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windowlessatmosphere · 2 years ago

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I Still Get Jealous

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Summary: Sky has a new project partner that he can't stop talking about, which ensures that Prapai can't stop thinking about it.

“And the shipping team has been notified?”

“Yes, Khun Pai,” Namtan confirms, nodding as she jots something down.

“Great, thank you,” Pai breathes a sigh of relief. “Is that everything?” Namtan confirms that it is, and he dismisses her with a smile. They’d only had to stay a half hour late today, thanks to her relentless pursuit of perfection in all things business and his burning desire to make it back home to Sky as quickly as possible.

He does just that, texting Sky to get his preference for dinner and grabbing the food on the way home. They’re hanging out at Sky’s place tonight, always the better option when his professors are throwing a huge workload at him.

“How were your classes today?” Prapai asks, making sure Sky is taking enough food. He doesn’t eat enough, in Pai’s opinion, which his mother backs up firmly.

“Good,” Sky answers, pausing to take a bite. “I think the exam went okay.”

“You think?”

“I’m never sure until I get it back,” Sky shrugs, stealing from Prapai’s bowl. He allows it easily, not sure if Sky realizes that he’s not getting one over on Prapai, he’s just making him melt from the domesticity.

“I’m sure you did perfect,” Pai reassures him, his tone indicating that his professor must be crazy otherwise. Sky rolls his eyes in response, but Prapai can see the fond smile he’s hiding behind his chopsticks.

“Oh! And we got a new project in History of Architecture”.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we have to pair up with a senior, pick an architect, and analyze how their designs shaped and influenced architecture. It actually sounds really interesting.”

Prapai nods and confirms that it sounds interesting, listening as Sky explains what he’s leaning towards doing for the project. They move on for a while, and Prapai puts it out of his mind without thinking much of it.

Until. Well.

Once Sky is actually paired up with his senior, Prapai can’t stop thinking about it. To be fair, Sky can’t stop talking about it, or about the senior he’s been paired up with. Apparently, he’s well-known in the architecture faculty, well-respected. Sky can’t stop talking about how friendly he’s been toward Sky, how he listens to his ideas and treats him like an equal instead of just ordering him around. Apparently, Sig’s senior was essentially just using him to fetch coffee and do grunt work, and this wasn’t out of the ordinary. And, of course, Prapai’s glad that Sky’s senior isn’t being dismissive towards him, he is, but there’s really no need to be this friendly, he thinks.

He keeps it to himself, knowing that he’s being unreasonable. Besides, the situation will resolve itself once the project is over and they aren’t seeing each other on a regular basis anymore. He’s determined to put it out of his mind, focusing on doing nice things for Sky rather than being jealous for no real reason. He decides he’ll take Sky to his favorite restaurant, something that never fails to earn him a wide smile, the one that makes his eyes squint a little. He shoots Sky a text, figuring he’ll call and make a reservation once Sky’s confirmed he’s free.

Sky Sorry, P’Pai, I can’t tonight. 💗 P’First and I are working on our project 😞 Rain check? 🌧️

He responds quickly, assuring Sky that it’s no problem and they’ll go another night, when he’s free. There is a little jealousy bubbling back up, but he pushes it down, knowing it’s coming out of nowhere. It’s just a project, Sky’s had them before, and he’ll have them again. The fact that this one comes with a partner he can’t stop talking about shouldn’t change things. It shouldn’t. He’s able to keep up this line of thinking for the next week or so, until it all comes crashing down.

He’s greeting his boyfriend at the door, thrilled to have an armful of Sky after coming home to an empty apartment a few hours earlier. He pulls him in close, nuzzling his nose under Sky’s ear to take in the smell of him, feeling something inside him finally unclench.

“How’s the project going?” he asks, not willing to pull away just yet.

“Good,” Sky replies, laughing at the way Prapai continues to cling to him, even as he moves further into the apartment. “Except, this seriously weird thing happened when we were at the library,” he starts, heading to the couch with Prapai still hanging off him. Pai makes a questioning noise, letting him know to continue, and he does. “His ex was like, three tables away from us, and then came over to flirt with him. And I was sitting right there the entire time,” he continues. “It was so uncomfortable. Why are people like this?” he complains, finally succeeding in herding Prapai onto the couch.

“That is weird,” Pai agrees easily. “Was he flirting back?”

“No, not at all,” Sky rolls his eyes a little. “Apparently, some people can’t take a hint,” he tacks on, a teasing glint in his eye. Prapai huffs at that, pouting until Sky relents and presses a kiss to his forehead.

“You still got stuff done, right?” Prapai questions. They have dinner plans tomorrow night, and he doesn’t want First monopolizing any more of Sky’s time because of some annoying ex. “She didn’t stick around too long?”

“He,” Sky corrects him before continuing, “and no, luckily, it was only, like, ten minutes? Still.”

“Still,” Prapai agrees, doing his level best not to read into the fact that First’s ex is a man, and he is, therefore, most likely interested in men. And Sky is, well…a man. “So we’re still on for dinner tomorrow?” he continues, attempting once again to force down any jealous thoughts. A project. It’s just a project, he reminds himself.

