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a three year gap isn’t that bad, right? people come and people go; KUDRAT is still standing tall after all the events that happened. kahar reminisced about his high school days. they weren’t bright or full of rainbows; but he had his moments. he poured his heart out in dedication to the school. his blood, sweat, and tears will always be connected by it.
kahar took a sip of his drink. the coffee got cold, and he grimaced. the taste of cold coffee leaves a bad feeling on the back his throat. he’d always take them scorching hot.
currently, he’s waiting for a certain someone; you could call it a reunion, but to kahar, this is merely just a coincidence that they both happen to be in the same place right now. yes, kahar is meeting his all time ‘favourite’ junior.
it’s not like they cut all ties with each other the moment kahar graduated from school, they both chose to take a break for a while. well, that is until fakhri graduates. kahar got busy after all; adulting is very confusing.
the location that fakhri picked piqued kahar’s interest. an indie cafe too, who would’ve thought. the interior was simple but also felt very inviting. it had a warm atmosphere to it, with plants decorating every single corner. they also play good music and they have good cakes. definitely a great choice, but kahar won't tell fakhri that.
despite not liking the cold coffee, he took another sip.
“lama ke tunggu?” a voice appeared out of nowhere, startling the poor man. he choked on his drink and the person laughed seeing kahar struggling to maintain his composure. the elder shot fakhri a glare and reached out to the napkin on the table to wipe his lips. luckily the coffee didn’t spill on his coat, or kahar would’ve flipped the cafe table. it’s chanel!
fakhri giggled and took a seat on a vacant chair in front of the latter. sheepishly, he flashed kahar his perfect pearly whites and grabbed the napkin instead; gently, he gestured the elder to face him so he could wipe kahar’s lips. oddly enough, kahar obliged.
“belum apa-apa lagi kau dah sidai aku. budak tak guna.”
kahar mumbled and looked away, his eyes not wanting to make contact with the younger one in front of him. his cheeks are now dusty pink, the tip of his nose also went flushed. why does fakhri look so different?
personality wise, he’s still a hotheaded brat. but right now, the person sitting in front of him is not the fakhri he used to know. the boy’s figure got broader, his cheeks are fluffy yet at the same time his protruding jawline is overpowering his features. not to mention his full pink lips. kahar pushed his hair back and leaned against his chair.
his heart would not stop racing.
fakhri gave him an apologetic look and clasped his hands together. “busy sikit tadi, sumpah!” he shot kahar another cheeky smile, edging his seat closer to the table. it’s been so long since they could mess with each other like this; fakhri missed the feeling so much. after finding out that kahar was visiting the area that day, he got excited. not as excited as getting his SPM results though.
he watched as the elder gave him a sneer as a reply. to fakhri, kahar didn’t change one bit. although personality wise; he’s noticed the older has gotten gentler. but kahar’s still an asshole most of the time.
fakhri rested his chin on his hand, elbow propped against the table. he decided to admire the man sitting cross legged in front of him. kahar’s natural curls are longer; it finally covered the back of his neck fully. his tan skin glowed under the sun, his beauty mark placed neatly on the corner of his eye.
kahar is gorgeous.
fakhri went on and gave the elder’s hand a light tap, asking for permission to hold it. despite hesitating, kahar lets the younger have his ways. eager, fakhri immediately grabbed his hand and attacked it with his lips, leaving soft pecks and butterfly kisses trailing from kahar’s knuckles to his wrist. the elder couldn’t resist, yet he covered his face to hide the embarrassment he’s feeling. “suka pulak kau.”
a gentle chuckle emitted from kahar’s lips as he watched fakhri almost borderline eat his hands away. the younger pouted and put the latter’s hand on his cheek. “rindu pun salah.”
kahar rolled his eyes again.
they both stayed like that for a while, telling each other their stories after leaving KUDRAT. apparently, fakhri is waiting to be accepted into college and kahar figured the younger will do just fine. his SPM results were amazing. he told fakhri a little bit about his background and how he handles adulthood. he decided not to continue studying. kahar lived his life to his own standards now, not caring what anyone has to say.
especially his father.
they chat over cakes and coffee. it felt nice. the desserts weren’t too sweet nor too bland; it was just right. he watched as the younger in front of him demolished his cheesecake, not leaving a single crumb behind. he felt provoked seeing fakhri stuffed his cheeks out. everything the younger does is so adorable to kahar now, and it’s pissing him off.
he caressed the younger’s knuckles, trying to get his attention. fakhri shot him a look and kahar pointed his lips towards a bunch of macaroons on the plate, asking for a bite. fakhri immediately licked his fingers and picked one up. he took a small bite of the piece before feeding the rest to the elder.
fakhri pushed his fingers onto the latter’s lips and watched the elder reiterate by holding his hand tight. kahar gave it a quick and small peck before resting his cheek on the younger’s palm. he doesn’t need a home to hold his ground; he knows he has other people who care deeply about him.
and sometimes, maybe sometimes; home is fakhri.
“jom la jalan-jalan.” fakhri urged as he finished his last spoonful of cake, hand still caressing kahar’s cheek gently. the elder gave him a quick nod and settled down quick. he watched as fakhri stood up to pay for the rest; even when kahar clearly wanted to do it first but lost at rock, paper, scissors.
kahar tidied his hands and went to adjust his coat. as he stood up, he bumped into something hard. he turned around instantly and his face was met with the younger’s chest. kahar was baffled; since when is fakhri this tall?
the younger let out a laugh, and engulfs the speechless kahar in a hug. “benci la.” he mumbled but still went on to return it. fakhri rested his chin on kahar’s head and snuggled himself onto the latter’s soft locks. he let out a laugh again, sending vibrations down to his chest. kahar hugs him tighter, this time, he snakes his arms around the younger’s waist and gives fakhri’s adam’s apple a quick bite.
“geram.” kahar answered shortly when he heard the latter yelped in surprise. fakhri poked his tongue on the corner of his mouth and licked his lips afterwards. he bowed to the elder’s level and whispered something in kahar’s ear, instantly making the man’s face red.
kahar is speechless again. he turned to face the now smirking fakhri in front of him and tip-toed to reach his level. the tips of their noses are touching, and fakhri let his eyes trailed from the latter’s eyes down to his lips. the lips he’s been dying to kiss.
“gatal eh kau, budak tak guna.”
“macam tak biasa.”