(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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if you skipped the last chapter for some reason for the love of god PLEASE go read it first

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At the moment Fang wished he'd stayed near the doorway, he ached for an escape route, wishing he could just run away. He turned around, which was his only option, not facing the other.

He was so scared of what might come and what's already happened, he felt as his legs would give out. He took a breath, sorted out his thoughts, which seemed to take an eternity even though only a few seconds have passed, then spoke.

"I like you, Buster. " He said extremely quietly, almost inaudibly, yet the boy had heard everything. At that moment he'd actually regretted turning around, the silence terrifying him more. He couldn't see the other's expression, nor hear his voice. He jumped, although very slightly, once he heard the ginger speak.

"Really?" He cursed himself for creating such a stressful environment for his own self. The other wasn't helping, being really cryptic with his responses. He gathered himself, gaining a bit of bravery to continue.

"Fuck dude, yes. " He said a bit louder, then heard Buster get up from his bed, at least from what he could assume. The boy soon stood in front of him, then leaned closer, wrapping his hands around him, and putting his head on his shoulder.

He reciprocated the embrace, still a bit nervous, unsure of what was the reaction supposed to signify. Maybe it was his way of saying 'sorry man, i don't feel the same, i almost feel bad', or maybe he stumbled upon his words so much the guy misunderstood, thinking he said that he just appreciated his presence? His mouth felt dry, and his stomach hurt.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He settled his head on the ginger's shoulder, just as he did. He felt him move away, then noticed the other's eyes were just slightly glossy through the corner of his eye.

"Please promise me you're not shitting around, I'm scared this is a dare.." The ginger settled his hands on the chinese's shoulders, then resumed. "Fang, I feel something for you too.." He looked him straight in the eye.

Fang felt so weird it was almost indescribable, although it was mostly the feeling of overwhelming happiness, mixed with the previous nausea, stress, and stomachache.

He couldn't help a smile crawling onto his face, he quickly wrapped his hands around Buster's neck, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

It still felt so surreal, since just an hour ago they weren't even on speaking terms. What lifted him up was the thought that they might actually feel so close to each other that no matter the situation and break, they came back to what it once was so quickly.

(s sorry, no idea how to not make this corny😔)

"Come on, don't be a pussy. " Buster told him, then he felt his cheeks being cupped softly and lightly, their lips soon connected. This time it actually felt nice and right, the chinese felt all fuzzy from the new sensation.

They broke apart after a second or two, smiles on both of their faces. Fang was blushing a little, surprisingly not much more relaxed, but now nervous for another reason. He soon remembered his doings, and felt guilty for leaving him alone, he didn't want to ruin the moment, but he had to clear it out.

"I'm sorry.." He said, hiding his face in the other's chest. "About what?" Buster asked, wrapping him in a light hug. "I left you alone dude. I can't imagine how abandoned you must've felt. " He told him, still remaining in the same position.

"It's fine, if you didn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation, if we would be to have any conversation at all. " He felt his head being stroked by a hand lightly. "I still feel bad. Maybe I could help you clean a little at least?" It was weird for him to think of how fresh their renowed relationship was, thoughts running to the fact that it was all so different the same day it was now.