Aouboom/ Characters (Short stories)

My Teerak (TanFang)

The club busted with loud music, pop songs filled the room, charging the atmosphere as the crowd cheered and swayed their body to the rhythm. In the distance, a group of friends were enjoying the music like the rest.

Pun and Toey conquered the dance floor, dancing their hearts out as their boyfriends leaned on the bar counter, sipping their drinks. Phum and Peem sat with Tan and Fang, exchanging words and stories on their reunion after college.

As the clock strikes midnight, the 4 couples departed their way back to their respective homes. Tan was drunk like crazy, all thanks to Q and Chain hyping him up to keep going. It's not new for Fang to carry a drunk Tan but tonight felt different. On usual club days Tan would cling to him, someday he cries out, someday he becomes extra playful like a toddler annoying their mom.

Today Fang carried Tan out of the club to book a cab for them but Tan tried to wiggled himself out of his grip. Fang, baffled, hissed at him, clearly having a hard time to hold him. After successfully booking a cab Fang tucked the phone back in his pocket and turned to look at Tan.

"What's wrong with you? Stay still Tan." Fang said, tightening his grip on Tan's waist and keeping him close. It is strange for him to see Tan trying to run away from him.

Tan bent forward, stepping out of his embrace but in a drunk state his body was weak, his mind clouded. "Leave me you weirdo," Tan said, furious and eagerly pushing the hands from his waist. Fang froze, his brows furrowed in confusion. "I have a boyfriend and if he sees you holding me -hic- he will cut you into pieces" Tan continued rumbling, making the chopping sign with his hands to him.

Fang stifles his laughter with a wide grin spread across his face before letting him go. He watched Tan wobble unsteadily as he turned around in circles, muttering, "Where's my teerak? I need to find him before he—he gets mad."

Unable to hold it in any longer, Fang let out a low chuckle and crossed his arms, leaning against a lamppost as he watched the love of his life drunkenly search for... well, him.

"I'm right here, Tan," Fang finally said, stepping closer and grabbing Tan's arm before he toppled over. "You don't need to look too far."

Tan blinked blearily up at him, his lips quirking into a crooked smile. "You... you look just like him," he mumbled, slumping into Fang's chest. "But you're scary. .. not cute like my Teerak..."

Fang laughed again, this time wrapping an arm around Tan. "Oh, is that so huh? I'll remember that the next time you call me cute."

Tan only hummed in response, subconsciously nuzzling against Fang's shoulder as the night settled around them, the sound of music from the club fading into the background.

"My Teerak is much better than you, he loves me a lot and he is super super- hic- super cute."

Fang tightened his grip around Tan's waist, leading him toward the bench nearby, but Tan, completely lost in his drunken haze, kept rambling with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"My teerak is so lovely," Tan slurred, his voice soft and dreamy. "You have no idea... His smile... oh, it could light up the whole world." He hiccupped, his head lolling to the side as he leaned more heavily on Fang.

Fang's chest tightened at the words, his heart doing little flips, but he remained silent, letting Tan's drunken confessions spill out freely.

"And his eyes," Tan continued, pointing a wobbly finger into the air as if describing a masterpiece. "Like... like stars... so bright, so... perfect." He sighed deeply, almost as if the thought of Fang overwhelmed him.

Fang chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that so? Sounds like your Teerak is quite the catch," he teased, trying to keep his voice steady.

Tan nodded fervently, nearly losing his balance. "He is! The best! You know... I love him so much," he declared, his voice rising slightly as if daring anyone to disagree. Fang's heart swelled with pride."No one else... no one else comes close. Not even—hic—not even a little."