literally slept with a guy yesterday,”
“Gay people should go to hell,”
Pat ignores the two of them, slaps his money on the counter and bids them goodbye. “Don’t call me unless someone is dying,”
“Don’t get pregnant!” Korn calls back.
“I won’t promise!”
When Pat arrives at Pran’s apartment, the first thing he does is clamp the rose bouquet between his armpit, pull out the promise ring and dialed for Pran. While he waits for Pran to answer, Pat makes his way up to his apartment as slow as possible.
He answers n the seventh ring, not that Pat is counting. It’s just that Pra never lets his phone ring that long when Pat calls. “Hey,” Pran breathes into the phone.
Pat frowns. “You sound sick, are you okay, baby?”
“Yes, yeah, um,” Pran coughs into the phone and clears his throat. “Just a slight fever, nothing to worry about, Pat,”
Change of plans, Pat thinks. The first thing he needs to do for his hardworking boyfriend is to coddle him with kisses and feed him some warm soup while they cuddled under the sheets. Pat sighs.
“Babe,” he pulls. “This is why I told you to get some rest. Your project can wait. I’m not there to take care of you, my Pran,”
“Hm, I know,” there goes the disinterest in his voice. Pat huffs out at his boyfriend’s grumpy behavior.
“Or maybe I am?” Pat giggles into the phone just as he stands before Pran’s door.
- He specifically chose that password for his lock.
“What? Pat, where are you? Pat? Pat-
Pat cheekily cuts the call as he keys in the password and the sound of the lock clicking becomes music to his ears. He inhales, adjusts his clothes, and pushes the door open with a smile.
“Surprise!” Pat cheers. The first thing he sees is Pran running out of his room with an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. Pat would run to where he stands and pull him into a tight hug, but he notices s many things about his boyfriend that just wasn’t Pran.a
The shirt, was most definitely not Pat’s and even if it was Pran’s, it wouldn’t be that big. Pran’s hair is in a mess which comes off as a surrie to Pat because it would only be in a mess if he was sleeping, but he clearly wasn’t because it was still too early for Pran to sleep. If anything Pat was confident about, it was knowing that his boyfriend never sleeps early.
That was when Pat notices it. He really wishes he didn’t. But his eyes always traveled to where Pran’s neck is. It was where the gold chain he had bought for Pran rests. Pat loved seeing that on him. It’s only natural that his eyes gravitate there first.
The hickeys that decorate Pran’s neck were not something of Pat’s work. Pran eyes are wide when he crosses his arms before him. “What are you doing here?” he raises his voice in alarm.
Pat closes his eyes, counts to three and prays that whatever he was seeing was just a fragment of his imagination. He was here, in Pran’s apartment, visiting his boyfriend after a long time. Pran will be happy, he will run into Pat’s arms and they will kiss and hug the whole night. He prays and prays and-
“Babe, what’s going-
Pat opens his eyes. This time, he doesn’t look at Pran but his head follows the direction of that foreign voice. A man stands by the threshold of Pran’s room, shirtless and wearing one of Pat’s fucking pajama pants. Blue eyes. He had blue eyes.
When you met guys with blue eyes, will you forget the fierce ones here?
He looks back to Pran, bouquet and ring falling to the ground with a thud. “What’s going on, Pran?” Pat asks quietly.
Pran shakes his head, advancing to where Pat stood, tense from head to toe. And for the first time, Pat steps back and raises his hand to top Pran. He looks to the side, jaw clenched with unspoken words, unshed tears and the simmering anger in his heart.
Pran stands in his place. “It’s not what you think,” he begins and Pat could not help but laugh at how classic this was. His life was a fucking soap opera.
“That’s what they all say,” Pat speaks again. His eyes have gone fierce as he looks between the two of them. The fucking blue-eyed guy remains frozen, pretending like nothing about this was his fault. Pat’s fists grow clenched when his brain wanders to the idea of that guy touching his Pran, marking his Pran, and fucking his Pran.
“Did you fuck him?” Pat asks.
Both their eyes go wide as if thinking how on Earth could Pat speaks so shamelessly. He huffs out a bitter laugh again.
“Did he fuck you?” Pat snaps.
