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They’re waiting their turn in the hallway so that they can finally show off their mascot, Permpoon, as Phuwin shoots a glance at Pond. He looks tired, dark circles surrounding his eyes. Pond flew to Malaysia for his Versace event and back to Thailand in a day, the same week they were practicing for the fanfest and now they’re live so they can promote it. Phuwin has had some pretty grueling schedules himself so he knows how it feels. He worries but he knows Pond can keep it together. He also knows Pond won’t complain at all.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts as their turn comes up and he puts on a smile and gets sucked into the excitement of their mascot, Phuwin shouting for Permpoon to ‘dance, dance, dance’. He genuinely is excited but he also tries a bit harder to be more energetic so Pond can somewhat relax.
When they’re done and not in front of the cameras anymore, Phuwin finds Pond’s eyes and gives him a searching glance - are you okay? - and Pond answers with him a small, knowing smile - don’t worry about me. Phuwin is so fond of this boy who is so thoughtful to a fault. He can’t wait for the live to be over, yearning to reach out and touch Pond, to hear his heartbeat, feel his breath on Phuwin.
They’ve, chaotically, done their interviews with their mascots and a very stressed P’Leo. And they’re now trying the ice creams. Phuwin is comfortably seated on Fourth’s lap when he sees Pond, a little lost in the mess and confused about where to sit. Sweet boy, Phuwin’s brain supplies. Not wanting Pond to move away, Phuwin tries to subtly nudge Pond’s foot with his own, giving him permission to sit on Phuwin’s lap. Pond immediately gets the hint and places his weight carefully on Phuwin’s lap, Pond’s hand unconsciously moving to Phuwin’s leg. Something in Phuwin settles at the feeling of Pond’s body finally touching his and of Pond’s steady hand on his leg. He warms up all the way to his toes, content at Pond being so close. Phuwin can’t keep his eyes off Pond and god, they’re live right now, he needs to look away but it’s like there’s a magnetic pull forcing him to stay locked in on Pond (but, in reality, it’s all on him). His Pond. All his. All Phuwin’s.
When the live is finally over and everything’s been cleared up, they’re finally alone together. A random room they managed to find in the building, knowing Pond needs somewhere to rest, knowing they need to be alone. There’s a couch and Phuwin sits down on it, he looks at Pond, eyes inviting Pond to join him and Pond does. Pond slumps down next to him with a sigh of relief, burying his head into Phuwin’s neck like a puppy and Phuwin can feel Pond’s breath on his skin. Phuwin finally feels like he can truly relax and properly look at Pond and take him in. he takes in Pond’s tired, but always beautiful, always otherworldly face. Phuwin leans his nose on Pond’s head and just, breathes him in - wishing he could bury himself under Pond’s skin. They stay like that for a while, bodies intertwined, fitting together like a puzzle, like they’re made for each other.
After some time, Phuwin places a kiss on Pond’s head and in turn, Pond lifts his head enough to place a lingering kiss on Phuwin’s neck. It makes Phuwin shiver - feeling it down to his spine. Phuwin lifts his hand and caresses Pond’s hair, untangling it and massaging Pond’s head causing Pond to further slump into Phuwin, releasing a tired yet content groan. I love him, Phuwin thinks but won’t say, not because he’s afraid to but because Pond knows and Pond loves him too - Phuwin too knows this. Phuwin puts his hand under Pond’s chin and lifts his head, Pond’s eyes back on Phuwin. Pond smiles, a small, fond little thing that makes Phuwin’s heart make a little harder thump, as if it’s the first time Pond is looking at him. Phuwin leans down and their lips meet. The sound of their lips echoing in the room, a private thing only for them to hear. Pond, as tired as he is, kisses like he wants to extract Phuwin’s soul and keep it all for himself, as if Phuwin hasn’t already handed it to him. Despite that, it’s tender and Pond’s tongue softly asks for permission that is quickly granted. Phuwin’s hand has a gentle grip on Pond’s hair, pulling softly in a way that he knows Pond likes while Ponds hands lay softly on Phuwin’s waist like they belong there, his fingers caressing under his shirt, directly on his warm skin. Pond makes a content grumble that makes Phuwin’s tummy do a funny little flutter as if it was their first time. Pond always, always, has this effect on him. Their lips part and Phuwin runs his fingers along Pond’s jaw, along his lips, along his eyelids. Phuwin moves his hand to Pond’s shoulders, fingers digging into the knots, the stress leaving Pond’s body. A content ‘hm’ leaves Pond’s mouth and his eyes flutter shut.
“You can sleep now, baby”, Phuwin whispers and Pond’s lips lift into a smile that says ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’ and Pond falls asleep knowing Phuwin is there, always.