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Day tapped his foot as he leaned back against the brick wall that trapped Diesel's school. The small, white plastic bag he held rustled as the wind brushed past him. He constantly kept checking his phone, watching each minute go by, biting his lip anxiously.
Day didn't exactly have many relationships in the past, but he still remembers the time he dated a girl in his year, Jennie. That was short-lived by a month because he didn't celebrate their one-month anniversary. He remembers thinking it was stupid at the time, he was 14, and while he still doesn't see much importance in it, Diesel is the most difficult person he's ever met, even more so than Ozone when they met shortly after his uncle's death and was forced to be his caretaker, and tomorrow would mark his and Diesel's five month anniversary and he is dead set on keeping this relationship alive as long as he is and while they haven't celebrated the other four months he can only blame that on his own hesitancy and awkwardness in the beginning stages.
As he debated opening his chat with Diesel and warning him of his appearance, he heard hundreds of voices overlapping each other and turned to find groups of students filing out the glass doors. He quickly pocketed his phone, standing up a bit straighter as he peered around for his boyfriend. As he thought about seeing Diesel and his shocked, cocky expression at finding Day outside his school, he felt his lips turn up. It's almost embarrassing how much he likes him. Lost in thought, his attention finally locks onto the crowd of students when he notices it's replenished, and there are now only around ten students loitering around.
He double-checks the surroundings, and when he sees no Diesel, he frowns. Where could he be? Did he walk past just now? No, he surely would've seen him, right? He catches two girls walking past him, giggling at some video one of them is showing. Instinctively, he jogs over.
"Hey!" the girls startle slightly and turn as he takes his last few steps, "Sorry. Sorry, it's just have you guys seen Diesel?" Both the girls stare blankly at him, "Diesel Sasipattana?" he supplies.
One of the girls giggles, making eye contact with her friend, " yeah we know who Diesel is." Day felt himself buffer, god he feels like he's in middle school all over again. He presses his lips together.
"Okay, well, have you seen him?"
"No, sorry." She nods awkwardly at him, nudging the other girl's arm that is looped around hers. He sighs in return and shows a thin-lipped smile.
"Sorry for bothering you then," he wai's quickly, swiftly turning around. He takes one step when he hears a gasp.
"Wait!" he turns to see the girl's friend, who's slightly shorter with a wavy bob, with an expression that can only be described as a light bulb moment. "I actually saw him last period."
Day immediately brightens up. "Really? Is he in your class?" The girl thought she could almost see a golden tail wagging behind him. Who exactly is this guy to Diesel?
The girl's enthusiasm dampened slightly, "nnnno I saw him through the class window, he was walking down the corridor- no, actually, he was like storming, he looked super angry." Day focused on every single word and found himself getting increasingly more worried.
"Okay.. well, thank you anyway, that helps a lot more," he had an earnest look on his face, but the polite smile on his face was dull. He gave a quick wave bye, walking off towards the school.
The first girl chuckled slightly in disbelief, grabbing her friend's arm.
"He was… Kinda cute, huh?" The second girl shyly mentioned, while her friend immediately slapped her shoulder.
"Gross! he gave total creep vibes." Her friend pouted at that response.
"Nooo, he was like a lost puppy! Plus, he has a handsome jawline."
"Whatever."
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There was a mantra of obscenities running through Diesel's mind right now. He had been scrolling through Instagram minutes prior, trying to save himself from the bleak rambling of his teacher. He can understand that what they're saying may be important, but why should he even bother when he knows he's already set for life by his father.
The origin of his crisis came from a notification. Such a thing that others would consider almost significant but Diesel had felt like an ice bucket was poured on him at the sight of it. At first, he expected nothing of it, probably another loser, but as he goes to click on it on instinct, he recognises the contact name.
'f=Father' his screen read. He already felt the muscles in his jaw tense, his feet pressing down, grounding himself to the earth. The previous night, he had got into what his father would call a fight, but he felt punishment was more fitting. And it was all because he dropped a stupid plate, probably worth more than some people's rent. His eyes drifted to the cracked, dark red scab that had formed on his palm from that night. He remembers so vividly the tightening of his fingers on the ceramic shard as his father spat in his face, spouting words that Diesel can't even recall because of the sharp ring deafening his ears. The text was so short yet dealt such a deep blow.
