They move in together, they get domestic, things progress.
Tine grins and flaps the pink apron in the air between them like he's teasing a bull. "Turn around."
This time Sarawat rolls his eyes but does as instructed, facing the kitchen island as Tine practically bounds up behind him, already tossing the loop of the apron over his head. He takes his time with the task, smoothing out the fabric over Sarawat's chest until his hands find the strings at his sides. His fingers trail over Sarawat's waist as he pulls them around to his back, thumbs tracing out the line of his spine beneath his shirt as he ties it off into a neat bow. He keeps his hands there for a moment, admiring his handiwork and the view of Sarawat's boxers still visible around the back. And then, for the second time in a matter of minutes, decides: ah, fuck it.
Takes place during episode 10.
Tine was always a man who strived for a perfect order in his life. And how happy he was when he finally got it, in his stable relationship with Mil, who not only cherished him but also took him to his University trip where Tine meets Sarawat, the heartthrob of University and instantly feels a spark that he knew was not good for him. How will he manage to resist the fire that Sarawat ignites in his heart but mostly his body?
A sarawatine fanfiction. 💚🤍