Starstruck on You [Mile x Apo] [MileApo]

Chapter 9: My Moon to My Sun

"What am I going to do Kasem?"

"What're you talking about, Po?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Kasem ordered an iced coffee with caramel, shifted atop the three pillows he stole from a nearby table, settled them to the floor for a moment, gingerly tested out the durability with a hum as he sat down with a sigh, rapped his fingers on the table, looked over to Apo situated across from him, "Apo did you only want to hang out to talk about your problems? Why don't you ever call just to say hi?"

"Kasem – I did. Yesterday. And you told me to reschedule to today because you were quote on quote 'busy'," The younger went so far as to use air quotations, an expression of clear irritation at his best friend's indifference to the plight that was plaguing Apo to the point of being unable to sleep. He lifted his hands to rub his temples, patience definitely not an all-time high to handle Kasem's indiscretions.

"...What was I doing?"

"More like WHO were you doing?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I said what I said. I don't get the fifty questions Kasem."

"Are you agitated you and Mile haven't gotten to the next step or something? Just bone him and be done with it."

"God why the hell does everyone just think with their dicks?! I-ugh-forget it. When you figure it out, tell me," Apo let out a grumble under his breath as he angrily chewed at the end of his straw. It wasn't that he wasn't happy that Kasem seemed to have a glorious relationship with Decha and his dick if the other's awkward walk was anything to base it on, worried a little at it being only physical. But Kasem was happy as a clam – no emotions to jostle his core. Hoe before bro. Apo's own iced chai tea lukewarm, his stomach churned in itself, the ambiance not as comforting as it normally was. The cats ignored him, Kasem was ignoring him, he needed reassurances and affirmation he was not going completely insane.

He needed advice so he and Kasem agreed to meet at the cat café, a neutral ground. It allowed Apo an opportunity to get out of Mile's apartment, do some laundry like an adult, and be able to give the other time to focus on his music. Since the rainy night they reconciled, Mile was insufferably attached to his hip; it was as if the other was afraid he would disappear again. Followed Apo around the apartment like a pup that didn't want to lose track of its owner, turned his head at corners to beam at finding Apo, thoroughly infatuated with the equal attention Apo gave him in return, now lost to the devices of this guitarist who previously drove him mad.

Well, Mile still drove him crazy.

Drove him up a wall with everything he did.

How sexy Mile was when they changed out the bandages from the wound that healed over nicely to admire the strong abdomen, the smoothness of porcelain skin. How handsome Mile was fresh out of a shower, hair dried with the singular tuft to cover one onyx-colored iris that stared into Apo's pair with intensity, softened when Apo fixed it. How endearing Mile was when he waited for Apo to open his eyes first thing in the morning while they laid in bed together to greet him with a casual peck on the lips that made Apo swallow, feel a touch shy, and nervous.

The first morning was difficult; however, he became accustomed to it – day three, four, five – a blur of chaotic warmth between them that Apo didn't want to relinquish. When had it become impossible to sleep alone?

And still, he felt suffocated. Mile was not focusing on anything that didn't pertain to Apo. Not music, not his guitars, not his bandmates – they weren't allowed to come to the apartment to check in, except Decha, who had his own key. It was as if Mile wanted to create this biodome where it was only Apo and Mile who existed in it. No one else. That wasn't the relationship Apo wanted either. They were not supposed to be glued, still independent, to work cohesively.