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"I can't believe I was bedridden and sick and you all went out together and KISSED! Without Kaelix!!"
Kaelix whines, his dramatics far from subtle or quiet. He slumps over Freodore, who, just a second ago, was in the middle of a retelling about what he and the other boys were up to when they were in Japan while poor poor Kaelix had to stay inside, bedridden at the worst of times.
Freodore could only sigh in response as a mop of white hair forcefully sticks itself right into his personal space and his field of vision. As he gently pushes back the whining spectacle of a man, he makes to pick up his cup of freshly brewed coffee that sat right in front of the pair on a sleek wooden table.
"Don't make up weird ideas, Kaelix. That's not what happened." He responds gracefully, an attempt to deescalate the other's dramatics.
They all just shared a cup of coffee in Japan. They didn't even take a sip from the same side!
Gently blowing on the steam from his cup, he takes in the lovely smell of coffee before taking a leisurely sip. The fine taste spreading over his tongue making him feel happier already, even when the man beside him slumps against the table, face scrunched, hands over his ears and voice louder than before.
"ALALALALALALALA I'M NOT LISTENING ALALALALALALALALA—"
Freodore takes in a deep breath.
This man really is a handful sometimes.
A gorgeous and charismatic handful but yes, still a handful.
Swiftly, but still gently, he sets his cup down once again. His hand still rests on the handle, ready to pick it back up at any moment. But for now he has to handle this large man fake crying and kicking his feet below the table before he can get any peace to go with his beautiful brew.
"Kaelix, sit up please." He says, tone gentle but firm. The other, hearing Freodore's plea, lowers his volume and promptly sits up with no trouble but still unwilling to give up the theatrics just yet, he keeps his hands over his ears and his face all big frowns and downturned brows.
He locks eyes with Freodore, giving him the biggest, most saddest puppy eyes he can muster through all the white strands of hair that flew around while he was having his little dramatic tantrum.
He didn't actually want anything from Freodore when he gave him those big, blue, bright, pleading eyes. He thought that he could drag it out for a few seconds just for the joke, drop the act, laugh about it then continue on to the next topic.
But then he saw Freodore's gaze drop to the floor for a second, then to his cup of coffee, then back to Kaelix.
His expression gradually levelled as he watched a delicate hand gently lift the cup by the handle and make its way closer to him.
"Well, if you're gonna make such a fuss about it, we can share this cup if you'd like?" Freodore huffed, a small smile peeking from his handsome features. "I know it's not fancy coffee from Japan or anything, but I'd like to think that my brew could easily be a great substitute don't you think?"
Kaelix, not expecting this, panicked internally.
He was JESTING. He was doing a little SILLY HAHA JOKE and now Freodore is actually offering to share his coffee, which, mind him, was always very pleasant but Freodore already drank from that cup which, he knows, it wasn't BAD or anything but like-
"N-Not so fast Furi furi! Just a cup of coffee won't be enough to pay back the diabolical FOMO you guys caused me! Interest is due you know! Ahahah—" He responded animatedly, the words escaping his mouth before he could run it through his brain.
Through all that internal panic, he was unable to spot Freodore raising an eyebrow in response to his hastily strung together words, followed with a mischievous glint that flashed through his sunset colored eyes.
Before Kaelix knew it, Freodore had put down his cup once more, focused on the bumbling man in front of him.
Kaelix freezed, his entire body forced into a halt as he registered Freodore's hand coming closer to his face, and his body leaning closer ever so slowly. He had nowhere else to look at but at Freodore's attractive face, and nothing else to listen to but Freodore's low, calming voice that said:
"So if an indirect kiss won't be enough to pay you back, how about this instead?"
Kaelix had no time to question what that meant before he felt a hand land lightly on his cheek and a pair of lips gently press itself onto his own pursed ones.
It was only for a few seconds, but that that moment those few seconds somehow felt like an eternity for Kaelix. Something clawed at his chest, a sudden and breathtaking thing that he couldn't name, at that time the only thing he could feel and think about was the contact of Freodore's lips on his.
Freodore moved away all too quickly, and somehow Kaelix misses the touch of the other on his skin more intensely than he thinks he should be. Occupied by other thoughts, he nearly misses Freodore address him.
"—ould that suffice, Kaelix?"
He snaps back into reality, Freodore's voice somehow gentler than it usually is. (Or was he just imagining it?)
"Uh." He replies intellectually. "Y-Yeah! More than, uh, more than enough!" Laughing awkwardly, he veers his attention away from the other man lest he makes himself looks stupid, all tongue tied and flustered from a tiny, miniscule kiss.
Freodore, ever so suave, simply smiles and turns to focus on his coffee once more with no problem. "Glad to hear then." He says coolly, lifting the cup and taking another sip. But after doing so, a tiny pout of displeasure appears on his lips.
"Oh, the coffee's gone cold." He says, slight disappointment in his voice. He turns towards the other man, the cup now nestled in both his hands.
"Kaelix."
Kaelix almost jumps out of his seat at the sound of his name. "... Yes?"
"Would you like to come with me to get another cup of coffee? This time you can get a cup of your own if you'd like." He offers.
Kaelix jumps up and off his seat immediately, oddly enthusiastic. "Yes!!! I would Iike to!" And without waiting for Freodore's response he rushes towards the nearby kitchen, leaving Freodore slightly dumbfounded at how fast he moved.
A tiny little kiss gives him that much energy, huh?
He could only chuckle lowly before going after him in a much slower pace. He can figure out how to navigate whatever it is he started later.
But for now, they have stories to catch up to and coffee to share.