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Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandoms: แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน | Bad Buddy: the Series (TV)
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Pat Napat Jindapat/Pran Parakul Siridechawat
Characters: Pat Napat Jindapat, Pran Parakul Siridechawat
Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, i love how that's a tag, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Autistic Pran Parakul Siridechawat, Pat Napat Jindapat has ADHD, Author Is Sleep Deprived, pran calling pat 'puppy' should be a religion, Soft Pat Napat Jindapat/Pran Parakul Siridechawat
Summary: Pat has known since they were kids that Pran has some... odd habits, but he never realised just how bad they were until the boys officially started dating.
Organised Chaos
Bad Buddy — Pat x Pran
THE THING ABOUTPRAN is that he has a certain way of organising his life and its workings.
He is mostly shifting around his schedules so that he has equal time split between work, spending time with friends, having get-togethers with his mother and father, and spending time with his hyperactive golden retriever boyfriend. But it always ends up with him reaching a burnout — whether it be social or emotional, or both depending how hectic his schedule ends up being — by the end of the month from all that he tries to cram in. It is never ending.
He places out all of his pens, pencils, and markers in their respective groups and then arranges them by colour, but Pran has a habit of accidentally misplacing his fine markers used for sketching and ends up stealing one or more of Pat's less than ideal fine markers and never returning them. Much to his credit, Pat pretends not to notice how he catches Pran, lost in thought, chewing on the end of one of Pat's fine markers, finding the sight quite adorable — not that he will ever say that to Pran's face.
When Pran cleans the kitchen, the benches, oven, and stovetop almost sparkle in the sunlight, and the plates, glasses, coffee mugs, and bowls are all in neat piles in their designated places. The cutlery are so well polished and reflective that Pat has to squint when the light hits them at a certain angle, and the cooking utensils are perfectly spotless in their second drawer. Pots, pans, and all of the sort are stacked from largest to smallest where possible in the cupboards, and Pat rediscovers their matching drink bottles that had been buried at the back of the Tupperware cupboard.
While the tea towels are neatly folded in the third drawer, when Pat goes to get out a Ziplock bag from their bottom drawer, he is caught off guard by the junk that overflows from the drawer the second that he manages to get it unstuck. Eyes blinking in disbelief, Pat can't quite comprehend the chaos, because, in his mind, Pran couldn't possibly leave something so messy — especially not when his life revolves around order and organisation.
Nevertheless, Pat sits on the floor and tries to organise the chaos, only to find out that the drawer is stuffed full of all sorts of bits and pieces — some of which don't even belong in their kitchen, and some of which have seen much better days. Overall, it takes him a good hour to sort out the mess, in between breaks where he gets quite easily sidetracked by other menial tasks, and he grins to himself as he looks down at the more organised drawer.
Of course, he completely forgets what he went into the drawer looking for in the first place, only to remember in the middle of the night and scare the shit out of Pran when Pat's head thumps against the wooden headboard. Pran doesn't seem overly concerned about the mess that was the bottom drawer in their kitchen that Pat sorted out, only shrugging and mumbling something about it being nothing more than the junk drawer where everything gets shoved.
That being said, nothing could quite prepare Pat for their bedroom.
"Puppy, could you grab a hoodie for me?" Pran yells from the lounge room, hunched over his desk and glaring down at the ghastly schematics in front of him. It's taken him weeks to get it right for the client, and, while they are satisfied with his work, Pran feels sick just looking at it. "Just grab one from the cupboard."
Fondly rolling his eyes, Pat climbs off the bed and opens their wardrobe, only for a pile of precariously stashed clean clothes to spill out onto the bedroom floor. "Uh, baby... Come here for a sec."
"I swear, if you've got yourself stuck in—" Pran trails off when he sees the concerned expression on his boyfriend's face, dark eyes flickering between the guitarist and the pile of clothes on the floor. "Oh... Um..."
"Serious question, baby: are you okay?"
"What do you mean? Of course I'm okay."
"This isn't the first lot of...mess that I've found. You're usually so neat and particular, but sometimes..."
Pran leans against the door frame, a light redness colouring his cheeks. "It's just a bad habit. I just... Sometimes I don't have the mental capacity to put things away properly, and then it ends up getting a little out of hand. It's so embarrassing."
Pat's expression softens into something fond and adoring. "Oh, baby, it's okay. There's no need to be embarrassed. It's no worse than me starting to do something and getting halfway through it before starting something else — or even completely forgetting to do something when I go into a room to do that thing." He frowns, suddenly feeling as though he has seriously forgotten to do something. "Speaking of... I think I left the trash outside the front door. Someone had a dog."
Pran laughs. "Ai'Pat, you airhead. Give me a hoodie and then go take the trash downstairs, without getting distracted by a dog this time if at all possible. I'll clean up this mess and then we can watch a movie or a series. Okay, puppy?"
Pat grins widely. "Oh, you've got yourself a deal, baby."