This works for a while, especially since he and Sky get to have a nice dinner and spend the entire evening together the following night. The day after, he’s practically walking on air, so cheery and exuberant that Namtan raises an eyebrow at him several times. She finally brings it up, tone suspicious, until Prapai says something about Sky and her face clears in understanding. It’s nice, in a way, that Sky is such a strong presence in his life that she understands without him actually having to explain.

His good mood can’t last forever, though, and it certainly doesn’t. He heads to Sky’s dorm room after work, knowing that he’s working on his project and won’t want to make the trek to Prapai’s. He doesn’t mind, and settles himself on the couch after dinner, watching TV and hugging a throw pillow that smells faintly of Sky’s shampoo. When Sky gets back, Prapai’s all over him, kissing him repeatedly on his cheeks and forehead before kissing him properly. He was vibrating out of his skin a little, waiting for Sky to show up, and wants to express his appreciation properly. This is made especially true by the fact that Sky is wearing one of Prapai’s favorite shirts on him, a loose black sleeveless shirt, with the sides cut so low Pai can easily slip a hand (or two) in and wrap it around Sky’s waist. He does just that, relishing in the warmth of Sky’s skin and laughing under his breath when Sky jumps a little at his cold hands.

He gets Sky over to the couch easily enough, ready to shove his face into Sky’s neck and leave it there for the foreseeable future before he hears his stomach growling.

“Did you eat?” he asks, pulling back enough to see Sky’s face.

“No,” Sky admits, continuing before Pai can argue with him, “I had a snack earlier! But I haven’t had dinner yet.” Prapai’s up off the couch at once, rummaging through the fridge and calling out different options until Sky picks one. Once it’s reheated, he brings it over to Sky, exiling himself to the opposite side of the couch until Sky’s done eating, so as not to impede him with his clinginess. He can’t help but stare, though, which he allows himself to do openly, since he’s not doing any harm. Sky blushes, but seems determined to ignore it. Prapai lets his gaze wander down, lingering on the exposed skin of his ribcage, getting a glimpse of his waist when he leans forward to grab his drink.

Sky starts talking about the progress they’re making, how it’s going on the project, and Prapai can’t help but picture First in his own position. Sitting next to Sky, while he’s wearing that shirt, huddled close together while they talk in hushed tones about architecture, Sky’s favorite thing in the world. He can’t help the stab of jealousy that goes through him, and he actually has to close his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath as he wills it away. He knows Sky well enough to know that nothing is going on, at least on Sky’s side of things. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean First is exempt from developing feelings, and, seriously, how could he not? It’s the one drawback to dating Sky, the only drawback, that he has so many good qualities that Prapai’s constantly on the lookout for random men trying to poach him.

Usually, it’s not too much of a problem, as they tend to be pretty forward, and Sky has no problem shutting them down. Of course, Sky can’t shut someone down if he doesn’t even know that they’re interested, Prapai thinks, nodding along to Sky’s explanation about the architect they’ve chosen for the project. He briefly tries to remind himself that just because First is interested in men, that’s not a guarantee that he’s interested in Sky, necessarily. That line of reasoning is thrown out the window when Sky leans forward again. It’s a very nice view.

So, fine, maybe he’s interested, but that’s still nothing to worry about, Prapai reasons. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about Sky returning his feelings, but he may want to keep an eye out anyway. If the friendship goes on too long before it’s revealed First likes him romantically, Sky might end up feeling used. He tunes back into what Sky’s saying, realizing he’d drifted for a minute there. Sky’s still talking mostly about the project, but definitely peppering in some details that are more First-related. Which is, y’know. Fine.

A couple hours before he’s set to leave work the next day, he gets a text from Sky, letting Prapai know that he and First are working on the project in his dorm today. They’re also getting takeout, and Sky wants to know if he should order anything for Prapai. He responds in the affirmative immediately, eager to finally meet the guy Sky’s been spending the other half of his time with. It’ll give him a face to picture when Sky’s talking about the project, he reasons, determinedly ignoring the other voice in his brain shouting that he needs to know what he’s up against. He’s on edge for the rest of the day, going back and forth on whether he should swing by his condo and change first, eventually deciding against it. He doesn’t usually, he has enough clothes stashed at Sky’s place, and if he feels overdressed, he can always change there. It’s more convenient, and another bonus is that it could be a casual way to let First know that their relationship isn’t anything new or fleeting.

Namtan ends up irritated with him, since he’s basically just staring at the clock every time she comes in to give him something to sign or try to schedule a meeting. He knows he’s not being productive, but he doesn’t feel capable of it, especially with the knowledge that Sky and First are probably already at Sky’s dorm. If he left now, he could get there in about twenty minutes, he thinks, chewing on the end of his pen absentmindedly. He drops it guiltily when the door swings open again, sitting up straight in his chair and making a show of peering over one of the papers on his desk.

“That’s a meeting agenda from two days ago,” she points out drily, raising an eyebrow. She takes it from him, replacing it with the minutes from a meeting he’d missed that morning in favor of a more important one. He groans, and she fixes him with a look that silences him at once.

“Thank you,” he says hastily, giving her a winning smile, one that’s charmed (almost) every romantic interest he’s ever gone after. Sky remains the exception, of course. She’s not swayed in the slightest, snorting at him and shaking her head as she goes back to her desk. He goes through the rest of the day in much the same way, counting down the seconds until he can run out the door.

