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Lift
“Tinn! Tinn, there’s a cat in the tree, you have to help me -”
Blearily, Tinn blinks at his phone screen. He was napping, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t remember what plane of existence he’s on right now. “What? Gun, I can’t -”
“Just come outside,” Gun interrupts. “Hurry!”
Before Tinn can gather any more information, the call ends.
Okay?
Rubbing his eyes, he reaches for his glasses from the bedside table and puts them on, unable to hold back another yawn. His stomach grumbles, reminding Tinn that he’d taken his impromptu nap before eating, but first Gun. Right.
Doing as instructed, Tinn hurries down the stairs and out to the frontyard. “Gun? Where -”
“Here!” Gun’s voice floats down from somewhere on the left. Following the sound, Tinn arrives at a tree, where Gun is staring up at the branches, one hand over his eyes to shield him from the sun. “Tinn, there’s a cat up there,” he points.
Tinn follows his hand. Indeed, there’s a tabby cat in the branches. He would say it looks annoyed, or maybe scared, but unfortunately Tinn has no idea what expressions cats make when they’re annoyed or maybe scared. “Ah,” he says, for lack of anything else to say. “We’re going to get it down?”
Gun nods. “I’ll stay here and keep an eye on it so it doesn’t run away, and you can get th-”
He doesn’t finish the sentence because Tinn steps forward and bends slightly, wraps his arms around Gun’s waist and lifts. “Can you reach it?”
There’s a moment of silence.
“Gun?”
“Wh- yeah, yeah I can - I’ll get it,” Gun clears his throat and reaches out. The cat, apparently unbothered by all of this, simply hops into his proffered arms. “Okay, done!”
Tinn nods and lowers his boyfriend, stumbling a little bit at the shift of weight. “Oh - you okay, Gun?”
The position they’re in is almost a dip, Gun blinking up at Tinn with his mouth open.
Tinn tilts his head. “Gun?” he tries again.
“You’re so unfair,” Gun says after a moment, and Tinn blinks, taking in the redness of his ears. Ah.
Grinning from ear to ear, Tinn straightens their position. “Am I?”
The cat in Gun’s arms meows, and they both startle. “Oh!” Stepping away, Gun lowers the cat to the ground. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks the cat, which is so cute Tinn wants to swoon.
The cat blinks at Gun once, swivelling to look at Tinn before walking away. They watch the cat in silence.
Tinn’s stomach grumbles again, and Gun’s attention snaps to him, a small smile settling on his face.
“Food?” he offers.
“Food,” Tinn nods, holding out a hand. Cats and naps aren't very filling, after all.
Pushup
“Do you think you could lift me?” Gun asks out of the blue.
Tinn pauses in his typing. “Lift as in…carry?”
Putting down the notebook he’s been scribbling random lyrics in, Gun shakes his head. “No, like…I saw this video of a guy doing pushups with his girlfriend on his back.”
Tinn stares at his boyfriend. “Gun, when in your entire life have you seen me do a pushup?”
“Never, that’s why I think it would be funny,” Gun declares, doubling down. When Tinn just looks at him, he purses his lips. “Please, Tinn? I’m running low on creativity, I need inspiration?”
Like the helplessly in love fool he is, Tinn crumbles, sighing. “Okay, fine.” Putting his laptop to the side, he stands up and stretches. He supposes he was due for a break anyway. “We’ll do it here?”
Nodding, Gun jumps up from his spot. “I’ll go get the yoga mat, hold on.”
Once everything’s laid out, Tinn eyes the mat. “Let me do a pushup myself and then I’ll lift you?” He gets a thumbs up, and Tinn stretches out over the mat. Deep breath in, he’s got this.
Tinn manages three pushups before his arms give out. Gun claps enthusiastically even as he laughs. “That was great, Tinn, you looked so handsome.”
Rolling onto his side, Tinn rolls his eyes playfully. “If I fall and break something you’ll have to take care of me, you know.”
