Adorably Silly (ENDED)

It's cold!

Tin's POV

I think I'm going to explode, my life has never been so bad ...

The finals are killing me, I see little and nothing Can, I want to put a bomb at the wedding and make everything and everyone explode.

Most of the day, I spend it in college. I see Pete more than Can, I even see N'Money more than Can or the English teacher, or the janitor ... I know he is also busy with his things and the games. We no longer have time to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Much less to experiment ... I think I even forgot how to tie the knots ...

With Nam I have gone to I do not know how many party places, we have seen classic cars, carriages, boats, modern vehicles that are about to be launched on the market ... I have gained I don't know how many kilos, trying cakes, cupcakes and all kinds of food that can be served at a wedding. I don't have time to go to the gym or burn calories with my boyfriend ...

I think I'll order the alliances at the Korean jewelry store I went to. I really liked the rings there and I'm sick of visiting jewelry stores, bridal shops, tailors ... I feel like a little boy who just wants to be given toys and doesn't care if the birthday is at home or at a luxury premises. I just want to get married by lies and take the damn flight with Can.

Tul called yesterday and told me that it was time to decide: if I want to work for him. I still didn't answer, I must consult with Can ... Who I couldn't see, clearly ...

I got home a little early, because the appointment at the pastry shop was called off. The good thing is that we don't pretend to do romantic things, I can't experiment any more stress or anguish.

I plunged into the bathtub, hopefully I fell asleep and drowned or hit my head and I wouldn't have to make it to May 25 ...

The bathroom door swung open as if it were revolving and Can came in fierce: no shirt, no socks, just pants and he was breathing hard.

— T-Tin? —He seemed to calm down instantly.

— The appointment at the pastry shop was suspended.

— We lost. —His voice sounded sad and he seemed to be on the verge of tears.

— Do you want to come in?

I pointed to the bathtub.

— You have been there for a long time, you will have the skin of a grandfather. —He told me while he undressed.

— Does that mean you only love me for my physical beauty? —I pretended to be surprised and angry.

He got into the bathtub, sat down and he copied me: his back was on my chest, and my "grandpa hands" on his.

— It's cold! —He complained.

I put my mouth to his ear and whispered sexy.

— Maybe you can do something to warm up.

Can's POV

The finals shouldn't worry me ... But since I'm with Tin, yeah Shit! I try to study, but it is difficult.

We got into another competition, the last of the year. P'No and P'Type are unbearable ... They torture us with eternal and difficult practices: it's football, not a concentration camp ... I think the only thing I do is gain resistance and not just physical, because if I didn't send them to hell, I also gained mental stamina!

I have passed the wedding theme ... This is what I tell myself every morning, afternoon, evening. Tin is exhausted, I don't spend time with him because he goes around with wedding things ... It is strange to say "the wedding" and not "our wedding", I hope one day I can say: I don't see much Tin, because he is with things of our wedding. I miss him. When I can be lucky enough to coincide and sleep with him, I hugged him as if I were a koala ... But at night something happens and he escapes me and I wake up alone.

After that time Tin switched roles, we haven't done it again. We kiss hungrily, we take off some of our clothes, a little fingering and ... Nam comes, the phone rings, we have to go, Pete comes to visit, he must go find his nephew ...

Today no action or experimentation was going to happen. I had a match and Tin was going to be late because obviously he had some I don't know what meeting, related to the wedding. The point is, we lost. Horribly. They annulled us a goal and nailed us in the hour. We were all very sad and I was upset. I could have scored a goal but I didn't get to the ball and if they hadn't ripped us off that penalty! everything would be different!

I came to the apartment angry. I threw the backpack, took off my shirt angrily, threw my tennis shoes around and went to the bathroom. The surprise I found when I saw him in the tub was enormous, but equally enormous, it was the calm I felt when I saw him.

— Do you want to come in? —He asked.

I got a little closer and saw that his skin was already wrinkled.

— You have been here for a long time, you will have the skin of a grandfather.

I undressed quickly.

— Does that mean you only love me for my physical beauty?

Jerk ... I got into the bathtub with him. My back against his chest and my hands took the edge of the tub, but before I could do or say anything, his meek came out of the water and wrapped around mine.

— It's cold! —I said like a little boy.

It's true: the water is cold. But it started to heat up when I felt his breath in my ear:

— Maybe you can do something to warm up.

— What if I can think of something to heat up everything? —I replied in the same tone—- Of course I'll do. —He smiled—, but I don't think a grandfather can follow in my footsteps. —Now I smiled.