they don't get a happy ending

hunting season

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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when sapnap invited punz to go back to the club with him and sleep over again after, he genuinely hadn't been doing it for the sole reason of having more sex - though when he woke up with an ache in his bottom half and an arm holding his naked body against the blonde, he definitely didn't complain.

he also hadn't expected punz to suggest they go back to the same bakery for lunch again but he was more than pleased when he did.

it was fun, and he was enjoying spending time with punz so much that he had to physically reel himself back, reminding himself that he was basically just a landlord for the other, a friend at best but even that may be a push. he felt like he was counting down the minutes until punz would leave and just hoped he would have the balls to ask for the blonde's number before he went, but it turns out that wasn't something he had to worry about just yet when it got late enough to start cooking dinner.

punz agree to stay for food and sapnap added a few hours to his mental countdown as he began to cook, purposefully choosing a meal that would take a little longer to prepare, just cause he's selfish.

he has friends that live nearby and he's honestly partying more often than not these days, but punz's presence felt different. maybe it was just because the blond was actually in his apartment, with him all the time, or maybe it was something else - sapnap doesn't know, sapnap doesn't care.

all he cares about is making sure this is the best damn chicken he has ever cooked.

he picks the spatula up, moving it around in the wok to make sure he gets everything well coated in sauce whilst trying to do the mental maths to work out when abouts he needs to start boiling the rice for it all to be done at the same time.

punz is sitting on the couch just on the opposite side of the room, the whole living space being open plan, with the window open beside him as he makes his way through a joint. it's one of his own that he'd got from his car and sapnap can tell just from the smell that it isn't as good quality as the stuff he gets but punz seems to be enjoying himself so he doesn't question it.

well, he had seemed to be enjoying himself when he lit it a little while ago, but it's almost been ten minutes now so sapnap assumes it'll be burnt out, the blond boy probably just enjoying the breeze from the window as his high starts to sink in.

sapnap picks up the vegetables he'd cut up (really just peas, carrots and some pepper, but he hoped it looked fancier than that when it was all fried and mixed in with rice and sauce) and pours them all into the wok with the chicken, picking the spatula up once again to continue his periodic mixing.

he hears punz getting up behind him, shuffling about the room and walking in his direction but decides not to turn back to face the blond. for some reason, sapnap thinks he probably looks kinda cool, standing in the kitchen, cooking, so he pretends not to notice the blond in favour of keeping the scene.

"something smells good," punz compliments.

"thank you," sapnap replies. he decides to look over his shoulder then, flashing the blond a smile. he looks back at the food, mixing it about one more time before putting the spatula down and turning to face the blond properly, leaning back against the counter.