“I know,” Gun says cheerfully and pats his shoulder. “Okay, get in position.”
Tinn does as told - now that they’re doing it, he’s kind of curious if he’ll be able to do it too. “You can get on,” he says once he’s positioned properly. Gun hums, and Tinn feels him straddle his back, hands lightly holding onto his shoulders.
“Good?” Gun asks, and Tinn nods.
Okay. One, two -
To quite possibly no one’s surprise, Tinn manages half a pushup before collapsing, and they both end up on the floor.
Glancing sideways, Tinn catches Gun’s eye - and something about the situation, both of them lying on the floor with their limbs tangled, is so funny that Tinn can’t help laughing, and then Gun starts laughing too, and suddenly they’re both just laughing on the floor.
On a totally unrelated note, Tinn decides he should start doing more pushups.
Picking up in a hug
It’s habit more than anything that makes Tinn open his apartment door, half asleep and tired. He’s not expecting anyone, and it’s way too late to be any of his friends, so he has no idea what to expect.
Seeing his boyfriend there - his boyfriend, who is supposed to be on tour right now on the other side of the world - grinning and holding a flower bouquet, Tinn’s heart suddenly finds itself working overtime.
He blinks stupidly. “Gun?” Is he hallucinating? He might be hallucinating. Tinn knows he’s been staying up late with studying but he really needs to rest if he’s -
“Tinn.”
Jumping a foot in the air, Tinn’s eyes widen. Not a hallucination. “Oh my god, Gun!”
Gun laughs and holds out the bouquet. “Surprise?”
“Surp- what -” unable to form words, Tinn takes the bouquet and places it on the key table before throwing his arms around his boyfriend and hugging with enough vigor to lift Gun off the ground.
Gun startles, then starts laughing. “Put me down,” he grins, clutching his boyfriend’s shoulders to keep his balance. “Tinn, we’re going to - put me down, oh my god -”
Tinn just wraps his arms tighter, adamantly shaking his head. “I missed you so much,” he declares. “Let me have this.”
“I will once you put me down, Tinn, I need to pee -”
Piggyback
Tinn walks into the rented out room and instantly zeroes in on his boyfriend, singing on the mini stage. Gun looks like a mess - the hot kind, hair ruffled and cheeks flushed, and everything in Tinn feels ten times lighter just by the sight of him.
And like always, Gun manages to sense him without even seeing him - Tinn watches the way he pauses and starts surveying the room, the way he stops at Tinn and just lights up, everything else melting away. “Tinn!”
It’s less of a walk and more of a stumble, but Gun gets off the stage and half collapses into Tinn’s arms, grinning wide and eyes sparkling.
Fond enough to burst, Tinn smiles at his boyfriend. “Hi there.”
“Hi,” Gun says back, somewhere between a laugh and a statement. He reaches up to push back Tinn’s hair, smile widening. “I missed you.”
“So did I,” Tinn laughs. “Are you having fun?”
Glancing back at the others, Gun hums. “Yeah. Miss them a lot.” There’s an undertone of melancholy in his voice - Chinzhilla are taking a small hiatus for graduation before officially starting up again, but Tinn knows how much Gun misses music and his friends. He’s glad, at least, that they’re having fun now.
Shaking his head, Gun steps back into Tinn’s space. “Tinn.”
“Hmm?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Tinn tilts his head, amused. “What is it?”
Stepping back slightly, Gun looks at him, eyes serious. “I’m - very drunk.”
Unable to help the laugh that escapes him, Tinn grins. “I can tell.” Even if he hadn’t gotten Tiw’s phone call, Tinn was prepared to take home a drunk Gun - they’d talked about it beforehand and Tinn made sure to let his boyfriend know that he didn’t have to worry about staying sober today.
Nodding, Gun reaches up to wrap his arms around Tinn’s neck. “You look happy,” he says, cupping Tinn’s face. He turns it side to side, like he’s trying to check for injuries.
