𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧.

03: dirty thoughts

it had been a week since tine and sarawat had talked after the fight at the field. sometimes he would run into sarawat and the latter would flirt with him, pissing tine off.

tine rubbed his forehead in frustration as he remembered what sarawat as said to him at the precinct.

"but i want to,"

he could even remember how he said it. his voice was raspy, making tine's legs feel like jelly as he heard him speak in that voice.

it was on repeat in his head, feeling something strange in the pit of his stomach.

tine groaned in frustration. "fuck this! i'm going to bed," he yelled to himself, turning to his side and shutting his eyes.

when it was midnight, he woke up feeling something painful in his lower region, sweat covering his forehead as he had just had a wet dream.

"dammit! i'm not in high school anymore!" he cried, looking at his boner.

the thing that pissed tine off the most wasn't because he had a boner. it was because the cause of his boner was sarawat. he flopped back down on his bed, contemplating whether to jerk off or not. instead, he shook it off, going back to sleep and ignoring the tent in his pants.

during that night, tine could hear himself moan in his sleep, dreaming about how sarawat was going down on him after his cheer competition, celebrating them reaching first place.

the next morning, tine woke up and thanked the gods above that his boner had died down. he checked his phone, running around the room to get himself ready before he was late to school.

when he arrived at the campus, as usual, people would gossip about him— what he did at the fight actually.

he spotted his friends at the entrance of the school, just talking about their morning. "hey bud- you look like a mess." ohm spoke as he looked at win up and down.

his tie was crooked, half of his shirt untucked while the other was tucked in and his collar was inside out.

"i woke up late," he spoke, wondering how he didn't get run over while driving.

he let his friends fix his uniform, not caring if other people judged him. once they were done, they praised each other for a good job in fixing the mess that was tine's choice of clothing.

"so what happened? talk to mommy," said fong as he looked at his friend who was half asleep. "oi," he flicked his forehead, startling the latter.

"ow," tine whined as he rubbed his forehead. "i don't know why i woke up late...i swore i set my timer right," he took out his phone, realizing it was on silent mode.

"dumbass," his three friends facepalmed at tine's absent-mindedness. "i must've put it on mute after i stalked his profile-" he cut himself off, looking away.

"did you say something?" asked pheuk, raising a brow. tine shook his head, putting his phone back in his pocket.

he felt a tap on his shoulder, his soul leaving his body.

"hows your cheek?" asked the taller male, handing over an ice pack. tine looked at it suspiciously. "really sarawat? you decide to just talk to me the next week after my fight?" tine spat, not caring at how attractive the latter infront of him was.

his three friends excused themselves, not wanting to he involved with the two.

"i've been busy," he shrugged. tine narrowed his eyes, taking the ice pack. "busy flirting with girls?" he asked, opening it and putting it on his left cheek, feeling how cool it was on his warm skin.