He finally leaves work, and quicker than he would’ve thought possible, he finds himself standing outside the door to Sky’s dorm room. He takes a deep breath, calming his nerves, and reminds himself that this should be no different than meeting any of Sky’s other school friends.

“P’Pai!” is the greeting he gets when he enters, along with an armful of Sky, which he greatly appreciates. He goes in for a kiss, but only gets a small peck before Sky pulls away, shy. Right. No PDA. He’s still getting used to that, partially because Sky almost never shies away from affection in private, but it’s slowly sinking in. Very slowly.

“P’Pai, this is P’First, my senior,” Sky takes another step back to introduce them. First has come over from the couch and is smiling indulgently at the two of them. Quite unfortunately for Prapai, he’s hot. Which is, in Pai’s opinion, incredibly rude. He’s already taking up so much of Sky’s time, the least he could do is look average while doing it. First doesn’t seem like he’s jealous, or if he is, he’s at least not showing it outwardly. “P’First, this is my boyfriend, P’Pai,” Sky continues. First gives him a polite wai, and Prapai returns the gesture, hoping his expression seems generically amiable.

“It’s nice to meet you,” First says, still smiling. “Sky talks about you all the time.” At that, Prapai preens and Sky blushes.

“Not all the time,” he mutters, intentionally looking away when Prapai cuts his eyes over to Sky, grinning widely.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” Pai laughs. He can’t help it, Sky’s so cute when he’s sulking.

First and Sky go back to working on their project, and Prapai takes the opportunity to shower and change into more comfortable clothes. By the time he’s done, Sky’s at the door, taking food from a delivery guy and thanking him politely. Without thinking about it, he crowds up behind Sky as soon as the door closes, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He only remembers they have company when Sky lets out a quiet yelp, blush rising quickly as he wriggles out of Pai’s arms. He apologizes softly, and Sky nods in understanding. Usually, the people they have over are closer friends with Sky, and he’s not as self-conscious about being affectionate in front of them.

It still makes a little thorn of insecurity needle its way in, but he ignores it in favor of helping Sky with the food. He grabs dishes for two, before remembering they need a third set and pivoting back to the cabinets. Their meal is pleasant enough. First is interesting, kind, and funny, which would normally make him a great dinner guest. In this case, however, every positive trait he displays just makes its way onto a mental scoreboard Prapai has started keeping. It’s ridiculous, and he knows that, knows that Sky isn’t comparing him to anyone else, but he can’t seem to stop. When the conversation turns to architecture, First ends up with a whole bunch of points added to his tally for just how enthusiastic Sky grows. His smile is so endearing Prapai seriously considers taking a couple architecture classes on the side, just to be able to understand him better when he talks about his passions. He shakes that thought out of his head, knowing that Sky has plenty of people to discuss architecture with, both of their best friends included. They don’t need to share all their interests to be able to share their lives together.

Prapai asks how the project is going and gets a quick rundown from First, one that sounds fairly similar to the ones he normally gets from Sky. He also gets a couple more anecdotes, including First telling him about all the times he and Sky had met up to work, only for him to realize that Sky had neglected to eat for hours. This was a bad habit of Sky’s, and one that Prapai was doing his best to curtail, but it was sometimes difficult when he wasn’t there in person. He’d shoot Sky a text reminding him to eat, and Sky would mean to, but he’d get sucked back into whatever he was working on, only realizing that he’d never gotten around to it once his task was finished. It was good to hear that First was keeping an eye on that when Prapai wasn’t around to do it, but it also created a slight feeling of guilt. Jealousy, too, but at this point, that wasn’t unexpected in the slightest.

“He never takes care of himself,” First clucks, shaking his head at Sky. Prapai snorts at that and agrees wholeheartedly, causing Sky to aim a swat to the back of his head.

“It’s true!” he protests. “That’s not my fault!” His indignant tone sets Sky off laughing, and Prapai is stuck staring at him while he does. It’s something he’s loved since the first time he saw one of Sky’s real smiles, the genuine happiness that he was exuding. It still gets him to this day, watching Sky’s eyes crinkle in delight and the corners of his mouth curve up. First is laughing along with Sky, somehow managing to keep his cool in the face of Sky’s genuine delight, which is confounding to Prapai.

The conversation moves on from there, with First and Sky talking about shared professors and classes. First warns Sky off of a certain elective he’d been planning to take next semester.

“It’s interesting material, but there’s only one teacher for it, and he’s really harsh,” he explains, taking a drink. “Lek had him last year and worked like crazy , and he still only got a B minus.”

Sky makes an appropriately outraged noise at this and Pai follows suit, humming a note of condolence to Sky who looks somewhat put out at the thought of having to rearrange his schedule for the upcoming semester. He’s a planner, one of the many things Prapai loves about him.

They finish dinner, and Sky and First wrap up their work on the project for the evening. First is as polite as expected when he leaves, making sure to say goodbye to Pai as well, not just Sky. It’s nice of him, Prapai thinks, up until Sky closes the door behind First and says, “That was nice.” Suddenly, it’s no longer nice of him. It’s some sort of elaborate plot to make sure that Sky likes him better, and to make Prapai look worse in comparison. He reminds himself for the hundredth time that he has no need to be jealous, but that’s becoming a harder message to hear now that he knows First is nice and smart and funny. And hot.

