What If - PerthChimon

Healing

What if they spent a weekend together?

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CW: mentions of Chimon's depression, non-explicit.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy 🫶
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The end of summer is near. Slowly, the perfect equilibrium of lightly tanned skin, flushed red hues, and a blemish-free face is at the door of Perth Tanapon's house. Droplets of sticky sweat collect along his hairline as he finally pushes the button to ring the bell. He doesn't know why he feels so nervous. It must be because this is his first time to visit this place in months. Sometime around Perth's birthday celebration was the last time he stepped foot in the place. It's hard to think back to that time, it's almost like a lifetime ago. Not before long, some rustling from inside is heard from his spot on the step as he waits for someone to open the large mahogany door.

One more deep breath, sucking in the hot and humid air. He knows he'll be okay. This is nothing to fret over. He has come to feel better after the days, weeks, months of hardship. And it's all thanks to Perth.

The door opens.

"Hey," Perth says, stepping back to allow Chimon to enter his house. "Come in, P'Chimon."

"Thanks."

Watching as Chimon walks past him, in black shorts and a relaxed button up shirt. His gaze glued to his partner, Perth closes the door automatically and follows behind. Pinching himself, the sharp pain blistering on the side of his body at the skin to the right of his navel, when Perth notices his eyes lingering, dropping down to the hem, checking out Chimon's legs.

(A/n: if you're curious, inspiration for Chimon's outfit is pictured at the end in the other notes)

"I have a small dinner already cooking in the kitchen, we can go in there," Perth says as he takes the lead into another room, under the large chandelier and past a small library.

Even after coming to Perth's house time and time again, Chimon still feels some awkwardness in the air. He knows it's his own weird sense of feeling out of place. But how else is he supposed to feel when Perth lives in a massive house with his family who come from a long line of wealth? Meanwhile, Chimon still felt like he was scrapping by, just making enough to afford any luxuries at all. He's so thankful for his success, but...he's not used to Perth's level of fortune. For the most part it has become normal, but these moments can feel odd though.

They make small talk as they get into the kitchen area. Chimon offers to help, with a clear decline of the offer from his work partner. "You're a guest here, I'll do the cooking. Sit down," Perth motions for the chair. "I'll make you a drink too."

"Thanks Perth," Chimon says as he settles into the seat, scanning the area. He's been in the kitchen before, but he hadn't quite paid attention to the high ceilings and decorative vases at the top of the cabinets. He also thought the small picture of a baby Perth on the refrigerator was adorable. Sitting on a tall stool, up to the kitchen bar, Chimon swings his feet in the air, enjoying the smell of spices and chicken. And watching the man grabbing bowls and glasses from one of the shelves.

He couldn't lie, he likes the idea of Perth cooking for him. It's so domestic.

Perth turns to him, with a glass of something ombré red. "A cherry cocktail for you," Perth said as he set the sparkling beverage down before him.

"Huh, cherry? You remembered?"

Chimon is shocked, looking at him with stars in his eyes.

Perth is a bit shocked in return, as if he would forget a single thing about Chimon. "Of course. You said it was your favorite that time when we tried it in Tokyo," Perth says it like it was the simplest thing. He remembers every single little detail about Chimon.