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Daotok doesn't know what to do.
His world has been turned upside down by these stupid feelings.
All he seems to be able to sketch lately is Arthit.
That's all he can focus on.
The curve of his jaw and the stupid half-smirk that sends warmth swirling through his belly..
It's ridiculous.
He's watching the idiot practice, and he shouldn't be here. He told Arthit that he wasn't going to come after their moment two days ago.
Arthit looked like he was going to kiss him, and Daotok couldn't.
He wasn't ready.
He's still not ready for what it means to open his heart to someone again, let alone to Arthit, but his heart started opening on its own.
The taller man had captured something in him and stayed.
"Hey, Shorty, whatcha doing?" Arthit's voice tugs him out of his musings to find him too close.
Their noses practically brushing.
"Sketching," mutters Daotok as he leans back, closing the sketchbook. "Weren't you busy?"
"I was, until I felt eyes on me," replies Arthit softly, half-smirk curving his lips. "You were staring, then you were lost in space. But you said you weren't coming out tonight. Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," grumbles Daotok as he looks at Arthit. "Just needed fresh air, so I came here. Figured it wasn't a big deal."
"It's definitely a big deal, Shorty," replies Arthit as a cool hand cups Daotok's cheek, thumb finding and brushing over his bottom lip. "Did you walk here?"
"No, caught a ride from North and P'Johan," mutters Daotok as he looks into Arthit's eyes, their faces too close for the public space and lack of relationship status. "Why are you so close?"
"Because I like seeing you up close and personal, Daotok. You're gorgeous, you know that?" asks Arthit as he tips his head just slightly to the side, amusement curving his lips again when Daotok's eyes drop. "I also love it when you do that, drop your eyes to my mouth like you don't know what else to do with the want you feel. Can I kiss you?"
"Please," breathes Daotok, unable to do anything else as the want begins to ache in his chest.
Their lips slide together gently.
Arthit doesn't rush in, he just barely brushes their lips together once before slotting them like puzzle pieces.
It's sweet, not what he was expecting, especially from the stories he started hearing when he began paying attention to all things Arthit.
Daotok's fingers drop his sketchbook, lifting to tangle in dark strands as his lips part a bit more.
He gets lost in this kiss.
"Dao! Daotok!" North's voice is loud, and Daotok jumps, eyes flying open as he gasps. "Jeez. Did you not sleep again last night?"
Daotok's face burns as he glances to the left where Arthit is watching him closely.
Study session… Right.
He dreamt of Arthit kissing him while sitting five steps away from the man.
Daotok is so screwed.