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Pran doesn't remember anything from last night. He wakes up and the first thing he notices is the colour of the ceiling. Its the strange lights design that really tipped him off that this is not right.
Cloudy from sleep, his gears started to grind into action, trying to trace back memories from the night before. His head hurts so much from the hangover but he has no time to worry about that.
He remembers being upset at Pat's father, and the anger was misdirected at Pat in a misjudgment after the accumulation of stress from work. Pran stormed off to Wai's bar to drink this emotions away, not wanting to hurt his sweet Pat anymore.
Pran remembers drinking so much that he lost consciousness. He remembers hands touching him, and dragging him out of the bar. He remembers being pulled into a car. He remembers a scent - not Pat's scent, touching him, dragging him, and pulling him into a non-Pat scented car.
He jolts up immediately with the startling realisation. Thats when he felt it, a pain shooting up his spine from his hips and thigh. After the initial shock, Pran feels the soreness overtaking the rest of his lower body.
Pat Pat Pat Pat - Pran keeps chanting in his mind.
He looks to his right - an empty bed.
Please please please please
He looks to his left, a picture frame of what looks like a high school class of tiny, but definitely unknown people.
He looks around the room - he doesn't recognise any furniture. The taste too distant from anything remotely Pran nor Pat related.
Panic starts to set in. What the fuck happened?!
Pran takes in deep breathes.
Did I.. Did I get...?
He feels dirty. Which is not helped by the fact that his body literally feels stickiness.
He feels violated.
PAT!
Pran feels the waterworks incoming. He starts to pull his hair and hit his head. Why was I so dumb? Why I did drink so much?! What will Pat think? Will Pat break up with me? Who the fuck is this asshole, this this, criminal, without my fucking consent - !
In a feat of panic, Pran decides to leave this strange place. He notices he is naked under the blanket. Alarm bells start ringing in his head, adrenaline coursing through his veins. FUCK.
He wants to punch the asshole who did this to him. He wants to cry. He wants to scrub his body clean. He wants to find Pat and brawl his eyes out.
He crutches the blanket, wrapping around this body. He ignores the pain in his lower region. He needs to leave ASAP, like 5 minutes ago.
With a sense of urgency he gets out of bed to rush towards the door. However, within his first few steps, he trips over something soft but firm on the ground. He falls face flat towards the ground, his legs tangled into the unknown object.
There goes my escape plan.
Pran turns around to investigate the offensive object and what he saw was a moving person, head covered by a pillow to hide the sunlight, being woken up by the disturbance.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-
"Ughhh Prannnnnnn why did you kick me?" The moving figure whined.
This voice. Pran would recognise this voice anywhere. He stares without saying anything despite relief washing over him instantly. He needs to make sure.
The moving figure finally removed his pillow and turned his head to deliver his signature pout.
Pat.
The onslaught of emotions Pran felt within the last 5 minutes was enough to break him. He scrambled over to Pat, tackling him as he sat up straight against the side of the bed. He hugs him tight and the waterworks came. Pran feeling relief was a huge understatement. He felt safe. He feels grounded, here with his Pat. He allows the terrifying emotions to be washed away by his tears.
"Wha - Pran? ...Pran?" Pat was utterly confused. He had just woken up with a headache from the hangover. Pran had kicked him awake, and apparently he was sleeping on the floor, naked? And now naked Pran is hugging him like his life depended on it and crying his hearts out.
He assumes that Pran is probably apologising for their fight and his misdirected anger. He pats Pran on the back, and repeats "its ok" and "love you". It doesn't seem to work as Pran hugs him tighter and tighter until Pat finds it a little harder to breath and just opts to stay there quietly rubbing his back as Pran lets out his emotions.
After a while Pran seems to have ran out of tears and stamina judging from the little sniffles coming from Pat's chest.
Pat takes his as a cue to speak. "Let's move up to the bed ok?" Pat's back is starting to hurt from the press of it to the wooden frame.
Pran shakes his head and continues to clutch at Pat's biceps not allowing him to go anywhere. He looks so small in his lap.
Pat gives a fond peck to his hair, "We'll go together okay? This position is not good for my back."
Pran doesn't reply and Pat thinks thats progress. Pran doesn't move away from his grasp or make any movement to move away and up to the mattress.
Pat sighs and thanks his days at the gym as he circle his arms on Pran's waist and with some difficulty, lifts the both of them up. He slightly loses his balance and he was forced to throw Pran on the mattress to protect him. Pran rolls away slightly before turning back in a panic to grab Pat and close the distance.
Pat falls onto Pran trying to lift his weight up to avoid crushing him, but Pran is not having it, he refuses to have even a millisecond of distance between them.
Its at this point that Pat knows this is more than the fight. This is something bigger that is making Pran feel this way.
Pat moves his face so he can look into Pran's eyes. He moves the bangs from Pran's face and rub away the water stains on his cheeks.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He says in the softest voice he can muster. His hangover headache can wait.
Pran just stares at Pat like he's the most important most precious thing in the world. Pat decides to not repeat the question and gives Pran some space to talk about it.
"... where are we?" Pran finally asks quietly.
"Hmm?" Pat looks around the room. "Oh, Korn's. Its his new place."
Pran's eyes widen, comically big that they look like they are going to pop up.
"... how. Why..., what...?" Pran doesn't know what questions to ask first.
