Ice cold heart and a loudmouth.
What will happen when these two opposite poles collide?
Will friendship blossom into something else or the striking personalities will drift them apart?
Date Started: January 31, 2019
Date Completed: May 1, 2019
Charles POV "What about Tin?" I asked my little brother laying on the sofa. After a few more conversation exchange Can stood up heading upstairs. On his way, I didn't miss that red mark on his neck. "Is that a hickey?" I said to myself keeping a close eye on my brother who just pass me by. No it can't be how can he have that? Can stayed late at school, he came home riding Tin's car and now a hickey. One conclusion only came to my mind, he and Tin but that's impossible. Meaning they have make amends and has something going on. I need to investigate more discreetly. A smirked has been in place on my face with the thought of Tin and Can going together. Finally, Tin has found someone who can match and control his attitude. But still how?
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My thinking was interrupted when my phone beep. "Can I have your brother's number?" - Tin I chuckle upon reading his message. I immediately dial Tin's number. "Hello" - Tin "So, why do you need his number?" "Are you not the one who told me that someone needs to initiate to fix things since your brother is stubborn? So here I am trying to fix things." - Tin "Okaaaay!" "Come on give it to me." - Tin "You are too demanding right now. Remember whose number you are asking for. Can may not like it if I give his number to you. "Just tell him that I secretly fished it on your phone!" - Tin "Let me think about it." With that I ended the call but at the same time I forwarded Can's number. My theory is confirmed something fishy is happening between those two. "Thanks! You are the best." Tin replied to my message.
————————————————————————————— After reading Tin's last message Can can no longer deny the strong feeling that he has for the boy with a frozen gaze. Strong feeling which is not made of hate but rather feeling of affection. From the sensation that he felt when their lips touched to the spark that make his body jolt whenever their skin made contact and the butterflies that fill his very being. Undoubtedly he made a conclusion that he likes Tin, it must be the reason he never felt afraid of him and the reason for his action when Tin started disregarding him the other week. "He's feeling the same way I do right?" Can said to himself to justify the action Tin did and the moment that they share at the rooftop plus the message he just got from the boy. "How did he get my number?" another question pop into his mind. "Charles." he said without even thinking for another person to blame. He is now conflicted how to act with Tin whenever Charles is around, he's brother is not dense. Moreover, what makes him more concern is how will Charles react extending his family. Not that he and Tin are a couple but he knew that they like each other. He has a cloud of thoughts raining on him tonight but he know what needs to be done first. Define, define the sort of relationship he has with Tin and he is sure everything will follow suit. With that, he went to the world of slumber with his ice prince into his mind and dreams.
Can's POV "They will hold a tryout for the soccer team today." my brother Charles said to me as I descend to our stairs. "Soccer!" I better bring extra clothes and shoes. "Thanks Charles for letting me know! You simply is the best brother!" I said happily. "Oh by the way, Mom has brought our car. Her car seems broke. I'll go ahead of you I need to finish some school work that is due after lunch." "Aw! Okaaay" I pout at him. I went back to my room to fetch the extra clothes that I will bring for the tryout. "Should I bring my soccer shoes?" I grabbed it and place it on the gym bag. "Wait for me at your house, I'm picking you up. We'll go to school together." I read Tin's message. Another set of butterflies swirl on my stomach upon reading his text.
