A story about brothers and their lovers.
This a GBKCTT fanfiction with just a little angst, a whole lot of fun, romance and smut!
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A/n- Have you been watching Hotelstars? I've seen people complain a lot. I got to admit that it's getting harder to watch with each episode. My unconditional love for the boys is the only thing keeping me there. Of course, I wasn't surprised that the only BL in it is a side couple and queerbaiting. I never had faith in Starhunter. But at least they should have taken advantage of the boys' acting skills. They are extremely talented. But Hotelstar is lame. There I said it. Sorry.
I have accepted a long time ago that I might never see my perfect couple Godt and Bas in a series again. I'm happy at least they share glimpses of private moments together. However brief they are, it keeps me going.
I'm so excited that we are finally going to see KimCop in a series together. It's been so long and I'm so eager. Even though I don't trust Starhunter. I trust the words of my sweetest cutest couple.
We might get to see TaeTee in a series, probably Triage in 2020. And I hope my hottest couple will be brave enough to do it properly with a few real kisses included. I know KimoCop will give us some intimate scenes. But please TaeTee we need one from you too. We've been waiting since 2moons.
Sorry about the rant.
Enjoy the chapter, please.
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Godt opened his mouth to speak. Bas panicked.
"I'm going up to my room," Bas tried to get up.
He doesn't want to be alone with Godt let alone speak. He needs to be up in his room and get his defenses up.
"Don't try to run away," Godt said in a tight voice. He sounded irritated. "That's all you do," Godt muttered. "That's what you did last time."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bas hissed angrily. He's angry because with his hands bandaged and ankle sprained, he's practically an invalid. He doesn't want to be weak in front of Godt.
"Look," Godt sighed. "Don't try to get up. Your ankle will get worse." He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. "Tee is right," He shook his head. "We need to sort this out."
Bas sat back on the sofa. He can't stand up on his own anyway.
"There's nothing to sort out," He mumbled, looking away.
"Alright," Godt sat next to him on the sofa. "Can you tell me one thing then? Why do you hate me this much?"
"I don't hate you," Bas muttered.
"Really?" Godt snorted like he's making fun of Bas. "Could have fooled me." It made Bas angry. Nobody made fun of him and got away with it.
"Okay, I take it back." Bas snapped. "I absolutely loathe you." He sneered.
"Can you tell me why?" Godt asked calmly.
The tall man's lawyer act is seriously getting on Bas's nerves.