Reaching up to put his hand over Gun’s, Tinn’s grin widens even further. “I’m always happy with you,” he says, and admires the way Gun’s blush engulfs his ears.
“So sappy,” he complains, but it’s murmured so sweetly Tinn cannot take it as anything but a compliment.
“For you? Always.”
Gun blinks at him, as if the answer is something mind blowing instead of something Tinn says to him on a daily basis, and leans up to kiss him. Tinn has no objections to that - he happily leans in, wrapping his arm around Gun’s waist and pulling him in. The kiss tastes faintly of alcohol, but it also tastes of lip balm and something intrinsically Gun so Tinn doesn’t mind, not really. And the way Gun melts into him is more than worth it.
The kiss is abruptly broken by Pat bumping into them, clearly drunk. His glasses are missing, and he squints at them. “Tinn? ‘re you…taller?”
Glancing down at himself, Tinn checks to make sure he hasn’t suddenly grown in the last thirty seconds. “No?”
Pat pauses, then nods. “Okay.” He wanders off.
Turning back to his boyfriend, who looks utterly disgruntled at having his kiss interrupted, Tinn sputters out a laugh. “Want to go home, Gun?”
There’s no hesitation in the nod that follows. “Yeah. More kissing.”
“Sure,” Tinn agrees, though he knows there’s a very high chance Gun will fall asleep before any kissing takes place. He turns to lead them towards the door, but Gun abruptly pauses.
Concerned, Tinn turns back to him. “What’s wrong?”
Gun blinks, then tilts his head down, pouting. “Don’t wanna walk.” It’s so unlike Gun and yet so utterly him that Tinn feels a flurry of warmth settle in his chest.
Shaking his head, he laughs. “Okay.” Squatting down, Tinn turns his head. “Get on.”
There’s a pause, and then Gun steps forward, wrapping his arms around Tinn’s neck. As soon as Tinn stands back up, Gun wraps his legs around his waist. “Don’t drop me,” he murmurs into Tinn’s neck, head drooping already.
Tinn softens. “Never,” he promises, and hefts Gun slightly before starting to walk. They step out of the door into the chilly night, Tinn waving goodbye to Tiw and Por, who look the least drunk. The walk is silent for a bit, and Tinn starts to think Gun’s fallen asleep right up until a soft kiss lands on his cheek.
Equal parts embarrassed and amused, Tinn stops. “Gun?”
Face buried in Tinn’s neck, Gun hums. “Love you,” he mumbles.
Tinn blinks and then ducks his head, trying to ignore the way heat spreads up his neck. “Love you too, Gun. Let’s go home.”
Bridal carry
“How much further is the location, Tinn?” Slightly out of breath, Gun glances up at the sky. “I don’t think we have much time left.”
Checking his phone again, Tinn hums. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. There’s only five more minutes of walking before we get there.” The performance doesn’t start for another half an hour, but he knows Gun needs time to warm up and get used to the acoustics of the place.
“Okay,” Gun nods, and pushes up the sleeves of his shirt again. “Ugh, I really hope the place is air conditioned because I smell like sweat,” he scrunches his nose. He looks stressed, but even now Tinn can’t help but find him ridiculously cute.
Patting his trusty shoulder bag, Tinn gives him a grin. “Don’t worry, I packed deodorant in case you need it.”
Eyeing the incredibly full bag, Gun snorts. “What didn’t you pack in there?”
“A folding chair,” Tinn says, deadpan, and Gun lets a startled laugh escape him. The tense set to his shoulders relaxes just slightly, which is exactly what Tinn was trying to do. He smiles - he’s glad Gun can relax, even a little bit, around him.
“Do you think - oh no.”
Focused on his phone, Tinn doesn’t realize Gun’s stopped walking until he’s a few paces ahead. He turns to look at his boyfriend, confused. “Gun? What’s wrong?”
Brow furrowed, Gun points to the ground, where there’s a huge puddle of muddy water. “I can’t walk through that in my outfit, I’m supposed to perform in these shoes,” he frowns.