“Pat,” Pran’s voice goes hard. “We can talk, let’s-
“There’s nothing much to talk bout,” Pat speaks again. “Let me do the talking. Answer my fucking question, Pran; Did you fuck him?”
“Pat, I-
“Did you fuck him, Pran?”
Pran goes silent at that, eyes cast down. It was enough for Pat to get his answer. He runs a hand through his hair, shoving his free hand in his pocket because god knows Pat will most definitely strangle the asshole to death if he keeps staring at him with those fucking blue eyes.
“Why?” his words come in a hushed whisper. Pat doesn’t dare open his mouth now. Not when his heart had been ripped open and his tears were threatening to fall. Pat needed to be strong; he shouldn’t be like a baby.
“Pat, please just-
“Fucking answer my question, Pran!” he screams. Pat was sure that his neighbors could hear him. He couldn’t care less. Let the world hear about his cheating boyfriend. “Did I do something? Was I hurting you? Did I not give you enough love? What more do you want from me, Pran?”
“I’m fucking tired Pat!”
Pat recoils from the way Pran’s voice goes high. He looks at the boy before him, once so pure, so adorable Pat loved kissing his cheeks and playfully biting his dimples. But now, all Pat sees is a man, selfish and horrible enough to abandon him for his own needs. Pran’s jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are creased with anger ready to burst out. So Pat allows him.
“I’m fucking tired of you always clinging onto me. It’s honestly annoying, and I’m sick of it. I found life and I like it here. Just let me fucking be for once. We’ve only been apart for six months, why are you always breathing down my neck?”
Pat pauses and lets all the words Pran had said sink between them. And when it did, Pat grips onto the counter for support, unable to stand upright. His heart hurts more than usual, and his vision goes blurry. Pat stares at the fallen ring by the ground and the piles of roses that had come out of the plastic wrap.
Pran’s eyes go wide as if he did not realize what he had just said. He takes another step closer to Pat, but remains far from him. “Pat-
“I didn’t realize that I was being clingy,” Pat chokes out. A tear falls down on the pristine marble floor of his apartment. Two more drops down onto the counter where Pat leans. “I didn’t know I was annoying you,”
It was all Pat said before he crouches down, and grabs the bouquet and fallen ring before shoving it in his back pocket. He turns his back on Pran and his new lover and he walks away. Pran doesn’t make a move to stop him and his weak knees.
“Where are you going? It’s too late, we can talk, Pat. Please, just-
“Anywhere is better than here,” Pat turns only his head, enough to see the blue-eyed asshole stand next to Pran like it was his right. Pat’s grip on the bouquet tightens. “I’d rather just die than sleep here. Goodbye, Pran,”
“Pat,” Pran pulls. “Pat, wait, please. We can-
“NO!”
It’s raining when Pat wakes up with tears in his eyes and his pillow wet. He pushes himself on his bed and gulps down the glass of water by his bedstand. It takes Pat a while to regain his composure from losing his breath.
When he does, Pat rubs at his beating heart, willing himself to stop overthinking so much. It was just a dream. Pran would never do that to him. Pran loves him so much.
Pat needed reassurance. He looks at the clock; 3.00 in the morning. Pat pulls out his phone and stares at his wallpaper for at least two minutes. Pran is sleeping on his chest, cheeks smudges and lips parted so adorably. The idea of his Pran sleeping on someone else’s chest makes Pat’s lips wobble again.
When he calls Pran, he picks up on the second ring. Pat relaxes a little. “Pran?” Pat speaks, willing his voice to not shake or to give away his nightmare.
“Pat? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“Can we do a video call, please?” Pat bites his lips, pulling Nong Nao closer and burying his face in its cotton body. He needed to see Pran. He needed to know that Pran was just working. His voice seemed deep and sleep-riddled. Pat must’ve woken him up.
“Babe I’m in a team meeting,”
Pat’s heart drops at that. He lets his tears flow freely. Whatever soft words Pran speaks after that go unheard. Pat chokes out a sob enough to startle Pran to stop speaking.
“Pat? Sweetheart, what’s-
“What fucking meeting goes on at three in the morning, Pran?” Pat wails. He doesn’t give Pran the time to answer when he ends the call and throws his phone at the foot of his bed.
Pat makes sure to mute Pran’s conversation when he leaves his home to go see Wai and Korn.