Father:
We need to talk.
As he stared blankly, another came shortly after.
Father:
We need to talk.
Last night hasn't been dealt with yet.
He squeezed his phone so tightly he could almost be worried it would crumble in his hand. He felt like his head was filling up with water, with roaring waves knocking into the sides of his skull, while he felt as if his heart was set aflame, beating rapidly, panicked as it gets engulfed in a monstrous heat. The chair screeches loudly, causing classmates to flinch and whip their heads around, before he even notices he's already slamming open the classroom door, stomping down the hallway. The teacher hopelessly calls after him, not even caring to actually chase, it's just Diesel having another tantrum again, huh?
He almost felt like he broke the door down when he shouldered it open. Day had tried, he really did, to help him get a grip on his emotions; he was feeling better, he swears he was, but a volcano always has to erupt at some point. He breathed in shakily as he felt the cool spring hit his face, the sun warming his skin while the wind kept him from sweating. He couldn't stop walking, not until he was out of sight, not until he couldn't hear obnoxious laughter through open classroom windows. He found himself turning right, cramped in the dark space between two school buildings, just tall brick walls casing him in.
He abruptly stopped, and he paused for a moment, his chest heaving. He felt red hot, anger and despair bubbling up inside him. He yanked his backpack off his own shoulder, throwing it to the rocky floor, watching it skid across, making an awful grating noise. He recognised the heat radiating off his phone transferring to his hand and tossed it to the floor, clattering next to the bag.
He couldn't even stand the sight, turning around, looking out to the light that tried to breach into the dark space. With nothing to hold, his fingers curl in digging crescents into his palms. Just as he felt the sweet sting of pain, he startled at doors creaking open, followed by joyful chatter. Suppose class ended, huh. He stepped further into the dark, trying to hide as much as he could. His hands, now limp at his sides, come up to cup around his mouth. he hadn't acknowledged his wavering breathing until now, trying to focus on counting as he breathes in, holds, and exhales. He finds himself ignoring the seconds with the panic in his body rising; it felt like he was sinking, desperately gripping onto anything to keep himself up, but just finds his hands slipping, letting himself get dragged further and further.
He had now noticed the burning sting of his eyes, they felt dry and the tears forming felt like lava. He pushed the heels of his palms into them applying more and more pressure until a static grey started clouding his vision. He closed his right hand into a fist followed by a deep smack to the side of his skull a dull ache spreading as the white noise flooding his ears reached a sort of tranquility. The pure shock of the pain slowed the pace of his breathing.
He slid his hands down, holding onto the back of his neck. His fingers bent, digging his nails slightly into the thin skin when light footsteps sounded behind him.
"Diesel?" he could probably recognise that voice in a loud bustling amusement park; He's almost convinced that Day has spider tingles that can sense his distress. He didn't want to turn around. He didn't want to see those glossy puppy dog eyes, and he hated for Day to even see him during these monstrous breakdowns. He knows Day has accepted that there will always be this grossly angry side to diesel but he respected his opinion, and to have him see Diesel in this state made him panic. This is the side that drives everyone away, just ask Lukjan. His hands relaxed against his neck as he tried to build enough composure to speak.
He didn't turn around as he spoke, "listen i'm not exactly in the best fucking mood right now-" listening to his own voice wobble felt like torture enough. He tried to swallow, but it was like his throat was filled with cement, leaving an unsettling pressure.
He felt large, warm hands grab onto his shoulders as they pivoted his body, his line of sight now directed at Day's shoes. He felt the lump in his throat grow, almost choking on it as he slowly turned his head up, meeting Day's eyes. Maybe he could just avoid it, stare right at his mole just underneath his eyes, which is infuriatingly cute. It's hard to focus on anything when Day's face is in front of him.
"Diesel." Those big hands came up, cupping his face; He couldn't help but stare back into his eyes. "Can you breathe with me-"
"Stop- stop. Can we not do that breathing bullshit right now? I'm not in the fucking mood." His words were harsh, but he felt himself melt into Day's touch. All he wanted was him right now. It's all he needed.
Day's thumb started rubbing underneath his eye, soothing the blossoming red skin from the pressure his hands had dealt before. "Okay," he nodded patiently.
