Limerence [Completed]

Chapter Four - Visits

There's nothing better than a steaming hot cup of awkwardness in the morning. Watee could attest to this, because the morning after they fell asleep, lips and body practically attached to each other, the bed beside him was cold and empty, just like the last time they slept on the same bed. He wanted to scream; at his idiocy, at his frustration, and ultimately at the world.

Coming into the kitchen that morning was hell, as he heard the loud chatter of his other tenants who all conveniently went back at the same time in the morning, they say around the dining table, while Maitee continued on making breakfast as if he didn't just maul the landlord's lips last night.

All in all, he would say it was pretty calming.

Of course, that was absolute bullshit.

As he and Maitee avoided each other's gazes like the plague; it was a natural outcome from both of their fight or flight responses. As expected, though, Watee was the morse one, making his sole goal for the morning was to keep a strict distance from the cook, and this is when all the other Tee's noticed.

Due to the fact that Watee had taken the easy route of not having breakfast and deal with the curious eyes of his friends, he was about to leave the house, his bag was slung over his shoulder and he was already at the porch, his shoes were properly on. It was then when he heard Maitee calling him from behind, "Watee, hey!"

As usual, every time Watee would hear his voice, he would panic but desperately conceal it with a grimace as he hesitantly faced him, "What?"

He saw a tan, outstretched hand carrying a paper bag. He peeked inside to see two lunch boxes prepared for him. Maitee cleared his throat as a blush crept his cheeks, "I knew you weren't having breakfast so... I made you this."

Watee is currently angry at the skies above for making it inhumanly possible to fall deeper in love for this man right here.

"Thanks."

He took off, carrying the paper bag tightly in one hand and his dignity in the other. He didn't need to look at Maitee one more time or he's afraid he would pop like a smashed tomato, humiliating himself in front of the household.

As he went through the day without any disturbances from a specific Tee, he truly tried to avoid him by having lunch in his own building, in one of the benches scattered in the open area. It was good that maitee has already prepared lunch for him, as he gleefully munched on the delicious meal, looking like a buffoon in front of all the other architecture students. He had friends, sure, but it seems like they always preferred to eat outside or in the canteen, both of which Watee did not prefer.

When he arrived at the coffee shop he works at and started his shift, it was already about 4:30 in the afternoon, and he was quietly enjoying his work. Loving the smell of coffee even though it was practically the only scent he inhaled for most of the day. Thankfully, the shop wasn't busy. He had time to lounge around the counter, occasionally leaning over the bar and looking outside. His other co-workers didn't mind, because they were also bored out of their minds.

"It's a pretty calm shift," Maprang began, mindlessly wiping the countertop as Watee leaned against it, his head on his hand that was propped up. He glared at her, shushing, "Don't jinx it."

"Oh, too late," they both heard a chime from the entrance and Watee could swear at her, it was supposed to be a quiet shift. Why did she have to ruin it?

"Um, excuse me?" His eyes darted to the customer who was now at the counter, and he froze, straightening his posture. There he was standing in all his glory, was Maitee, wearing the university's standard while polo, and high-waist fitting black slacks, carrying a small bag over his shoulder and looking at him innocently.