Wai and Korn were just closing up when Pat makes a surprise appearance wearing his worn-out tank top and shorts. His hair is a mess, and his cheeks are red and puffy. Pat looks like a mess when he sits on the stool and stares at his hands.
“..Pat?” Korn begins at first. “Are you okay, man?”
Pat shakes his head at first. He doesn’t say anything and so do Wai and Korn. But soon enough, Wai nudges Korn’s shoulder desperately when he notices that Pat has started to shake. His hands on the bar are clenched and soft sobs start coming out of Pat.
“Pat,” Wai gapes.
“Pran cheated on me,” Pat looks up and wails, almost like a baby. “He cheated on me, w-with a guy with b-blue. H had blue eyes. I Pran cheated blue eyes on me,”
“He’s not making sense. Do something,” Wai pinches Korn again.
“Ow, fuck,” Korn curses then turns to Pat again. “Pat, tell us properly. What happened?”
“Pran cheated on me,” Pat wails again. His nose is runny and red, cheeks flushed and eyes filled to the brim with tears. “Pran says I’m annoying and clingy. I-I don’t,” Pat stops halfway and drops his head into his arms. The wailing grows louder.
A whole day. Pran tries to contact Pat for a whole day. His phone goes unanswered, his texts are unread and Pran is panicking.
He calls Wai, he calls Korn, but no one answers. Pran is genuinely worried, he didn’t know what to do. He keeps calling Paa as his last resort. Pran didn’t want to worry Paa.
Now, he has a morning meeting in less than fifteen minutes and Pran has not prepared a single explanation for his presentation. He stares at the unread messages for the umpteenth time.
Pran had sent a video of him in their meeting room, even opting for his coworkers to say hi to Pat so that he believes that Pran was in fact in a meeting at three in the morning. It was the crucial part of his project, he had to pull many all-nighters.
The guilt of not talking to Patis eating Pran alive. Pat must’ve been having a problem and Pran was an asshole. Even now, he stares at his wallpaper of Pat grinning with small eyes while holding a melting cone of chocolate ice cream. Pran runs his fingers through his hair.
Just as he sighs sullenly, Max enters his office with a cup of black coffee. “Tired?” he offers the cup to Pran.
Pran mumbles a thank you and rubs his tired face. “Just worried; my boyfriend is not answering the phone,”
“Ah,” Max takes a seat next to Pran’s desk. “Lovers’ quarrel?”
Pran frowns to himself. “Last I checked, no. But he called me at three yesterday and he seemed bothered by something. Now, he’s not answering,”
“Did you try calling his friends?”
Pran’s eyes remain fixed on his lover’s blinding smile on his wallpaper. If he teared up a little, then he was thankful enough that Max didn’t say anything. “I did; they answered. I’m thinking about calling his sister if no one returns m call after the meeting,”
Max nods. He gives a comforting slap on Pran’s shoulder before walking out. “I’m sure it’s nothing,”
Pran hopes so.
After his meeting (which he fucked up royally but Max had helped him cover up enough to not get fired) Pran runs back to his office to check his phone. No return calls again. He furrows his eyebrows and stares at his phone for a solid two minutes. There was no choice, he needed to call Paa.
Thankfully, Paa answers after seven rings. “Hello, Paa?” Pran says.
Paa remains silent; Pran takes that as a cue to continue speaking.
“Is everything okay with Pat? He’s not answering my calls and so are Wai and Korn. I just-
“P’Pran,”
Pran pauses at the sudden tone in Paa’s voice. She sounded so.. different. Pran had never heard her speak like that before.
“Please end the call. I don’t want to speak to you,”
“What? Paa? What happened, why is everyone so-
“Don't pretend to be the victim. Stay away from my brother. You’ve hurt him enough,”
What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.
“Paa, what are you even-
The line goes dead and Pran stares at the phone with parted lips and wide eyes. What the fuck was Paa saying and what the fuck was going on? Who hurt Pat and why the fuck were they angry at him? Unless Pran had an evil twin? It couldn’t be.
Pran needed to see Pat for himself.
Max enters the room just as he is hastily packing his documents and laptop. “All good?”
