Neverland Pride

Day 3

Can was in the middle of his commentary stream of the Blood Hunt tournament, when his chat suddenly went haywire with the same type of comment:

Who is that?

Who does that chest belong to? Behind you?

Show his face!

A glance on his phone, that was doubling as his improvised second screen, showed Can what they meant.

He could only roll his eyes.

Yesterday, Tin had used all his worktime in the morning trying to plead and bribe his way out of the room – without success. Can had stayed in bed, pretending to sleep, and had listened to his involuntary roommate going through all the five stages of grief.

When he had finally accepted that there was no way out of the room for him for the next two weeks, Tin had ordered spare clothes through the front desk, that had been delivered along with their dinner last night.

Unfortunately, they didn't get the sizing properly – and now, Tin was walking past the camera behind Can in a very tight white t-shirt that left little room for imagination, and rather form-fitting grey sweat pants that made his butt look...

Okay, Can would admit that... it looked hot.

All of it: the abs underneath the t-shirt and the round, firm butt that had been so well hidden by his tailored suit. That body could make anyone insecure, and Can had never felt uglier next to another guy.

Of course, his viewers would think the same. People were so shallow.

They wouldn't drool over the image of Tin's torso in the background, if they knew his personality, though: nothing but a cold-hearted moneybag.

This was their third day in quarantine together, and they had barely talked unless it had been necessary – and while Can had spent most of his allotted time streaming to his viewers or video-calling with his friends and family, Tin hadn't contacted anyone that didn't have a business connection to him.

No wonder, with that icy personality, who would want to talk to him?

"Shhh..." Can hissed in the direction of Tin, who was again walking behind him, from the bathroom towards the balcony on the other side, "you're walking into my stream."

"So?"

This unbothered answer surprised him. Can would have expected Tin to protest, like he had done on the first day.

"Everytime you're in the picture, my viewers ask who this is and they want to see your face. You better stay away!"

A glance back at the chat comments running by on the screen showed him that his viewers didn't appreciate this warning.

Show us!

Who is he?

Don't be such a tease!

"That's just the guy who shares my quarantine room."

As soon as Can had made this remark, the comments started to take a different direction:

Shared room? Is there only one bed? *hopeful*

Where is your mind going?

Don't pretend yours isn't going there, too.

They'd be cute together!

You don't even know the other guy's face.

Who needs a face with that body?