Tinn looks at the ground, then back up at Gun.
“Maybe we can take the other road, and th- what the - Tinn, are you s- Tinn!”
Not paying his boyfriend any attention, Tinn carefully lifts Gun in a bridal hold and walks over the puddle, splashing himself a bit in the process. “There. Your shoes won’t get dirty now.”
Gun blinks. “You’re such a -” he pauses, then shakes his head, wrapping his arms tighter around Tinn’s neck.
Grinning, Tinn gently lowers him back to the ground. “Was that cool?”
Huffing out a laugh, Gun nods. “Very cool. My hero,” he teases. Interlocking their arms, he turns around to keep walking. “We can’t be late now, let’s go.”
Tinn laughs and follows.
+1
“Thank you for today, everyone!” Gun calls out to the crowd, who scream even louder in response. Glancing at Sound, he grins. “Thank you for all the love and support you’ve shown us!” Sound smiles back, sweat rolling down his face. “We have one more very special song I’d like to sing tonight, and this one’s dedicated to a very specific person -”
Gun has to pause as the crowd grows so loud he can’t be heard anymore. Win snorts, resting his bass against his hip, and Gun waits for the noise to die down a little. “Okay. I’d like to invite a very special person on stage, who’s technically said yes to me already, but I want to make sure everyone gets to see how lucky I am.”
Sound reaches up to cover his ears, grinning, as the noise swells again. From behind them, Por leans into his mic and laughs. “Gun, stop teasing them or my eardrums will burst.”
Laughter ripples through the crowd, and Gun runs a hand through his hair, discreetly wiping away the sweat. “Okay,” he laughs. “I’m going to -” he turns to look offstage, where he can just make out Tinn, eyes wide in confusion and delight. “Actually, wait, I want to do something.”
Stepping away from the mic, he whispers something to Sound, who nods. Turning to the crowd, the guitarist steps in front of the mic. “Let’s start the song before Gun gets back. Can you guys count us in? Backwards from four, okay?” Pat raises his drumsticks, and Gun hurries across the stage, ducking behind the curtain where Tinn is.
“Gun, what -” Tinn starts to ask, shaking his head even as his smile widens.
“Are you okay with this?” Gun interrupts. “Coming onstage?” He’d already asked Tinn before the show - about announcing their engagement - but he had pretended it would be after the set, not during it. He’ll make up an excuse, he’ll figure it out, but if Tinn doesn’t want to come onstage Gun refuses to force him.
Tinn blinks, then nods. “Yes - yes, yeah, anything, but -”
Gun lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay. Okay. I’m so nervous. Ready?”
Eyes wide, Tinn laughs, more overwhelmed than amused. “Ready for wh-?”
Reaching down to lace their hands together, Gun tugs him onto the stage. The lights are already up, the song started, and Gun just grins and waves at the spike in cheers. Walking up to the mic, he removes it from the stand and turns to face Tinn, still holding his hand. ‘I love you’, he mouths, squeezing Tinn’s hand, and starts.
Tinn’s eyes are watery, smile wide enough to rival any star in the sky, and he mouths along to the lyrics - so familiar, now, that Gun wants to stop singing and just listen to Tinn. Instead, he keeps going, turning back to the audience just enough so that it doesn’t look like he’s ignoring them.
As soon as Sound’s solo starts up, Gun takes a deep breath and drops to one knee. The crowd goes insane.
“Tinn. Will you -”
He doesn’t even get a chance to finish, because Tinn is already pulling him back up, nodding frantically. “Yes,” he repeats over and over again, the same way Gun had done only a few weeks ago in their living room. “Always, yes, you -”
In one smooth movement, Gun wraps his arms around Tinn’s waist and lifts him up. It startles Tinn, who grabs onto his shoulders for balance, but then he’s laughing and his eyes are sparkling and he looks so beautiful right here that Gun is just -
The crowd loses it, and this time the rest of Chinzhilla join in too.