Pran shakes his head, not sparing a glance at Max. “Something’s wrong. I’ll be going to Thailand for a few days. I’m sorry you have to work on this project alone for a while,”
Max being the understanding friend and boss that he is simply nods. “Okay, take care,”
When Pran comes home, the first thing he does is go to their apartment. He unlocks the door with the spare key he has and is surprised to find it dark and empty; void of Pat.
He doesn’t waste time calling Pat when Pran knew damn well that Pat wouldn’t answer. He takes a cab to the bar, praying that Pat would be there. But yet again, all he sees are the familiar customers that come to drink on a Friday night and Wai and Korn serving them.
Pran rushes into the bar, coming face to face with his friends. At the sight of Pran, both Wai and Korn’s faces go stiff and stoic. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Korn snaps.
Pran glares at the both of them, gripping his tote bag tightly. “Why are none of you answering my calls? Where is Pat, why is-
“Lots of questions coming from an asshole like you,” Wai sneers. “Go back to your pretty apartment, you dick,”
Pran shoves Wai with force and out of anger. “Can somebody fucking explain what the fuck is going on?” he roars. Pran couldn’t care less about the number of looks the people in the bar give him.
“You should know about the bullshit you’ve done, Pran,” Korn crosses his arms before him, a disapproving frown on his face. “Haven’t you done enough hurting Pat?”
“Korn,” Pran closes his eyes in breathes in three times. He wills himself to not throw a punch at the two assholes before him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can someone please tell me why my boyfriend is not answering my calls?”
Wai snorts. “Fine, if you find your actions so fucking sexy that you must hear it from our mouths, then we’ll say it,” he glares at Pran. “You cheated on him, asshole,”
Pran pauses. Registers properly what Wai is even saying. He must have heard it wrongly. Pran’s hearing had been bad for quite a while now. “What?”
Korn rolls his eyes. “He said what he said. You’re a cheating bastard and you’ve hurt Pat plenty enough,”
“WHEN?”
Pran’s scream comes off guard and even Wai and Korn are surprised. The three boys stare at each other with wide eyes. Pran’s face is flushed, lips parted, arms flailing everywhere as he tries to digest Korn and Wai’s words.
“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING SAYING?” Pran screams again.
“Man, calm down,” Wai starts at first. He tries to keep a hand on Pran but he shoves Wai away and breathes heavily. Pran was pretty sure fumes were coming out of his ears.
Korn looks confused now, especially when he notices how angry Pran looks. “Why are you getting angry? We should be the ones-
“BECAUSE YOU FUCKING TOLD ME I CHEATED ON MY BOYFRIEND? AKE THE FUCK UP KORN,”
Korn recoils again frm the screams. Everyone is looking at them now and Pran doesn’t seem to even care the slightest. “Pran, calm dow-
“DON’T FUCKING ASK ME TO CALM DOWN. WHO TOLD YOU THAT SHIT?”
“It was Pat! He told us you cheated on him with some guy with blue eyes,” Wai comes between Korna and Pran because he was very sure that at any given moment, Pran would definitely swing a punch at Korn. His fists are already clenched with effort.
Pran turns to Wai with murderous eyes. Even Wai has never seen this side of his best friend before. Thinking back, Wai should’ve really talked to Pran before jumping to conclusions.
“Pat was crying at three in the morning because he said you cheated on him,” Korn adds fuel to the fire without knowing.
Pran releases a strangled groan, one that resembles a very angry beast and pulls at his hair. He was about to go insane, but Pran stops himself. “Where is my boyfriend?”
Silence. Then-
“.. He told us not to tell you,”
Pran doesn’t stop himself from grabbing Korn by the collar and shaking him violently. “If you don’t tell me where Pat is, I will fucking chop your dick off and feed it to the alligators you fucking prick. Tell me where the fuck my boyfriend is or I swear to God I will-
Pat was at his house, knowing damn well that Pran could not come to see him there. That fucking idiot. Pran now has to suffer through his mother’s surprised squeals and stories that he has missed for at least an hour.
When the talks got too overbearing and Pran just wanted to resolve the issue with his boyfriend, he stands up abruptly from where his mother is, blabbering about some auntie that had an affair. “I have some work to do. I’ll be in my room,”
“What? Pran-
“Don’t disturb me, please,” was all Pran said before he runs up to his childhood bedroom and locks the door. Pran didn’t even have time to miss his bed and the smell of his old manga collection when he enters. The first thing he does is shrug his jacket off and yank open his dusty curtains.