He figures the best solution is just to double down. While Sky is always his number one priority, he can put more effort into showing Sky just how true that is. For the next week, he’s buying presents, sending flowers, and taking Sky out to his favorite restaurants. That last one actually only ends up happening twice, due to the fact that Sky’s so busy with First, working on the project. Prapai is fine with that. He’s fine. He tries to keep it to no more than that, knowing that Sky will end up suspicious if he goes too far overboard. He doesn’t want Sky thinking that he’s actually worried about him cheating, he knows he’d never do that. He just wants to reassure Sky that he’s the right option, that he’s the one to take care of him. Even if the more he hears about First, the more insecure he feels in that idea. He may not have every quality that Sky deserves in a boyfriend, but he knows that the depth of feeling he has for Sky surpasses what anyone else can offer. That much, he’s confident in.

A few days later, he’s buckling down, drowning in all the work he’s put off lately, when his phone rings. He glances at the screen for a second, planning to reject the call until he sees Sky’s name and picks up instead.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets. He can’t help the smile that comes over his face, even though no one’s around to see it.

“Hi, P’Pai,” Sky responds, voice quiet. “Are you busy tonight?”

“Why are we whispering?” Prapai asks, dropping his voice to the same volume as Sky’s.

“I’m in the library,” Sky explains. “Are you busy?”

Prapai looks at his desk mournfully, the wood so covered with documents he can’t even see it. “Um,” he starts hesitantly, already trying to mentally rearrange things. “Maybe?”

Sky huffs out a laugh at that, still trying to be quiet. “It’s a yes or no question, babe,” he says softly, a note of fondness discernible in his voice.

“Probably not,” Pai replies apologetically. “What’s up?”

“First asked us to dinner,” Sky tells him. “It’s nothing special,” he reassures Prapai, “it’s okay if you’re busy.”

Prapai does a quick run-through of everything he has left to do, and comes to the conclusion that he really shouldn’t go. He’s not entirely on board with that conclusion, but it does seem to be the truth, unfortunate as it is. He tells Sky as much, who is, as expected, very understanding about it. The rest of the evening is awful, slogging through mountains of paperwork while he thinks about Sky having dinner with First at some upscale restaurant. Maybe they’re sipping champagne and toasting to their partnership, how well they work together, he thinks darkly. He crosses something out a little too aggressively, and ends up tearing the page. He sighs at that, printing out a new copy and rubbing his eyes.

The rest of his evening is spent in much the same frame of mind, only improved by Sky texting him that he’ll come to Prapai’s that night, since the restaurant is close by. He’s so late getting back that Sky beats him there, though he doesn’t realize this until he enters the living room. Sky’s curled up on the couch under a blanket, mindlessly scrolling through his phone with his eyes half shut. Prapai greets him softly, and presses a kiss to his forehead in response to the sleepy smile he gets when Sky looks up. He goes to sit down, but Sky pushes him back up, dragging him to his room so he can change out of his suit. Sky flops down on the bed, watching him lazily and laughing when he gets a foot stuck in his pants. He puts pajamas on and joins Sky on the bed, much more able to relax with his arms wrapped around him.

“How was dinner?” he thinks to ask, pulling Sky in a little closer and sticking his face in the crook of his neck.

“It was good,” Sky mumbles, rubbing his thumb over the back of Pai’s hand. “I got to meet Lek,” he adds on, sounding slightly more awake. Prapai scans his mind for any information about Lek, remembering vaguely that Sky had mentioned him a few times.

“First’s friend?” he hazards a guess, recalling that First had talked about him as well.

“Boyfriend,” Sky corrects. “I thought I mentioned him?”

“You did,” Prapai confirms, trying to hide the fact that there’s currently a victory parade marching through his brain, complete with a cheering crowd. “I think I just missed the boyfriend detail,” he explains, unable to help his smile at that and hoping it doesn’t show in his voice. It must not, because Sky just hums in understanding and snuggles back against him.

The next day, they stay in and have breakfast at home. They eat with Phan and Plerng, who are some of the only people that are, in Pai’s opinion, always appropriately excited to see Sky. They’re fawning and gushing over him in a way that still makes Sky blush somehow, despite how well he knows them at this point. He’s still not completely used to this, still glances at Prapai every once in a while to make sure it’s all right. Prapai just smiles back reassuringly, always happy to see his family so accepting of his boyfriend, especially considering how opinionated they all are. Sky talks about the dinner from last night, and Plerng chimes in that he and Lek are in the same faculty, and that he’s the sweetest thing. Sky seconds the notion, and Pai has a brief moment where he wonders if he needs to be worrying about Lek instead, then dismisses the thought. He really, really doesn’t need to be worrying about a guy Sky’s met once who’s in a relationship besides.

They take the rest of the day at a relaxed pace, with both of them free for once. Sky’s caught up on his schoolwork, too, so they lounge near the pool. Sky reads manga, and Prapai watches him, utterly content. It’s a wonderful day on its own merit, but is made even better by the fact that Prapai is no longer thinking about First and whether he’s interested in Sky. It’s a weight he didn’t even notice was pressing into him until it vanished, and he can feel the room to breathe that he now has.

