What If - PerthChimon

Together

What if they didn't separate as a ship? (Part 2)

Stretching his limbs, Perth bent down to touch his toes and feel the strain against his tired muscles. A full day worth of practice and prep could be tiring sometimes. Perth could really go for a nap right now, especially as he waits for his manager to make a quick call about the fanmeet in two days.

Him and Chimon have been practicing all day, four songs were set to be performed. It's been a while since they had a fanmeet, so they really needed the prep.

After he was done with his stretching, Perth went to find Chimon in one of the dressing rooms.

Walked in to the large room where make up artists and hair stylists would help them get ready, he saw him. Chimon was cuddled up on the couch, his face turned away and towards the lilac fabric, his back facing the entrance, and one arm under his head like a pillow.

As Perth approached, he noticed something that made his cheeks burn, and his ears flush a radiant red. Hidden in the small space between the couch and Chimon, he held a small Perth Tanapon plushie.

His very own merch doll made especially for their ship this past year.

This has to be the cutest sight I've ever screen, he thinks as he watches him. After a few seconds, Chimon burrowed his face into the small head of the plushie. Perth's blush wasn't moving an inch. Quickly, though, he fumbled to get his phone out to take a quick picture of his partner sleeping. He'd have to show him later to gawk at the adorable little ones.