Diesel wished he could punch him, push him, anything to get him out of here, but he felt all his other senses fighting against those solutions. "Can you leave. I'll meet up with you later-"
"No." Diesel felt a loud, annoyed sigh come out of him. "At least you're breathing slowly now." Diesel paused, his eyes squinting judgmentally.
"Are you cracking jokes right now?" Day softly smiled and shrugged. "Answer puppy."
"Well you wouldn't do the breathing exercises." Diesel mockingly laughed, shoving his shoulder effectively causing Day's hands to slip off his face. He chuckled slightly in response to Diesel's annoyance, but he felt the good mood slip from him as his face smoothed back into a serious one. "What… happened?" just as Diesel thought his problems could finally escape his mind. He rolled his eyes at the quick mood switch. Day had eased him into a trap called confrontation. he tried to step away backwards when Day's hand reached out, cupping the back of his neck. The touch was so soft compared to his own hands. "Look at me."
Diesel closed his eyes, collecting himself for a moment before he opened them back up, meeting day’s.
"Was it… did your dad do something?" His words were said so carefully, he could feel the anxiety radiating off of Day.
"He just. Texted me during class." He watched Day process the information, and as he took a breath in to speak, he quickly cut him off, "look i don't want to fucking think about." He grabbed Day's hand, linking their fingers as their arms dropped down. "actually… i want to make out with my boyfriend and sleep."
He watched the flicker of hesitation in Day's eyes fly past. "I don't think that's a good idea-"
Diesel squeezed his hand. "Are you not attracted to me anymore?" Day opened his mouth to respond, but closed it quickly, flustered, his face going a nice shade of pink.
"Stop you're twisting my words!" Day felt insane watching Diesel's mood flips. He would hope at one point he'd get used to it, but his shock will never waver. Diesel just chuckled, his smile wide like the Cheshire cat and his eyes crinkled into crescent moons.
His left hand slid up Day's neck, taking a firm grip on his hair as he gently pushed it forward, connecting their lips. Day matched Diesel's slow rhythm in a daze, his eyes relaxing closed when a sharp pain blooms in his bottom lip. "Ow! what the-" his whole face scrunched as only his head backed up from Diesel on reflex. His eyes opened to see a satisfied smirk on his boyfriend's face. "You're an animal! That's not the kind of eating I thought we were doing."
Diesel just hummed, amused. His hand unwrapped from day's joining his left one at Day's neck, hooking his arms casually on his shoulders. "I do love make outs after breakdowns, but I think you were enjoying it too much." and Day. Poor sweet Day's face dropped.
"I didn't want to take advantage of-" Diesel groaned at his immediate worrying, dropping his head onto his chest. Although he felt a nice warmth bloom in his chest, knowing how much he cared.
"Learn to take a joke sometimes." Day nodded his lips forming a thoughtful pout like he was taking Diesel's request into serious consideration. "God knows how Ozone puts up with you," he snarked as his arms dropped from Day's shoulders, swiftly turning to pick up his items. He crouches down and reaches for his phone. He finds himself hesitating but brushes it off quickly, shoving it into his bag. As he stands up, he feels the bag strap slip right through his hands. He hadn't even noticed day following him. He swings the bag around his shoulder.
"I'll be taking that," he smiles down at Diesel. What a dork.
"I don't even know why people like you." He shook his head to make it seem like he was seriously thinking about it. Day bumped his shoulder with Diesel's as they both started walking in sync out of the alleyway.
"But you know why you like me?" He smirked while his eyes never left Diesel's face.
Diesel raised an eyebrow amused, "do you really need to know?"
Day's eyes softened along with his smile. "No," he quietly remarked. "I really don't."
Diesel felt a queasy feeling build up inside him. he broke eye contact, which is when he noticed the small plastic bag. He pointed one finger down, "What's that?"
"oh it's-"
Day was abruptly cut off by Diesel snatching it, both hands pulling the bag open. "Three pots of instant noodles, huh?"
Day chuckled, "That's my indirect way of asking you to come for dinner my house tonight." He looked away, clearing his throat. "And sleeping over?"
Diesel rolled his eyes fondly. "You talk like we're thirteen," he giggles. As it goes quiet, he think back to the message. 'we need to talk'. His face becomes sullen, but he turns to day and smiles. "Yes I'll sleep over."
