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Who's It Gonna Be?

"Sarawat! Tine! I need your help!"

A month has passed since Tine's 'Dress-Up' week and they were living their robotic lives peacefully after the whole fiasco - No One-Braincell Gang knocking on their door to disturb their evening reminding Tine to get dressed; no White Lion Gang making Sarawat feel more jealous and possessive unnecessarily; no Pear smiling at them while caking Tine's face with makeup; and no Earn to yell at him for being a horny, thirst crazed pervert who couldn't keep his dick in control whenever he was with his bunny.

Life was back on track, just like it had always been after Sarawat got the love of his life to agree into making a nest with him.

Sarawat shook his head at that thought, nose scrunched up.

'Maybe I should stop watching Nat Geo for a while...'

Anyway, their life was back the way it had always been. Until-

"What is it now, Earn?" He looked at the fellow guitarist standing on his doorstep with a frown.

Sarawat was exasperated.

Life was back on track. Until Earn came barging in his house to third-wheel his carefully planned quality time with Tine.

Yes. Carefully planned.

Sarawat had just got off from his classes. It was still quite early and he had no football practice for today. While he was free all evening, Tine had Cheerleading practice as the Inter-Faculty Tournament was a mere three weeks away.

Sarawat felt sorry for Tine. The captain of Poli. Sci. team had been kind enough to let them rest a bit seeing how hard they practiced. Tine, on the other hand, had involuntarily become the cheerleading team captain for the Law faculty due to P'Fang having to deal with the plaster around her leg, an unfortunate result of landing incorrectly after doing a few handsprings.

Tine would often come home tired, more than before, and go straight to his study desk to get done with his work and cases and then, as if he wasn't exhausted enough already, do some postures that he would try and hold up for as long as half an hour. Just seeing Tine contort himself in difficult looking cheerleading postures for a long periods of time, Sarawat felt pain bubbling in his own arms and legs. Tine was flexible and him? Meh... Not so much. He could feel the stiffness of his muscles through his eyes everytime Tine stretched.

Tine was diligent in his work to a fault and a perfectionist. Sarawat didn't really like that.

He felt like he had to talk to Tine, tell him to take a little break and relax for a moment.

And this was the exact reason why Sarawat had a 'carefully planned' evening in his mind. He even made sure that none of their friends would disturb the evening by waltzing in on their little moment. He texted all of them - Man and Boss, and Fong, and Ohm, and Phuak, and Earn (he did not text Pear. He had faith in her. He was sure Pear had a reliable brain. Also, he couldn't even in his sleep send her a text filled with nothing but swear words. She didn't deserve that kind of treatment from Sarawat - so very much unlike the list of names fore mentioned.) - that Tine and him will be unavailable for any kind of interactions and not to disturb their evening today as he wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend, alone.

And yet this happened.

"I need your help. Where is Tine?"

Sarawat let out a long, heavy sigh.

"He's on his way. He had Cheerleading practice. But why are you here?" Sarawat inquired. He was really curious as to why was Earn pestering him even after he'd sent out a warning to all weirdos in their squad.