The F5 (Fraternal Five)

Fanservice

"So, fill me in. All set? You nervous?"

"A bit. But I got this." Off puts down his phone after snapping a candid picture of Gun.

"Hoi! What was that, Papii?" Gun chuckles. "If you want a pic you could've just asked."

Off smirks, putting his phone away. "Just check your Twitter later."

Curious, Gun picks up his phone and opens the app right away. There, Off uploaded the candid picture under the harmless bragging: Late dinner with this baby. You guys could never.

Off's tweet blowing up his notifications is nothing new, but the feedback though .... When did his fans become buddy-buddy with Off? It almost looks like harmless banter between friends.

In curiosity, he proceeds to scroll down to Off's older posts. The tweets ... it's clear as day that they're about Gun. They don't have recent photos, so Off posted their polaroid photos, couple stuffs they bought, cafes and bars they used to hang out to instead. Dropping hints that present or not, there's Gun in everywhere he goes.

It was sweet and subtle, but the message is clear: Off is as invested as Gun in their relationship.

Gun looks up from his phone, eyes light up. "You finally learn how to fanservice, huh?"

Off smiles smugly. "How's that? I'm good, aren't I?"

Gun claps his hands giggling. "The best!"

"To be completely honest with you, it's not so much a fanservice as me, stop getting caught up in their pace." Off stares up at Gun. "What do you think? Is that enough?"

"Papii!" On the spur of the moment, Gun rushes to Off's embrace. "Of course! It's more than enough, thank you. I'm so proud of you!" He continues to rant cheerfully against Off's chests.

Off breaks into a sincere smile. "Don't let me take all the credit. Tay wouldn't shut up telling me to fix the mess before it's too late."

Gun pulls back, giggling. "And here I thought P'New's the sensible one out of them two."

"Yeah, I fucked up so bad anyone might have already given up on me. Not Tay. He's a bit slow but he's the most loyal one out of them all." Off smiles fondly.

Gun holds back a grin, teasing, "Aww, aren't you two the cutest."

Off rolls his eyes. "You didn't even bother to act jealous, this brat."

"Papii! P'Tay's not a snake!" Gun scolds Off instead. "And ... he's been bothering me to do something, too."

"He wHAT?! The audacity of that bastard ...!" Off fumes.

"Papii, no! I deserve it." Gun says quietly, but doesn't elaborate. "I deserve it." He repeats, as if to convince himself.

"Don't do this to yourself, baby. You're busy enough as it is, and to be fair, I told you not to."

"Yeah ...." That doesn't sound so convincing.

Off stares at Gun for a little longer before letting it go. "Yeah, well. All's well that ends well I guess. Now c'mon, finish your food and let's call it a day already."

Gun goes back to his seat and continues eating. "Tell me, does P'Pak harass you?" He asks with mouth full.

"No, no, he doesn't really do anything. It's mostly your fans."

"Ah ...." Gun's smile falters as guilt creeps into his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Teacup." Off smiles reassuringly. "I understand now. They know very little about us and it's not even the good part. Of course they'd attack me for not taking good care of their baby." He smirks. "But I'm a changed man now."

Gun snickers, reminded of how the fans describe Off now. "You mean whipped."

"Yeah. That works, too." Off laughs, unbothered.

"Aw, don't you care about your reputation at all?"

"Nope. I've got you, so I'm still winning." Off smiles smugly.

"Aren't you smooth!" Gun giggles. "Then, I shall reward you with a kiss!"

"Just a kiss?" Off raises one brow.

"Oh, the whole thing, I promise. Just let me stuff my tummy before you stuff my—"

"Okay, time out!" Off hurriedly cuts off. "One more word and I might just let you starve, Teacup."

"Whoa!" Gun giggles, clearly amused. "Calm down, little Papii."

"'Little'? You're really gonna call it 'little'?" Off stares at Gun in betrayal. "Be honest with me, Teacup. Is Pak's bigger?"

Gun smirks. "Not telling."

"Aw, why??"

He shrugs cheekily. "Maybe I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You fucked, didn't you?" Off protests. "C'mon Teacup. My pride is at stake here!"

"Maybe I need to feel yours one more time before making up my mind."

"That's it." Off snatchs the chopsticks in Gun's hand and replaces them with a glass of water, taking the smaller guy by surprise. His whole demeanor changes and his stern eyes signal that playtime's over. "You've had your chance. On your feet, now."

Gun breaks into a slow smile and complies immediately. "Ooh, demanding. I like it."

"No speaking until spoken to."

Gun giggles. "Kinky. Or else?"

"You don't wanna find out." Off growls, eyes giving Gun a once-over. His jeans are too tight on his waist to Off's liking. "And what did I say about hip-huggers? You really want me to strip them off myself??"

"By all means, please do." Gun looks up to Off with a devilish smile.

Off grabs Gun's upper arm closing the distance, the both of them hot and very much bothered. But before anyone can do anything, the doorbell rings.

They groan as they move away from each other, calming themselves down all the while.

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A/N Happy #6thOffGunFamily day! Love it here 💚