[PoddFluke] 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼

Part VІ (2/2)

enechelon: Hey guys, so here's part 2, I don't know what I've written. Hope it's not too boring because I think it is. Road to 1K views please *insert aegyo

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"When was the last time, I came here?" Eric voiced out nonchalantly after they entered into Podd's apartment. He stepped further, unclasped his messenger bag from his shoulder and threw them lightly in the couch before he plopped himself beside it.

"I don't know, if you can't remember then, it has been a long time." There was a shrug in Podd's tone. He had himself strode into the master's bedroom and changed his clothes.

"Does it going to take a lot of time for you to cook?" "I'm so hungry that my stomach keeps rumbling in anger." "It probably trying to chew the flesh of its wall." Eric shouted hoarsely from the living room. His head leaned against the back of the couch, staring his eyes blankly at the ceiling above.

There was no reply until a moment later, Podd approached the living room into a light blue T-shirt and a black, three-quarter pants. He rolled his eyes as the only answer at his colleague's frustration.

"There're biscuits in the top cabinet, help yourself while I'm preparing the dinner." Podd motioned his finger at the kitchen.

"Nice, don't be angry if I finish everything." Eric grinned wolfishly and excitedly stood up. His face had lit up as he followed closely behind Podd before they moved separately. Podd had went to his refrigerator and took out a few ingredients. He observed in amusement when Eric randomly opened the compartment and his eyes downcast when it was the wrong one.

Podd volunteered himself to help by opening the right one and took out a container of assorted biscuits and pushed it at Eric. Eric let out an innocent smile and grabbed it before he helped himself in one of the stools.

"How about chicken fried rice?" "Is that okay with you?" Podd asked while cleaning the frozen diced chicken under the running, tap water.

"Mmmm," Eric hummed, swallowing his biscuit, "I'm down for anything."

On Friday, Podd invited Gawin to his apartment with the intentions that were linked to each other, of wanting to have a dinner together/enjoying the moments only between them/strengthened the relationship that just blossomed/wanting to see his boyfriend's face.

Because he had a very irresistible, good-looking boyfriend with deep, charming voice and long legs.

The dinner, it was a very late one because Gawin ended his shift at 10:30 p.m. but the whole finishing up and arriving at Podd's place would be consumed some amount of time. So Podd was practically starving, trying to strongly hold back and waited like a good boyfriend he was.

"You didn't bring your clothes?" Podd greeted his boyfriend first thing in dejection after eyeing the black metallic helmet in Gawin's grasp. He had asked Gawin to bring his clothes and toiletries so that he could stay for the night, did not have to be worried or rushing to his home at late hour.

"Hey," Gawin greeted him back, his lips pressed into a tight-lipped smile. He stepped further into the room after he closed and turned the lock blindly. He walked past his lover, letting his shoulder brushing slightly against Podd's as he went to place his helmet below the couch, on the ash, nylon carpet.

"No," Gawin mumbled out, replying Podd's question. Already turning to face Podd that had moved closer, standing in front of the couch, shifting from foot to foot that amplified his anxiety with crossed arms. His expression had stretched into somewhat grim.