Pat’s window is closed but he notices the faint shadow of his boyfriend pacing back and forth. Pran groans internally and decides to fuck everything. He needed to smack the shit out of hs boyfriend.
So he opens his window and crawls through the concrete slab that connected their homes. Pran doesn’t give a flying fuck if Ming could hear everything that was going on. This was all Pat’s fault.
The door to Pat’s room on the balcony is locked when Pran jumps inside with a loud thud. He knocks three times, and notices that Pat’s shuffling has stopped.
Pran knocks three times again. This time he goes; “Pat, open the door,”
Pran doesn’t sugarcoat his words nor does he hides the concern in his voice. Pat remains silent on the other side and Pran slams his hands on the door again. “Asshole, you better fucking explain why our friends think I’m cheating on you,”
The door opens so fast that Pran doesn’t even have the time to revel in the idea of missing Pat so much to the point of death. Pat is staring at him with a big pouty frown, and fierce eyes, and Nong Nao clamped between his armpits. Pat looks adorable and Pran would kiss him dirty if he wasn’t so fucking confused and pissed with whatever nonsense Pat had spewed.
Pat is still frowning like a baby as Pran stood by the door. “Why are you here?” he snaps.
“I don’t know, Pat; You tell me,” Pran flails his arms between them again, his bag falling down to the crook of his elbow but he just couldn’t give a damn.
Pat doesn’t say much, simply turns his back on Pran and walks back inside his room. “Go back to your blue-eyed lover you cheater,”
“What the fu-
Pran stops himself and takes three long strides into Pat’s room before grabbing him by the arm and turning his lover. Pat’s eyes are wide and glassy and Pran almost melts at that. He doesn’t raise his voice at Pat even if he wants to very badly.
“Pat,” Pran’s voice goes soft and he touches Pat’s puffy cheek. Pat shakes his head in an attempt to get Pran’s touches away from him. Pran tries not to feel hurt. “Baby, look at me,” he whispers.
Pat only shakes his head and pouts excessively like a baby. “You cheated,” he mumbles.
“How in the world could I-
Pran stops himself again when he comes in contact with Pat’s wide boba eyes filled to the brim with tears. He sighs and closes his eyes until the anger dissipates. It was no good for Pran to have such bad anger management issues.
“Why are you saying that?” was all Pran managed to whisper.
Pat opens his mouth, closes it, pauses, and then-
And then he bursts into big fat tears, giving soft and weak punches to Pran’s chest despite having guns for a bicep. “You cheated on me,” Pat wails, pulling on each word. Pran doesn’t even find the heart in him to tease Pat for crying like a baby. “In my dreams,”
Pran groans again. “Pat, it was a dream, ”
“DREAMS COME TRUE PRAN!” Pat’s mouth is wide open in a grimace when he continues crying loudly. Pran sighs.
He pulls his giant baby into his arms, ignoring the weak thumps on his chest and guides Pat to his bed. Pran holds Pat tightly, running his fingers through his hair while Pat tells Pran how evil and mean he is.
“Why does he have to be blue-eyed Pran?” Pat wails again. His voice goes high and cracks a lot as he blabbers like a baby. “Why blue eyes you know I don’t like them,”
Pran lets slip a small smile, more like a snort and Pat catches it so quickly that he’s pulling away from Pran’s arms and hits him hard. Pran coughs and groans at the strong punches his muscled boyfriend gives him even as he sobs and wails loudly.
“Is this funny to you? I saw you cheating on me,” Pat cried. “You’re so mean. You hurt me, Pran,”
“Babe, baby, Pat,” Pran tries calling his lover despite being beaten up brutally by his strong man. Pat’s punches grow weak until they become soft nudges to his already bruised ribcage. All Pran does is lie on Pat’s bed, one hand under his head while the other tries to stop Pat from beating him up.
Even through his tears, Pat notices how attractive his boyfriend was. No wonder people would openly try to sleep with Pran. Pat was an idiot. He calms down a little and wipes his tears away with the back of his hand.
Pat is kneeling next to Pran who lies down on his bed as if they were alone in their own home. But Pat’s parents are down and they could most definitely hear whatever that’s going on upstairs.
