Fluffy Oneshots

Fix a DATE

"Hey, Thyme, I'll fix a date for you soon. I mean, how many girls out there are looking for your hand? Rose will be the best."

Thyme smirked. "I have my eyes fixed on a date. Still... I haven't asked them out yet."

"Oh, really? Who's the lucky girl?"

"You don't want to know."

"Why??" (Kavin pouted adorably, and Thyme melted at the sight, stepping closer to coo at the big baby before him.)

"Because I love him too much."

"Oh! It's a *him*?"

"Yes... And why are you so invested in finding me dates? Go find one for yourself," Thyme teased, nudging Kavin.

Kavin grabbed Thyme by the shirt and pulled him against a nearby wall, cornering him. Thyme found the sight unbearably sexy, his pulse quickening as he moved even closer.

"I don't want one," Kavin said softly. "I have you."

"But I'm not your lover."

"Yes, but you're my best friend."

"Kav, we need lovers too."

"Hmph... Fine. I still want to know—who's your love?"

Thyme grinned mischievously. "He's tall, handsome, milky white skin, perfect lips that should be kissed every day, and se—"

"STOP! I asked for his *name,* not his resume!"

"If I tell you, will you be angry with me?"

"Why would I?"

"Kav... Haven't you ever loved me?"

"What?!"

"I asked you a question."

(Thyme leaned in, brushing his fingertips across Kavin's cheek with unmistakable affection. Kavin froze, his body turning cold, but his heart burned from the unspoken connection.)

"I... I... N-No," Kavin stammered.

"Are you telling me you've never loved me for even a second, all these years?"

"Thyme, my love for you doesn't matter here. I asked about *your* lover. And don't touch me like this!"

"Don't shout at me like that," Thyme said, voice dropping to a whisper. "I love you, idiot. Can't you see it? My sweet trouble."

"N-No way!" Kavin stuttered, trying to back away, but Thyme caught him in a tight hug.

"Shh... I love you, Kavin. I've loved you for... I don't even know how long."

"Thyme... Can you let me go? I can't breathe."

(Thyme chuckled and loosened his hold, his hands tender as he cradled Kavin's face. Kavin turned bright red, shy beyond words. Thyme couldn't resist the urge to kiss him.)

"Kav?"

"Hmm?"

"So, what would you say?"

"I... I don't know. I'm too shy to admit anything right now."

"It's okay, darling. But can I kiss you? I can't resist—you look so kissable right now."

"Hah! What—"

(Thyme didn't wait for an answer. He kissed Kavin's forehead, then moved to his lips. It was wild, an outpouring of pent-up emotions and love. Kavin unconsciously kissed back, their passion leaving them breathless. Thyme pulled him closer, soothing him with a gentle touch.)

"I love you," Thyme murmured against Kavin's ear. "That kiss was just as sweet as you. I could kiss you forever, my shy little love."

"Stop, Thyme," Kavin mumbled, flustered.

(But Thyme couldn't stop. He stole another kiss, sealing his confession with undeniable love.)