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THE PROMPT:
Prapaisky AU.
What if Sky and Prapai met in London while they are in the same college where Sky is 2nd year in Bachelors and Prapai is in his Senior year. They have a FWB relationship for 2 years.
Prapai leaves London after his Masters to go to NY to join his dad's subsidiary office. During his Masters Sky starts modelling for the whole 2 years.
They meet again after 3 years only to realize they have taken over their fathers respective companies and that they are each other's rivals.
And now they have to deal with the pressures of staying at the top and proving that they belong there and having all these feelings that they buried 5 years ago resurface.
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The conference room falls abruptly silent.
Prapai stares at Sky, Sky stares at Prapai. The room crackles with intensity.
“I want to speak to CEO Sky alone.” Prapai says, his voice ice cold, vibrating with authority and a hint of annoyance.
“But….” One of Prapai’s advisors starts.
“Now.” Prapai interrupts him without taking his eyes off of Sky.
“CEO Sky?” Sky’s assistant asks hesitantly.
“Leave.” he answers, his voice as cold as Prapai’s.
The conference room empties of the more than twenty assistants, advisors and staff from both Prapai’s and Sky’s company until the door clicks closed behind the last suit wearer.
Prapai doesn’t waste a second, gets up, rounds the long table, halts in front of Sky. “I won’t stand for this feud any longer.” He says, his voice still cold. He bends his upper body down, supports his weight with one arm on the table, almost bracketing Sky in, “We used to love each other.”
Sky lifts one eyebrow, turns the chair until he full body faces Prapai, crosses his arms in front of his chest, “I never loved you.”
“Have you not?” Prapai asks, bends down further until their faces are only a breath apart, “I did.”
A flash of surprise runs through Sky’s eyes, almost too brief for Prapai to catch if he wouldn’t know the man in front of him better than he knows himself.
“What are you planning to do?” Sky asks, changes the topic as swiftly as he changes pens, his voice unwavering cold, distant.
“I want to merge our companies.” Prapai says without backing off. He locks their eyes, knows what he sees, knows what he feels. Sky is his. Was always his. A feud their fathers had entertained is not one he wants to entertain any longer. Not for the cost it has on Sky. “We are the two biggest players in the field. We share half our customers. The time we invest in the competition against each other could be used more wisely. In a way both our companies profit. Without any of losing sleep repeatedly.”
Prapai can see it, has seen it the moment Sky had entered the conference room. The dark circles under Sky’s eyes, hidden under expertly applied make up. The way Sky carries his shoulder in pure tension. The way his eyes droop, unwillingly and faintly enough no one else likely has noticed, when he fights against the lack of sleep Prapai feels in his own bones.
“I don’t want this, Sky.” he continues without giving the man in front of him a chance to reply, “I don’t want us to be enemies. I loved you.” He sees the moment hurt runs visibly through Sky’s eyes, prepares himself for the possible rejection he might have to endure within the next seconds, “I still love you, Sky. You are the only for me.”
For three breaths nothing happens.
Prapai looks at Sky, his feelings bared, his hand digging into the table in an attempt to keep himself from reaching out.
Sky looks at Prapai, his expression guarded, his eyes searching the ones above him for a possible lie.
Then, all of a sudden, Sky’s hand shoots out, latches on Prapai’s neck, draws him down with ferocity. Their lips meet in a kiss conveying all the hurt, frustration, longing, yearning they had kept for each other ever since they parted back then in London. Ever since they saw each other again during a conference where they realized they were now enemies. Enemies fighting for the top spot in the industry.
Prapai’s arm wraps around Sky’s shoulder, draws him up, against himself. His other hand still digs into the table, now to keep him upright, to keep them both upright. He hadn’t realized how much he missed kissing Sky, how well Sky knows him, how well they fit together. The ferocity gives way to their true feelings. To the love they carry for each other. To the adoration they never allowed to show. To the desire to be with each other, only each other.
Prapai breaks their kiss when he runs out of air, whisper’s against Sky’s lips, “Baby, I love you.”
Sky’s eyes flicker to his, he parts their faces, asks, “You do?”
“Always did.” He admits what he never dared to admit before.
Sky’s eyes close for a moment, he looks pained for all of a breath. When he opens his eyes again, vulnerability is starkly written all over them, “I loved you, too.” he says, small, quiet.
Prapai lifts his hand from the table, cups Sky’s face, asks as quietly, “Do you still?”
“I do.” Sky says, searches Prapai’s face, then adds, “You really want to merge?”
Prapai nods faintly, rubs his thumb gently over Sky’s cheek, “Our companies and our lives.”
Sky exhales shakily, looks to the side.
Prapai is torn between being over the moon because his love, the love of his life, loves him back, and worried because their companies will continue the feud if they don’t put a stop to it. A feud taking a toll not only on their health, but also on both their feelings.
“Let’s merge.” Sky decides, flicks his eyes back to Prapai, “Our companies. And our lives.”
Prapai can’t help but smile. Brightly, widely, before he leans forward to bring their lips back together in a show of deep, unconditional love.