“Are you done?” Pran shoots Pat a small smile when he finally sees his boyfriend’s puffy eyes void of any tears. Pran reaches up to cup Pat’s heated cheeks again and almost laughs when Pat slaps his hand away.
“I hate you,” Pat mumbles.
“So what is this story about me cheating, hm?” Pran turns on his side and props his head on his palm. “Do enlighten me,”
“This isn’t funny Pran,” Pat crosses his arms and looks away. He resists the urge to look back to where Pran lies looking like a five-course meal. Pat missed him so much. “I came to visit you in Singapore,” Pat sniffles. “A-and then you were cheating on me a-and you said I was annoying and t-too clingy. I was so sad, Pran,”
Pat feels Pran sit up behind him before he feels the soft kiss against the nape of his neck. Pran’s arms go around Pat’s waist and he involuntarily relaxes at the feel of his lover. Pran didn’t smell like weird cologne now; he smelled like his Pran. His adorable Pran.
“Hm, I was an asshole, huh?” Pran places yet another kiss under Pat’s ears, on each side. “What else did I do?”
Pat snuggles closer to Pran and lets him play with the hem of his tank top. “You wore his ugly shirt and you had h-hickeys. And, you didn’t say you love me back like you mean it,”
The silence between them is comforting even as Pat lets out small sniffles while Pran presses closer and kisses the warm skin around Pat’s neck. His face is smothered with Pat’s skin and Pran realises that he truly, truly missed this. He missed his Pat.
“And then I called you yesterday and y-you said you were in a meeting. You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” Pat crans his neck to the side enough to see the soft dimples that have appeared on Pran’s cheek. He huffs in annoyance.
Pran pulls out his phone and opens the chat between them He plays the video he had sent Pat exactly when he had ended their call so suddenly. Pat looks at the video through his burning eyes, watching the way his lover speaks English so well as he asks his friends to say hi to Pat.
Pran was indeed, in a meeting.
“ Theerak, ” Pran whispers and it never fails to set off a bunch of fireworks in Pat’s heart. He inches closer to Pran, waiting for the soft words, soft kisses and apologies for cheating on Pat in his dreams. “Do you want to hear a secret?”
Pat focuses on the hands that rubbed his stomach soothingly and he slumps Prana’s chest, nodding and giving Pran space to rest his chin on Pat’s shoulder. The soft hum that Pran releases brings comfort that felt like a warm hug on a cold day.
Pran had pulls his tote back in front of Pat and produced the box he had stashed inside for Pat. The simple black box, almost the size of a shoe box sits on Pat’s lap as Pran shuffles closer.
He opens the box and smiles when Pat gasps out loud. Pran takes out his most favorite thing from the box of mementos. The World’s Most Handsome Guitar Pick. Pat’s young and teenage heartthrob smile still shines through the old and scratched guitar pick as he hands it to his lover.
“How do you still have this?” Pat whispers, thumbing at the rough edges he had cut out for Pran. His lover only hums and continues digging through the box.
“The nametag that you lost and I found,” Pran shows him the plastic tag that had a broken pin at the back, scratched and old. But Pat’s name was carved so beautifully on it. Napat Jindapat.
“Your ID card that you keep losing,” he kisses the shell of Pat’s ear and revels in the way his boyfriend giggles quietly, taking the things Pran hands him.
He pulls out a bundle of notes that Pat had sneakily written and shoved into any part of Pran’s desk back in high school. They were all crumpled, worn out and almost unreadable, but Pran remembered each and every note like a prayer.
What’s the answer for 2 c?
I brought you sweets. Meet @ music room?
:))). That was Pran’s favourite.
They spend the next hour, sorting through Pran’s box of mementos from high school up to this very day, where Pran still keeps the paper rings that Pat would always make for him when they buy takeouts.
“It would honestly hurt my pride to say this. That’s why I’ve been keeping this secret for almost five years,” Pran says.
Pat’s curiosity gets the best of him and he turns around to face Pran, ready to hear whatever his lover was going to say. Pran holds his lover’s hands and raises it to his lips to kiss his knuckles.
