"Metawin, don't do this to me. Let me explain.
"Explain what? Explain to me how much you enjoyed toying with my emotions because you knew that no matter what you do, I'd stay? Explain to me how much you found these events amusing while I kept all th...
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•BRIGHT CHIVAAREE•
January 2014
It had been a very long year of eventful documentaries here and there, a few music festivals with the club, going out with friends, chatting away our boredom in the field, or simply sitting right next to each other whilst sipping our favorite drinks. Above all of that, something quite extraordinary happened in the past few months since that initial meeting with Metawin during the Music Festival and his singing the song for me - is that we became friends. Or, more like, the best of friends, which is very disappointing because I still have a crush on him whilst he doesn't even have an idea about it. I mean, I am nowhere good with hiding it, probably, it's just that Metawin is just a little too naive most of the time. And so much more.
"Food is ready," I say in a soft voice after placing the last of the meal that I prepared for both of us. When I don't hear anything from the potato, I just shake my head and walk towards his bed - which is by the way, just in the same space as the kitchen. It's a studio, so basically, everything is in one space except for the bathroom - that one needs a separate space.
"Metawin, that food is going to get cold," I mumble whilst lightly shaking him making him groan a bit before opening his eyes.
"Good morning. Breakfast is ready. You better wake up now because you're class starts at 9."
Metawin hums before throwing his arms around my waist and snuggling onto me just a bit tighter making me want to just lose control of myself.
Yes, after our little coffee date after the event last year, we became really close that we sometimes do some sleepovers in each others' spaces. But I do the sleepovers most of the time because Win prefers that we do it in the dorm room because it's just inside the campus - and according to him, I could just buy food at the cafeteria and not cook anymore to save time. Not that I mind cooking and all, I don't because that's my act of love for him but of course, he doesn't know that at all so I just conceded to his pleas. Besides, I do prefer his room because everything about the small space just screams him - neat, clean, organized, and just overall has this amazing aroma that makes you want to stay in place and calm yourself, just like how he does to me, calm every inch and part of me.
"Five more minutes, phi," Win mumbles under his breath and though I find that too adorable - I cannot allow it because it's already 7 in the morning.
"As much as I want to, I cannot let you, nong. Come along now, the food is getting cold and I still have to make our coffee."
Without any more choice, Metawin finally wakes up from his deep slumber with a very artistic hairstyle making me chuckle lightly. Knowing what I am laughing about, he just shrugs his shoulder before shoving me playfully onto the bed and walking towards the table with a small pout on his lips. I dutifully follow him and prepare the coffee while Metawin sits there staring at me, and smiles the biggest one that he can conjure the moment that his cup lands on his side of the table.
