BL ONESHOTS NO.5

⁹⁴⁰😭🥰Pat x Pran

"You okay, man?" Pran's voice had concern as he peered at Pat through the dimly lit room.

Pat looked up from the half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, his eyes bloodshot and distant. "I'm fine," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Pran's brows furrowed as he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch Pat's shoulder. "You don't look it."

"Just...thinking," Pat replied, his gaze drifting back down to the amber liquid that swirled in the bottle like a whirlpool of his own thoughts.

The silence that followed was thick and heavy, laden with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Pran knew better than to push, but he couldn't help the curiosity that gnawed at him. "About what?" he finally asked, his voice soft.

Pat sighed, his shoulders slumping. "About...everything," he said, his voice barely audible.

The two men had been friends since childhood, their bond stronger than any they had with anyone else. They had shared secrets and laughter, tears and joy, but there was one thing Pat had never shared with Pran - his love. A love that had grown like a vine, wrapping around his heart until it was all he could feel, a love that had both nurtured and suffocated him in the quiet corners of his soul.

Now, as the whiskey warmed his insides and the shadows danced on the walls, Pat found himself unable to hold it in any longer. The words spilled out of him like a dam breaking, a torrent of feelings that had been held back for so long.

"It's about you," he confessed, his eyes finally meeting Pran's.

Pran froze, his hand still on Pat's shoulder, his heart hammering in his chest. He had always suspected, but to hear the words spoken aloud was like a sucker punch to the gut.

"What...what do you mean?" he stuttered, his voice betraying his shock.

Pat took a deep, shaky breath. "I'm in love with you, Pran," he said, the words coming out in a rush. "I have been for years. And I can't do this anymore."

The room seemed to shrink around them, the air charged with tension. Pran's eyes searched Pat's, looking for any sign of a joke or a mistake, but all he found was raw, unfiltered truth.

"Pat, I...I don't know what to say," Pran managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Pat's grip on the bottle tightened, his knuckles turning white. "You don't have to say anything," he said, his voice heavy with pain. "Just...just don't let it ruin us."

And with that, the confession hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding, a hope for a future that might now never be. The moment stretched on, the silence a stark contrast to the chaos that was unfurling in Pat's heart.

Pran's eyes searched Pat's, looking for a sign of what to do next, but all he could do was stand there, frozen, the weight of the confession pressing down on him like an invisible force.

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and a gust of cold wind sent shivers down their spines. In that instant, the warmth of their friendship felt like it had been blown out like a candle, leaving them standing in the cold, harsh light of reality.

"What's going on in here?" a third voice bellowed, breaking the tension. It was their mutual friend, Wai, who had come looking for them after noticing their absence at the party.

Pat quickly wiped at his eyes, hoping to erase any evidence of his confession. "It's nothing," he said gruffly, his voice still thick with emotion. "Just had a bit too much to drink."

Wai looked skeptically between the two of them before shrugging and leaving them to their own devices, the door slamming shut behind him. The noise brought Pran back to the present, and he took a step back, his hand dropping from Pat's shoulder.