It's been a full day.A full day that Sarawat has gone to another city for some music competition-slash-gig-slash-opener-slash-thing.
And he regrets letting him go.
But he can't tell him that.
Not if he wants the other to stick himself unto him with Krazy Glue, and latch unto him if he had the chance. He sacrificed his dignity, to convince Sarawat to go to the thing. Dim and the rest of Ctrl+S begged him to convince him to go.
And he can never say no to free all-you-can-eat buffet gift checks anyway.
But that's not the reason he agreed. He agreed to convince his boyfriend, because since they've been together, Sarawat has been attached to his hip, to his stomach, to his leg, like a (handsome, adorable, giant) leech. And he feels guilty of getting all the attention from this man, who has the world begging for his time.
So he (the leech) agreed, with the condition, that he (the leech) gets to "get" him (the poor but Chic host) when he comes back. He doesn't actually, totally understand what that means. But anything to make him go.
" อยาก ให้เธอฝันดี" '
I want you to have sweet dreams'He sings forlornly, a little off-key, but no one is listening, so who cares. He's on his side of the bed, sideways, looking at Sarawat's, supposed, side of the bed.
"หาก ในวันที่เราไกลห่างกัน"
'If we're far apart'Okay. Woah.
He gets up from the bed and decides to cook himself dinner.
Just then Sarawat calls him.
He grins but lets it slip and composes himself. "Hey."
"Hey, baby." Sarawat greets and Tine clenches his fist not to cringe (squeal).
His voice (the fucking handsome leech) sounded like he just woke up. Is that how he usually sounds like?Or is it just because he has not heard of him in, 23 hours, and 54 minutes?
"Stop calling me that." He nags.
"Hmm," Sarawat answers.
"How's the first day?" Tine asks. He leans back on the kitchen counter now, his arms folded.
"Could be better. If you were here with me," he answers.
If his friends could hear this conversation right now, they would tease him to death. Good thing they can't.
"You know that's not possible,"
"Hmm," the other answers. "That's why I said IF"
Tine doesn't answer. Not for any particular reason. He's just felt relieved to be able to have this comfortable silence with him. Even if it's just through the phone.
"What are you doing?"
It was Sarawat who broke the silence.
"I'm about to cook dinner," Tine says while opening the fridge for ingredients.
"I wanna see you cook," the man on the phone says.
"You'll just distract me." Tine chastises.
"I promise I'll behave. I can't even hug you from behind like usual when you try to cook. So, how am I distracting you, exactly?" Sarawat answers.
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FanfictionIt's been a full day. A full day that Sarawat has gone to another city for some music competition-slash-gig-slash-opener-slash-thing. And he regrets letting him go. But Dim and the rest of Ctrl+S begged him to convince him to go. So he agreed, with...