Pat seems to understand the disjointed questions, "You don't remember do you? You passed out."
Pran nods.
"Well, lets see. I was upset too so I went to the bar and started to drink. I thought maybe you wanted space and didn't want to see me so I was in a corner."
Pat moved them to a more comfortable position. He lies on his back while Pran continues to hang off him.
"I was drunk but still awake. I think you were even worse. Wai said you passed out after telling him to call me to get you home. I couldn't drive so Korn offered. I couldn't stand straight at all so Korn had to carry you to his car."
Oh. That explains the non-Pat scented person dragging me to a non-Pat scented car.
Pran seemed to relax a little - he didn't even realise he was so so tense.
"And then, if I remember correctly, I threw up all over you in the back seat. Korn freaked out, like totally. He decided that his house was nearer because he needs to get the stink out of his car as soon as possible, like right now as he kept repeating." Pat shrugs his shoulders.
That's why I feel sticky.
Pat feels Pran relaxing and he feels glad. Still not enough, but almost. He thinks that maybe his emotions will be soothed by the story uncovering his memories of last night.
"Anyway in the rush to get both of us out, you fell out of the car into the hard tarmac road and hurt your butt. Don't worry I made sure to pout real hard so Korn knows how displeased I was at him for not taking good care of you." To prove his point, Pat pouted, eliciting a small smile from Pran. "Now you have a bruise here, my poor baby."
Oh so that's why it hurts. Pran lets Pat move a hand to rub the sore area around his hips.
"Korn tried to change our clothes, because vomit. I resisted hard you know, defend your honour, no one else should see your naked body. So I, the greatest boyfriend maybe terrible friend, fought him off, until he puts his hands up and surrendered and gave up his bedroom for us." Pat huffs and almost looks proud. "Oh, by the way, we are paying for his car cleaning and buying new sheets and pillows. He says we owe him."
There was information in there that Pran quietly took note of and decides will circle back to later. He needs to finish hearing the story first.
"Somehow I removed our clothes. I probably forgot to make us wear something. Anyway we cuddled under the blanket and fell asleep. Oh, maybe I fell down the bed sometime while sleeping? Its a single bed afterall.... Then thats about it?"
Pat cocks his head to the side to observe Pran's reaction.
"Hmm."
By now, Pat seems to have gotten a slight clue of what's going on from Pran's reactions and his own reflections throughout the story.
"You thought you woke up alone. Naked in a strange room, a strange bed." Pat's words are firm.
Pran stays quiet and digs his face further in Pat. The digging of his nails in Pat's waist was more than enough information.
"I couldn't remember your scent last night as I was dragged to the car."
Pat's guess was correct. He tightens his hold on Pran.
"Oh baby. I'm sorry for making you feel that terrifying experience." Pat tries to imagine waking up naked in an unknown bed and he struggles to finish the thought - he would hate it, he would feel scared, he would feel disgusting and more.
Pran shakes his head vigorously in his hold. "No. I shouldn't have drunk so much."
"You can drink however much you want. You told Wai to take care of you. You told Wai to find me." Pat doesn't want Pran to victim blame himself. He doesn't want anyone to victim blame themselves.
"You said, you don't want anyone to see me naked. Defend my honour."
Pat was a bit confused at that, and he hums so Pran can continue.
"Will you break up with me then, if that happens?" Pran feels so small he wants to hide in a corner.
Oh no no no no. That was not Pat's intention at all. He needs to correct this.
Pat pulls away so he can look at Pran's face. Sure enough tears are starting to form again. He cradles his cheeks.
"Pran, if what you thought happened really happened. I will never blame you when you are a victim. I will always be with you, no matter what. It's not, its never cheating or sex if there's no consent at all. That's assualt, a crime."
Pran feels so loved and relief. He has a wish that if only everyone thinks like Pat. He produces a small smile.
"The other person will probably be dead. Maybe I have to leave you to go to jail but I will never leave you voluntarily."
That earns Pat a mock smack. "Don't joke." Pran says but his smile betrays him.
"Not joking. I don't know what I will do if..." Pat stops himself. Just thinking about it makes it unbearable.
Pran understands. And he would do the same for Pat too. To fight for and protect Pat. To keep him safe from all the evils and dangers. So he hums in agreement.
"How are you feeling now?"
He wants to think about nothing but Pat. He wants Pat to squeeze the remaints of the negative emotions out. Pran basks in the overwhelming embrace of Pat's scent.
"I feel... you." Pran says as he snuggle deeper into Pat's chest, their two naked bodies pressing each other in all the right places. But Pran feels nothing but softness and safety. He doesn't want sex right now, he just wants Pat.
Pat, again, understands and circles back his protective arms around. "Okay." Pat's breathing is doing wonders for comforting Pran.
They stay like this in their own world, naked and flushed together, basking under the soft sunlight, enjoying the intimate embrace in this tiny bed. Its times like this that they wished it was only them in the world, without any disturbance, though it is a bit worrisome for Pat that his dick is starting to awaken due to all the rubbing and close proximity to -
"I BOUGHT BREAKFAST. COME OUT TO EAT." Korn's loud voice comes accompanied with the loud banging on the door. Silence. Pat and Pran too shocked to respond. There were some moments of hesitation before the doorknob rattles;
"YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX IN THERE I SWEAR - "