Day smiles brightly and grabs Diesel's hand as they walk through the school gates. "Great and you're not escaping morning hugs tomorrow because it's a Saturday." Diesel just shakes his head. "And I may have a surprise." Diesel's head snaps up at that.
"You're awful. Why bring something up when you can't tell me?" Day just winks back at him. "Anyway we can't just have noodles for dinner."
"I'll order fried chicken. No cooking stress today."
"I'll order chicken. You're poor," he narrowed his eyes at Day who played up an offended reaction.
"One day I'll order every single piece of fried chicken in Thailand and prove you wrong."
Diesel peered at him through the side of his eye. "Let's go home. So you can stop babbling nonsense," he slips his hand out of Day's to walk ahead.
Day walks slowly behind watch the small plastic bag swing in Diesel's hand. However all his thoughts are occupied by the easiness in how Diesel called Day's place his home.
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Diesel sighed as he leaned back in his chair, which didn't match Day's or Ozone's but was pulled from some type of storage closet. His hand rested on his stomach full. He looked up after he heard the plates clatter, watching as Day collected all of them as he placed them in the sink. He didn't know what it was, but seeing the calm, domestic Day at home did things to him. He always felt like a stupid schoolboy with his first crush, butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He wished he could squash them. Lost in thought, he slightly jolts at a tap on his shoulder. He looks up and see's Day signalling with his head over to his bedroom.
Diesel groans as he stands up, "night ozone." day smiles at him freakily the whole way to his bedroom, which diesel immediately confronts when they close the door. "The hell is that look on your face?"
"Your soft spot for him is so obvious."
Diesel pauses in disbelief. "You disgust me. There is nothing soft here i am all stone."
Day nods his eyebrows raised like he's not believing a word. "Mhm." As Day turns from him, he feels a jab in his side.
"What the fuck!" he turns to day who has his arms up immediately in surrender. He squints angrily up at him. They both stare for a moment before Diesel's hands make contact with Day's shoulders, purposefully pushing him back onto the bed. Day's right hand Bolts out circling Diesel's wrist, pulling him down with him. Diesel drops on top of him, knees bracketing his hips. Both hands pressing into the bed for balance, Day's long fingers still curling around his whole wrist. He raises his eyebrows, "I see your game."
Day chuckling, "Do you?" Diesel meets that question with a challenging smirk. He opens his mouth when his whole world spins and his back is now pressed against the plush comforter. Before he can even get a grip on the situation Day's head tucks into his neck. He hears a loud sniff and involuntarily laughs.
"Day-" he giggles again with Day's head sneaking up his sniffling like a bunny rabbit. He rubs the apple of his cheek against Diesel's. "This is gross." his face scrunches up. Day chuckles quietly, but he can hear it so clearly in his ear. He jolts when he feels a nip on his ear. Soon after Day moves his head aligning his eye's with Diesel's. He just stares as his eyes flicker down at his lips and right back up to his eyes. he looks expectantly at Diesel who sighs, annoyed. "fucking kiss me already."
Day smiles before lowering down. He meets Diesel's lips and can feel his curved smirk pressed into his lips, which he matches with his bright smile, breathing a chuckle into the kiss. Diesel rolls his eyes even though the impact isn't the same with them closed and Day not even looking. His hand slides up from Day's waist, digging his nail into his shoulder. Day groans. Mimicking earlier, Diesel bites his lip slightly, pulling gently on it. Day opens his eyes to meet Diesel's satisfied ones. As they connect again Diesel slides his hand up between them, pushing onto the left side of Day's shoulder. He flips them over, mouths still joined and arches down, leaving as little to no space between them.
His hand rubs soothingly around Day's shoulder as he flicks his tongue in. Day grips onto his hips as he feels his tongue slide across his teeth. Diesel slowly pulls up, gifting day one more kiss before sitting up on his lap. He smiles down as Day groans, his arm slung over his eyes.
"C'mon, big boy," he pats his chest. "Shower time," he says, swinging his leg over, getting up from the bed.
"Separate… showers. Doll." Diesel smacks his thigh.
"Stop with that stupid nickname."
"But you're as pretty as one?" Day so helpfully replies, Diesel pinches his bicep.
"That surprise better be good tomorrow," he squinted at him meanly.
Day just puffs out a breath in amusement.