Later that day, they’re cuddled on the couch, half-watching a drama. Sky’s on his phone, scrolling through the architecture faculty group chat and updating Pai on all the gossip.

“Ugh,” he huffs, angling his phone towards Prapai. “Remember that guy P’Som was dating?”

“I thought they broke up,” Prapai says, trying to remember.

“They did,” Sky confirms. “Like, two days ago. He’s already dating someone new.”

Prapai expresses the appropriate amount of disgust at that, trying to remember if he’s actually met Som or not. He can’t seem to come up with a face, so he’s not quite sure.

Unfortunately, this starts him back on the path of dwelling on First. People jump into relationships after breakups all the time, so having a boyfriend definitely doesn’t rule out that he’s interested in Sky. In fact, if they are about to break up, he might drag it out a little, until he and Sky are closer. It would certainly make it easier for him to try to charm Sky, especially if he was the one who comforted First after his breakup.

Prapai tries once again to put this out of his mind, knowing that he’s not being reasonable. Even if First does like Sky, which, seriously, how could he not? Even if he does, there’s no chance that Sky would return his feelings, Prapai is at least sure of that. He resolves once again to simply do his best to reassure Sky that he’s the right choice, that he’s the one to take care of him.

One positive from the dinner Prapai missed is that Sky has stopped talking about First so much. He’s switched topics to Lek, who he apparently got along with immediately, which piques Prapai’s interest. They’re texting each other constantly, and having lunch together at school when their schedules coincide. Sky wants all four of them to have dinner together, and apparently, Lek’s very much on board. Prapai agrees to this concept quickly, wanting to meet Lek for a few reasons. First, because Sky is so enamored with him, and it’s made him curious. Possibly a tiny bit jealous, but he’s trying to stay out of that lane. Second, because he wants to see him interact with First, so he can try to discern if they seem like they’re on the rocks.

It takes a little over a week to happen, what with four busy schedules that need lining up, but they do get together eventually. Lek’s effusive, immediately friendly towards Prapai and making sure he’s never excluded from the conversation. When the conversation ends up at architecture, he levels Prapai with a long-suffering look, letting him know they’re in the same boat. Prapai asks about Plerng, and Lek confirms that they have a couple classes together. He gushes about him before Pai even explains that they’re brothers, which just cements his approval of Lek.

The dinner also makes him realize something. That he was seriously, intensely misguided in thinking that First was ever into Sky. First is gazing at Lek nearly the entire night, and Prapai can practically see the stars in his eyes. They’re so sweet together, finishing each other’s stories and jumping in with additional details when necessary. Lek keeps stealing sips of First’s drink, who puts up a token protest, though he seems more charmed by it than anything. It’s nice to watch, and it just makes him more playful towards Sky, who ends up lightly kicking him under the table to remind him that they’re in public. He has an unexpectedly good time, and at the end of the night, they’re already talking about when to meet up next. He and Sky chat on the drive home, and he gets lightly scolded for his slight handsiness at dinner.

Once they’re home, they take turns showering, against Prapai’s protests, which only make Sky laugh at him. He changes into pajamas while Sky’s in the bathroom, consoling himself with the fact that at least he’ll have a nice view before Sky changes. This is cruelly taken from him when Sky exits the bathroom, already dressed in his pajamas. He objects strongly, but is ultimately ignored. He gets over that pretty quickly when Sky crawls into bed with him, kissing him soundly before drawing back. Prapai doesn’t let him go far, curling a hand around the back of his thigh and trying to pull Sky into his lap. Disappointingly, Sky wriggles out of his grasp and smacks his hand away, settling himself about a foot away, facing Pai. This is never good. Generally, it means that Prapai’s in trouble for something, even though Sky would disagree with that notion.

“You’re not in trouble,” Sky preempts him. “That’s not a thing. I just want to talk about something.” Yeah, talk about how he’s in trouble, Prapai thinks sulkily. He doesn’t say that out loud, though, knowing it won’t help his case. Sky’s shifting slightly, seeming unsure of how to start the conversation. “Did you have fun at dinner?” is what eventually comes out of his mouth, though he seems a little taken aback by it.

“Yes?” Prapai says, knowing it shouldn’t be a question. He did have fun. “Lek’s really nice,” he adds on, “and they were so cute together.”

“Good.” Sky relaxes a bit. “Then…you’re not jealous anymore?”

Prapai has to take a moment to absorb the question before he fully understands. Sky knew he was jealous. He knew. So, either Sky’s more perceptive than he accounted for, or Prapai’s just really shit at hiding things. “You knew?” Sky rolls his eyes at that, clearly exasperated.

“P’Pai,” he says, patiently. “Of course I knew. You weren’t exactly subtle about it,” he points out.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you’d talk to me about it when you were ready,” Sky shrugs. “You know, so you could tell me how you were feeling. And we could talk about it. As a couple.” Prapai winces slightly at that, knowing that he has a bad habit of trying to deal with negative things on his own, not wanting to burden Sky with them. They’ve talked about it in the past, with Sky making it clear that he wants Prapai to open up to him, to share things. He’s getting better about it, for sure, but this is definitely one of those times where he’s regressed a little.

