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[SuperSecretRare - POR (DVI)]
“So,” Por says and plops down next to him on the couch. Tee feels the shift of it beneath his own body as the other’s weight settles. He looks up from his phone.
After all these years, he doesn’t actually need to see the other to know that Por was terribly amused by something right now. That on his face, he will find a big, thrilled grin.
Tee does so anyway, placing his phone face down on the spot next to him.
The tone of the elder’s voice was enough already to let him know that it was the kind of amusement that usually doesn’t end up amusing for Tee. He clears his throat and meets the other’s eyes that are alight with glee.
“Yes, darling?” he prompts in an overly sweet voice, batting his eyelashes even. It was a hopeless strategy to divert Por’s attention from whatever he has on his mind, but Por’s grin just widened. His plan has failed before he could even place one figure on the board.
Por however, seems prepared. There is a glint in his eyes as he regards him for another moment, before he suddenly reveals something he has been hiding behind his back.
Between his elegant fingers, Por holds out a… card?
Tee tilts his head, his eyes scanning the object again as the recognition fails to come. Perhaps he should get his glasses—
And then Por flips it – and Tee realises that it’s a photocard.
Oh.
Oh!
It isn’t just any photocard. It is that photocard.
Alright. Yeah, no problem, there is no need to panic. This is just Por, and it isn’t something suddenly revealed in a live interview or something. So, Tee clears his throat again and chuckles, hoping to all the gods above that the older one can't see the way his cheeks feel hot.
His little secret is not so secret anymore.
“Oh, you found my little treasure,” he said, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, while his eyes raked over the card that had been revealed. Of course he remembers. He also remembers that he has planned to take this little secret to his grave. But oh well…
His dearest darling apparently wouldn’t have that.
“This,” Por announces, “is a DVI photocard, Tee.”
Tee nods. “It is.”
Por’s grin is just growing wider as he leans in closer now, his tanktop falling low as he stretches to half push the card into Tee’s face.
“This,” he starts again and Tee’s eyes snap back up from the exposed skin to his eyes, “is a very rare photocard.”
“I know,” he replies dutifully and while he thinks of a way to explain the situation, the other suddenly decides to climb into his lap.
Tee lets out a small grunt, one of his hands settling automatically on Por’s hip. But he doesn’t get to reply, or to explain anything as Por leans in, their mouths just an inch apart.
“So how come… you have one of these?” his lover asks, waving the card like a fan between his pretty fingers, “a super secret rare type photocard of Por of DVI?”
Oh fuck. Tee’s brain is barely cooperating right now. Por is so damn close, his warm body pressed against his own, his butt snug against his lower half and that mouth—
“Well…”
That damn mouth---
“Up here, puppy.”
Tee’s attention snaps back into focus and his eyes follow the command. He looks into Por’s eyes, the same amusement still reflected in them. He had pulled back a little, apparently in favour of placing his free hand on Tee’s chin to keep him where he wants him.
Not distracted, apparently. Unfortunately.
“Mh?” Por prodded, his thumb running over Tee’s bottom lip once, “I thought Auau was your bias? It took you a lot of courage to confess that to me back then, so I don’t think you were lying to me.”
“No,” he says quickly, “Tee would never lie to Pip.”
He won’t. Hasn’t. Not in all these years.
“Well…” Tee tries again. Por raises a single eyebrow. Not removing his hand. As if he knows that he will try to change the subject again.
Well fuck. There really is no one who knows him like Pip.
“Yeah?”
“He was my bias. I didn’t lie.”
And yeah, openly admitting this to his boyfriend had cost him quite the nerves back then. But he had told him. With Auau and Save around too. And yeah, he had lived through the sulking. It hadn’t taken long.
Even Auau who had been amused at first had helped him coax Por eventually even though they both knew that Por was drawing this out for his own benefit. His own little payback.
(However, it had ended in one of the best, steamy make-up sex they had ever had, so Tee would definitely do it again. Not a single ounce of regret there.)
“But?”
Tee felt his cheeks burn. Because while he has confessed that Auau has been his DVI bias… no one has asked further questions. So, there is one thing he has never admitted out loud. To anyone.
Only to himself.
“Mayyyybe….” He drawls and Por regards him again with that one, raised brow. He doesn’t push though, meaning that if Tee wants to end the topic here will accept it.
But now they have already come this far, so Tee muses that he will just rip off the band aid now and get it over with.
“Maybe… I had a crush? On my bias list wrecker.”
And apparently that catches Por by surprise. Because the older pulls back, blinking at him in obvious bewilderment.
“You,” he starts, still sorting his thoughts, “had a crush on me? Back in 2022?”
So cute.
Tee manages to stifle his inner voice just in time and chuckles.
“Yeah, seventeen-year-old Wanpichit Nimitparkpoom had a crush on that blue haired maknae from DVI, what about it? He didn’t know it back then, but he was very cute already.”
“And cool,” Por interjects.
“That too.” Tee concedes, nodding.
Por started chuckling and Tee couldn’t help but grin up at him as his own body shakes in response. Maybe this little secret is one he doesn’t mind laying bare. Not if it makes his Pip smile like that.
“A crush. Really?” Por tries to stop laughing, but is only semi-successful, “That is so… embarrassing…”
Tee blanched at that, instantly boiling with indignation.
“Suppakarn Jirachotikul, we are married!”
Por snickers and leans in closer again, this time bringing both of his hands up to frame Tee’s face. The cool silver of his wedding ring is almost biting against his heated skin, still flush with embarrassment.
“You~” Por starts and comes even closer, “had a crush on me. When you were seventeen~”
Oh good gods above. By the sun and the moon. He is not going to let him live this down right? Por would never, ever let this go now. Never again.
So, what can he do? Tee plays along. He closes the distance between them even further, and they are back to just an inch separating them.
“So what if I did? You think DVI’s Por would have noticed me?”
Por snorts and steals a short, wet kiss from Tee’s lips.
“Maybe. But he didn’t know back then that he has a thing for cute boys. And besides… you weren’t even legal then, Mister.”
Now it is Tee’s turn to snicker. Unabashedly, he leans up and kisses the other’s nose. Once. Twice.
And one more time for good measure.
“Well, it’s okay, you know?” he grins, “he noticed me eventually~”
Por just rolls his eyes at that.
“Aren’t you lucky? He even married you eventually. Now stop gloating and tell me how you got your hands on this.”
Tee does not stop gloating.
Por does not stop laughing.
But he does tell his husband the story of how he had spent a full night awake, browsing shady websites, looking for that one special photocard of the cute guy who had made his heart skip a beat for the first time in his life.
Seventeen-year-old Wanpichit would probably ascend on the spot if he ever learns that not only does he get to befriend his bias, eventually, he even ends up married to the cheeky maknae who had started as his personal bias list wrecker.
Le fin.