“You were my first love, Pat. It had only ever been you,” Pran speaks. “I’ve loved you since I was fifteen. Since I even realised that there was such a thing called gay. Hell,” Pran chuckles to himself, eyes glistening as he takes in the beauty that is Pat. “You were my gay awakening you dork,”
Pat’s breath hitches in his throat when he hears every word Pran says.
“I was never going to tell you this because it’s honestly embarrassing how much I love you at such a young age. I could never look at anyone the way I look at you. I was obsessed with you, Pat. How could you even think that I would cheat on you?”
“Pran-
“Let me finish,” Pran smiles. So Pat obliges.
“At one point of time, I knew that there was no way you will love me back, so I accepted the consequences. Accepted all your girlfriends and all the times you would gush about them to me. Even if it hurt me like a bitch. But now,” Pran shuffles closer, cupping his boyfriend’s adorably chubby cheeks and squishing them until Pat’s lips become puckered.
Pran smiles. “But now that I have you as mine. Nothing will ever change my mind to give up on our love. I have dreamed of this very moment for years; you think I’d let it slip for a quick fuck? Because I belong to you, always and forever, my Pat,”
Pat’s pouting decreases, which is a good thing because he lets Pran give him a kiss on his head and temples. Pat plays with the hem of Pran’s untucked shirt while Pran gets his fill from kissing every inch of skin on Pat.
“You promise you won’t cheat on me with blue-eyed guys?” Pat mumbles and Pran chuckles against his cheeks.
“Oh, Pat,” Pran sighs. Pat lets his lover push him down on the bed, lie next to him with his head propped up, and kiss Pat’s face all over again. “You need to understand that there are no blue-eyed people in Singapore. We’re all Asians,”
Pat smacks him hard. “Promise me, Pran,” he whines.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Pran coos, pinching his cheeks yet again. Pran missed Pat’s cheeks so much that he almost gives in to his urges of sucking them hard. “I promise I won’t cheat on you with anyone. Happy?”
Pat continues frowning despite his heart bubbling with mirth. Pran was here, in his ed, after climbing through his room. He remains stoic. “You need to make up for it,” Pat huffs, turning his head away from Pran’s lips that had wandered to his jawline.
“And how do I do that, hm?”
Pran doesn’t know this but Pat goes insane with want whenever his asshole of a boyfriend hums so teasingly next to his ears. His voice always goes lower until it becomes just the two of them that can hear him. Pat turns his head s quickly that he meets Pran’s smiling eyes and the familiar dips in his cheeks.
“Ice cream, and kisses and cuddles and video calls at random hours,” Pat lists down, whispering between their lips.
He tries very hard to ignore the hand that had inched inside his tank top and rubs soft circles near his belly button. The sneaky hand moves past the waistband of his shorts and plays with the hem of Pat’s boxers. Pat involuntarily bites his lips and Pran chuckles.
“Just kisses? You sure you don’t want me to make up with anything else?” Pran bites the helix of Pat’s ear and feels the way his lover shudders and pulls Pran closer. “We have a lot of time for ice cream later, theerak ,”
“Pran, my parents are home,” Pat mumbles even as he raises his hips for Pran to push his shorts down. The lips against his jaw, giving him kisses start to turn into harsh bites and sucking. Pat hisses, gripping at Pran’s hair.
“So?” Pran mumbles against the skin he has trapped between his lips. His voice comes out muffled and Pat jerks a little under Pran’s hand. “That never seems to stop you when we fucked in my room,”
Having Pran as his boyfriend even after five years never fails to surprise Pat with how freaky he actually is. He just gets pleasantly surprised as the days pass.
“Yes or no?”
Pat doesn’t answer, simply traps Pran between his thighs and lets Pran cover his mouth to muffle the loud moans he released throughout the night. And if Pat wakes up the next morning, walking down for breakfast, covered in bruises, shaking legs and a sore voice, then that’s his problem.
“So, are you going to tell them?” Pran nudges his lover who pouts begrudgingly, both from shame and annoyance. Pran was never going to let him live this down.
“Pran cheated on me,” Pat begins.
Wai, Korn, Paa and Ink stare at the boy who continues pouting like a baby with crossed arms. Pran is smirking next to him, nagging at Pat to finish his sentence.
“... In my dreams,”
“You fucking asshole,”
“That’s it, I’m never believing you,”
“P’Pran I’m so sorry!”