“I’m sorry,” he tells Sky, trying to convey how much he means it. “I guess…I guess I knew it was stupid. I mean, I knew it wasn’t logical, and I didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t even…talk about your friend? If that makes sense,” he tacks on.

“It makes sense,” Sky agrees. “Or, I can see why you felt that way. But I still want you to tell me what’s going on, even if you think it’s stupid. Besides, you wouldn’t have asked me to stop talking about him,” he finishes, sounding sure of himself.

“Of course not,” Prapai says, emphatic.

“So, you could have told me that you were jealous. And I could have told you that neither of us were interested, and that he had a boyfriend,” Sky replies. It’s an annoyingly good point.

“I’m sorry,” he reiterates, sighing.

“It’s okay,” Sky reassures him. “Just tell me next time, okay?”

“Okay,” Prapai agrees. “Next time.”

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lvcdrms · 1 year ago

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# cellphone headcanons de dew ft. nin

# cell phone headcanons with @lavenderhazc

♡ what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

no momento é simplesmente khun nin 💎(e, sim, o emoji é pra fazer uma referência um tanto quanto abstrata a safira, porque pedra preciosa e azul e)… até eles se aproximarem e ele deixar nin ❤️ e, quando enfim se resolverem, passará a ser ยอดดวงใจ ❤️ (a tradução literal que eu tenho é dearest heart, ou my most precious heart). é um apelidinho até que comum? sim, mas dew gosta de clichê pra apelido. ele provavelmente considerou colocar my fan (porque "fan" em tailandês também significa "namorade"... e vem do inglês "fã" mesmo) ou my precious, mas se conteve. no fim ele é um romântico! (mas ainda chama ela de my precious pela zoeira)

♡ what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

com certeza essa foto. o motivo não é difícil de entender, né… ele é absolutamente apaixonado pelo sorriso dela. acho que nada seria capaz de impedir o coração dele de fazer tuqui vendo essa foto.

♡ what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

assim que ele conseguiu o número dela de novo, ele botou replay do shinee no toque dela... afinal, ela ainda é alguém importante pra ele, então ela merece uma das músicas favoritas dele de todos os tempos! sem falar que eles têm história com ela, afinal ela teve o infortúnio de conhecer o dew quando ele estava no auge da obsessão dele por shinee, então ela provavelmente teve de lidar com ele cantando noona neomu yeppeo pra ela incessantemente... mesmo eles sendo da mesma idade. mas, quando eles voltarem... ele estará mudando pra baarish ki jaaye do b.prak, porque... bom, acho que a letra dispensa outras explicações

♡ my muse’s last text to your muse

[ 📱 to khun nin 💎 ] Vou te levar um negócio. Que tenho 99% certeza que tu vai gostar [ 📱 to khun nin 💎 ] Aliás, tu tem um tempinho a mais depois das gravações? To borbulhando com umas ideias e sei que não vou conseguir falar contigo antes mas queria saber tua opinião [ 📱 to khun nin 💎 ] E SIM eu fiquei matutando isso e rabiscando letra em vez de prestar atenção na aula.. mas em minha defesa. Puta que me pariu. [ 📱 to khun nin 💎 ] Incrível como saber dar aula e ter didática são habilidades totalmente opcionais na carreira de professor universitário né [ 📱 to khun nin 💎 ] ALIÁS. Acho que esqueci de te contar. abe aquele CD pirateado com aula de violão flamenco que eu te contava? Que papai tinha me dado? Achei ele de novo esses dias 55555

#guy whose love language é te mandar 93299 mensagens em sequência . sim #ask memes ♡ by me.#dynamic ♡ dew&nin.#maya tag.

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philophi9999 · 1 year ago

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KITNAA PATIT MC KAA PILLA SABB HAIN...YAHAA BARAA BARAA PROFESSOR ...

JUTTA CHAATKE MAAR JAAYEGAA...50 SAAL WALA...YE SABB...JUMMA JUMMA 8 DINN WALA MERE SAAMNE THAAMHEGA..

JABTAKK KHUN NAHII KARWAUNGAA..TABB TAKK...CHAU CHAU KARTAA HII RAHEGAA ITAA DHONE WAALE MAJDOOR SABB..

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amorelray · 2 years ago

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I Love Professor Khun AU💙

#tower of god #khun aguero agnis #cosplay #cosplaying #tiktok #tower of god khun #khun aa #favorite character

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yulyeong-hq · 2 years ago

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Bem-Vindo, @yul_khun! 즐기되 조심하라.

Nome do personagem: Nakhun “Khun” Jongcheveevat. Faceclaim: Joong Archen Aydin - Ator. Nascimento: 14/03/1998. Nacionalidade e etnia: Tailândia, tailandês. Ocupação: Entregador no Yang Good. Bairro: Domun-dong.

TW na bio: Menção a uso de álcool e drogas, depressão, homofobia, xenofobia e agressão física.

