The Simple Things (KinnPorsche The Series Fanfiction)

Do you like me?

Contrary to what people said that Pol would be the one who confess his feeling to Arm, it's actually Arm who starts.

They're not totally wrong, though. Pol did confess first, but that was because Arm asked him.

It was 11 P.M., they're in bed, tucked warmly under a white duvet. Arm is sitting on his bed while Pol is half asleep already when Arm suddenly called his name.

"Pol!"

"What is it?" Pol jolted up awake.

"What do you call a mouse that walks with two legs?"

"Huh?"

"It's Mickey Mouse."

Pol stared at him dumbfounded, while Arm just put on a straight face, staring at his hands on his lap.

"Next, what do you call a dog that walks with two legs?"

"I don't know!"

"It's Goofy."

"He's a dog?!'

"You didn't know?'

"Uh, no?"

Arm stares at him, "Have you ever watch Mickey Mouse as a child?"

"Of course I have! I just didn't think he's a dog, he didn't look like one."

"Okay, next question. What do you call a duck that walks with two legs?"

"Donald Duck!"

"All duck walks with two legs, you dumb!" Arm laughed so hard that his eyes gets teary. He didn't stop until Pol hits him with a pillow.

"One more question. Who stole the sparkle from the stars and put it in your eyes?"

Pol, now completely awake, stares at him with mouth gaping.

"Are you flirting?"

"Maybe."

"Anyway, the answer probably isn't my parents. Unlike their son here, they're a law abiding citizen. They wouldn't stole anything from anywhere, let alone the stars."

"One more question—"

"You said that too before!"

"Just one more!"

"You better sleep before I shove some wasabi in your mouth!"

"I promise this will be the last!"

Pol gave up.

"Okay, go on."

"Last question. Are you jealous?"

Pol almost choked on his own saliva.

"What? Of who?"

"Pete, or me."

"Huh?"

"You keep teasing me whenever I'm taking care of Pete. People said if someone tease you when you're with someone else, that means they're jealous. So, are you jealous?"

"No?"

Arm furrowed his brow and leaned back to his headboard.

"Let's change the question then."

Pol didn't protest or say anything, Arm takes that as his cue to go on.

"Do you like Pete?"

"No." Pol anwers really quick, like he didn't even think of it.

"Seriously?' Arm turned his head to Pol who's now back laying down.

Pol nodded.

"Then, do you like me?"

"Yes." As if he prepared the answer beforehand, Pol answered really fast, again.

"Huh?"

"Who doesn't? You're kind, thoughtful, and reliable. Who would hate you?"

"I'm serious, you dumb!" Arm hits him with a pillow while Pol grinned.

"Okay, okay. I like you. No, I didn't just like you. I'm falling in love with you."

Arm stares at him, blinking a few times.

"Then why aren't you jealous of Pete?"

"Why should I be?"

"Because you like me?"

Pol smiles, he turns to his side propped up on his elbow, hands supporting his head.

"Why should I be jealous of someone that you like? Even though I'm in love with you, doesn't mean that you have to love me back, right?"

Arm chewed the inner of his lower lip.

"Be my boyfriend, then."

Pol sits up straight.

"What?"

"Be my boyfriend."

Pol didn't answer immediately.

"I'm also in love with you, so let's date."

Pol isn't sure how to answer, so he nodded awkwardly before reaching to Arm's hand and bring it closer to his lip.

"May I?"

Instead of giving a verbal answer, Arm brushed his hand to Pol's lip instead and let out a laugh.

"I love you, stupid."