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Hong almost doesn’t go.
He stares at the invitation, thumb hovering over the screen like declining would be easier than stepping into something unfamiliar.
Tui:
“you’re coming right? don’t ghost my birthday pls”
Hong sighs softly.
hong:
“i’ll be there”
Nut doesn’t think twice.
Tui:
“party tonight!! you better show up 😤”
nutnutt_:
“on my way later”
Neither of them knows the other will be there.
Hong arrives early.
He always does.
He prefers the quiet before everything fills up—the soft hum of music before it turns into noise, the space where he can still breathe without feeling watched.
Tui greets him with a bright smile and a quick hug.
“You made it,” Tui says.
“Of course,” Hong replies.
“Stay. Don’t disappear halfway through.”
“I won’t.”
The room fills slowly.
People come in waves—laughter, greetings, overlapping conversations.
Hong settles into the background, drink in hand, content to exist without drawing attention.
Then the door opens again.
Nut walks in late.
Like he always does.
He blends into the energy immediately—laughing, greeting people, slipping into conversations like he’s always belonged there.
Hong doesn’t see him right away.
Not until something shifts.
Not the room.
Just him.
A quiet awareness.
He turns—
And there he is.
Nut.
Across the room.
Unaware.
Hong freezes for half a second.
Not because it hurts.
But because it’s unexpected.
*Oh.*
That’s all it is.
Nut notices him minutes later.
A glance that lingers too long.
Recognition settling in slowly.
Hong.
There’s no dramatic reaction.
No sudden rush.
Just a quiet pause in the middle of everything else.
They don’t approach each other.
Not immediately.
There’s no reason to.
Until—
Tui reappears.
“Wait,” Tui says suddenly, looking between them as if noticing something for the first time. “Have you two met?”
Hong and Nut answer at the same time.
“No.”
A beat.
They both pause slightly—
but neither corrects it.
Tui lights up immediately.
“Oh, perfect.”
Before either of them can react—
“This is Hong,” Tui says, gesturing casually. “And this is Nut.”
Like they’re strangers.
Like there’s nothing between them.
And maybe now—
there isn’t.
They look at each other.
A moment passes.
Then—
“Nice to meet you,” Nut says.
His voice is easy.
Natural.
Like he means it.
Hong nods slightly.
“Yeah. You too.”
And just like that—
they step into something new.
Not a continuation.
A reset.
Tui watches them for a second, then grins.
“Wait—are you both single?”
Hong blinks.
Nut lets out a quiet laugh.
“Yeah,” Nut says.
Hong hesitates for a fraction of a second.
Then—
“Yeah.”
Tui claps his hands together like he’s just solved something.
“I’m just saying,” he adds casually, “you look compatible.”
Hong almost laughs.
Of all things.
Compatible.
The word feels ironic in a way Tui could never understand.
Nut smiles slightly, glancing at Hong.
“Do we?”
It’s light.
Teasing.
But there’s something underneath it.
Not expectation.
Just… curiosity.
Hong meets his gaze for a second.
And for the first time that night—
there’s the faintest hint of something familiar.
Not longing.
Not attachment.
Just recognition.
Of everything that didn’t work.
“Maybe,” Hong says lightly.
Tui beams.
“See? I’m never wrong.”
And just like that—
the moment passes.
Tui gets distracted again, pulled away by someone calling his name.
Leaving them—
standing there.
Strangers.
Again.
“Well,” Nut says after a second, “guess we’re meeting for the first time.”
Hong lets out a quiet breath.
“Guess so.”
There’s something strange about it.
Talking like this.
Without history.
Without weight.
They fall into conversation easily.
Surface-level.
Safe.
Where are you from.
What do you do.
How do you know Tui.
Questions they already know the answers to.
But neither of them says that.
Neither of them breaks it.
Because maybe—
this is easier.
At some point, Nut laughs at something Hong says.
And it sounds the same.
For a brief second—
it almost feels like before.
But it doesn’t stay.
Because this time—
there’s no illusion attached to it.
No meaning beyond what it is.
Just a moment.
Eventually, someone calls Nut from across the room.
He glances back at Hong.
“Nice meeting you,” he says.
And this time—
it almost feels true.
“You too,” Hong replies.
No promises.
No “see you later.”
Just—
that.
They drift apart.
Back into separate conversations.
Separate spaces.
Tui passes by Hong later, nudging him lightly.
“I told you,” he says with a grin. “You two look good.”
Hong smiles faintly.
“Yeah,” he says.
But his voice is quieter now.
Because compatibility was never the problem.
Timing was.
And timing—
is the one thing you can’t reset.