BIOGRAFIA

[História do personagem pela perspectiva de uma vizinha fofoqueira e conservadora]

Khun? Aquele tailandês esquisito que mora na casa estranha no final da rua desde que novo? Não que eu esteja cuidando da vida dos outros, mas ouvi algumas coisas sobre ele e a família dele. Não tem nem como não ouvir, aquele tipinho é barulhento que só. Eles são tailandeses, mas moraram um tempo na Turquia antes de vir pra cá. E desde que vieram em 2006, Domun-dong nunca teve a mesma paz. Um absurdo que deixem pessoas assim por aqui, se fosse na minha época seriam banidos.

Eu moro aqui desde que me entendo por gente, eles chegaram um tempo depois. Acho que o Khun nasceu em 1998, se não me falha a memória. A mãe dele me contou uma vez, mas isso não é importante, não é? Então, a mãe dele é meio doida da cabeça. Só assim pra ter cinco filhos e achar que isso é normal. O pai é o pior, toda noite chegava quase caindo, uma vez já vi ele se escondendo ali perto do muro com alguma coisa no nariz. Vi com meus próprios olhos que essa terra há de comer, sério. Às vezes ouvia gritos, coisas quebrando e uma vez chamei a polícia. Ninguém fazia nada, as crianças vendo tudo.

Eles costumavam ter um boteco sujo que chamavam de restaurante, mas faliu. Depois disso o pai ficou vagando que nem um parasita em busca de emprego e a mãe dava aulas e fazia faxina. Até contratei ela uma vez por dó, mas era péssima. Tentei ajudar, mas ela nunca se ajudou. Inventava umas desculpas para correr para casa e ajudar os filhos, mas estavam com o pai que não fazia nada.

Por isso esse tal de Khun deve ser assim. Quando ele era criança, até que era fofo. Via ele conversando com os vizinhos mais velhos, gostava de cantar e sempre se oferecia para ajudar. A família frequentava a igreja também, ele cantava no coral e tudo. Talvez seja por isso que a família esteja assim hoje em dia, renegaram Deus. Com o tempo foi ficando mais na dele, se fechou. Continuava educado, mas só. Acho que notou que as pessoas falavam dele e da família. Mas ninguém inventou mentiras, claro que não. Só comentamos a verdade.

Lembro da mãe dele me contando uma vez toda orgulhosa que o filho tomava conta do irmão mais novo enquanto os mais velhos iam trabalhar. O pai ficava em casa e de noite fingia que tinha procurado emprego, mas que não tinha conseguido. Vi tudo daqui, da janela. Essas crianças cresceram soltas, sem educação nenhuma. Vez ou outra esse garoto vinha aqui atazanar minha paciência. Ficava pra cima e pra baixo com aquele violão infernal. Sempre foi estranho, soube desde o momento que vi ele que era invertido. Não sei como chamam no dia de hoje, mas eu já vi ele com garotos. Uma vez beijou aqui perto de casa e eu fiz questão de jogar um balde d’água. Ele começou a me olhar torto desde aquele dia.

Sei que ele teve alguns empregos. Lembro dele trabalhando de atendente e garçom, chegava tarde da noite também. Pelo menos não era vagabundo que nem o pai. A mãe ficou louca, tadinha. Tanto filho pra criar e acabou adoecendo, depressão eles dizem. Eu acho que é falta de Deus. Uma mulher que não se preserva fica assim mesmo, enlouquece. Não sei como ele conseguiu terminar os estudos e trabalhar, pelo menos é o que dizem. Faculdade eu sei que não completou. Até começou a fazer algo para se tornar professor, a mãe dele falava para qualquer um que quisesse ouvir que o filho estava estudando nesta universidade de merda que temos aqui onde só tem drogado, mas largou um pouco antes de se formar. Mas filho de pobre é assim mesmo, raramente vai pra frente.

Há uns anos o pai deles sumiu, foi um caos. Lembro da gritaria, ele saiu com a cara toda machucada. Acho que foi em 2021, um pouco depois desse negócio de vírus, mas de vez em quando vejo ele aparecendo por aí. Sumiu pelo mundo, mas sempre volta para o lar quando as coisas apertam. Os irmãos mais velhos dele foram embora, no fim só ficou ele.

A mãe? Não falei? Enlouqueceu e ele mandou internar. Um absurdo, né? Não cuidar da própria mãe. Na pandemia ele deve ter enlouquecido e perdeu os últimos neurônios que tinha, porque largou o emprego dele lá no Star Pub como atendente para se tornar entregador nesse restaurante com carne barata. É o que eu sempre digo: invertido vive na miséria, Deus não dá asas pra gente que escolhe se banhar nas águas do pecado.

Às vezes vejo ele, cumprimento e tudo mais. Pergunto sobre a mãe, mas ele muda de assunto. Não sei o motivo, já que todo mundo sabe que ela enlouqueceu e só piorou depois que o marido foi embora. É, Domun-dong já foi bom. Hoje em dia não respeitam nem a igreja, deixam esse tipo de pessoa andando por aí e eu não confio. Não tem como alguém se manter com uma motocicleta pra lá e pra cá o dia todo, isso se as entregas que ele faz é de comida mesmo, qualquer dia quebra o pé e volta a realidade.

OOC: +18. Temas de interesse: Todos. TW: Estupro.

#yul.aceitos #yul.yanggood #yul.domun

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chowyunnafat · 2 years ago

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le grand bleu (part 4) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

When PunPun barged into Jannine’s dorm room and threw something at her, Jannine could only look up in surprise. “What the hell?”

“You are a bad person,” PunPun said. “You made me come here in the middle of the night to make sure you were okay. But then I see that you weren’t even here. Don’t ever say I never tried to help you.”

Jannine stopped messing with the dress-form and gave her friend a look that said, “You’re not serious.”

“I’m being serious!” PunPun said. “Where were you?!”

Jannine stuck a needle in the dress form, and turned around to fully face her friend. “I was at the medical bay.”

“So, you were hurt!”

Jannine sighed. “No. I did not get hurt. Wait. Now my ankle is slightly sprained. I jumped from the balcony.”

“Cring herx (Really)?”

“Chai,” Jannine replied. “But I’m okay.” She turned back around to focus on the dress she was making, but stopped when she remembered something. “Oh yeah! And Milli tried to get her girls to jump me. And she was going to chop my hair off in the process?”

“You’re kidding!”

“I wish.”

PunPun sat down on Jannine’s bed, and grabbed her sketchbook, she looked at the sketch it was turned to. “Did you draw this?” She asked. “You’re going to recreate this?”

Jannine shrugged, still trying to prep the dress. “I’m not sure. I mean, it’s definitely going to be a dress I can’t model.”

“Well, I think it’s pretty,” PunPun said. “And this dress does fit your style.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” PunPun said. “Costume Design is more fun than Communication Arts.”

Jannine rolled her eyes and nudged her. “I didn’t know when public speaking became this thing everybody and anyone could do…”

“Khun,” She whined. “When did drawing and sewing become so too?”

Jannine couldn’t say anything in response to that, simply because she didn’t have one. She glared at her friend before focusing on the dress form. PunPun looked through Jannine’s sketchbook.

“You seem to have an affinity for blue,” PunPun commented. “Is it your favorite color?”

Jannine smiled. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“It’s gotta be,” PunPun said. “Your hair is blue.”

“Not by choice.”

PunPun opened her mouth, ready to question Jannine. But stopped short when she saw her friend’s face. It said it all.

“Did you hear about Saint’s party?” PunPun then asked.

“What party?”

“The costume party?”

“Mai?”

“The theme is: fairytale.”

“Fairytale?”

PunPun nodded. “I might not go.”

“Luh?”

“I don’t have a costume,” PunPun said. “My parents already gave me my monthly allowance that I immediately spent. And I don’t get paid from my other job until next week.”

Jannine nudged her friend. “Hey,” She said sitting beside her on the bed. “I’ll make our costumes.”

PunPun sighed. “You don’t have to.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “I’m a fashion designer. I need to build my resume.”

Her friend bit her lip and looked thoughtful. Jannine smiled knowingly.

“Okay…” Her friend relented after awhile. “Thank you.”

Jannine nodded. She looked down and noticed the item PunPun threw at her. She picked it up. It was a tiny decorated baggy. “Khun.”

“Yeah?”

She opened the baggy. “What is this?”

“Oh,” PunPun said airily. “It’s a cleansing mask. I found it outside your door. It must be a gift.”

“Oh,” Jannine said. “I’ve been needing to change my make up routine.”

She closed the baggy and set it on her nightstand.

She then looked at her friend. “I’ll be busy for the next couple of days,” She told her. “I’ll be making our costumes, after all.”

PunPun bowed her head in thanks.

•••

It was the day of Saint’s fairytale-themed party. Everyone had been talking about it. Some spoke highly of a mixer Saint threw when he was in high school and was anticipating the university follow-up of it.

Jannine had finished her school assignments (barely) on time due to all her focus being on the costumes. Despite her professors giving her unimpressed looks, and BamBam noting that she was rushing when they were cleaning up the mess hall (doing the 1-scrub-there-and-1-scrub-here method), she put all of her focus on color swatches, marked down fabric prices, poking her fingers (“Shit!”) countless times while sticking the needle into the dress form, making coffee that contained almond milk (to keep her from passing out), and making sure her measurements were correct.

Basically, she hadn’t had a life for the whole week and a half.

“So, you’re a fish princess?” PunPun said looking at Jannine’s costume. “Then what the hell am I?”

“I’m a blue goby,” Jannine corrected, handing her friend a nude colored face mask. “And you’re the princess who never smiled, hence the face mask.”

“No one’s going to know who we are.”

Jannine patted both of PunPun’s cheeks. “Who cares? It’s not like we don’t look fairy tale enough.”

PunPun rolled her eyes.

As they exited the dorms, they bumped into the girls in dorm D58.

“Zom?” PunPun said in surprise. “Zom Marie?”

The girl looked surprised. But she recovered quickly, and bowed. “Sawadee. Chuu Som. You can just call me Som.”

“You still go here?” PunPun asked. “I thought you graduated–“

“No,” Som said. “I’m just part of the dorm staff.”

“Oh…”

“I also help out with the clubs.”

PunPun looked at Jannine. “She’s one of the coolest people here,” She said. “She speaks French, and won a scholarship to go overseas.”

Som waved away PunPun’s words. “Hello,” She said to Jannine. “Please ignore PunPun.”

Jannine laughed good heartedly. “You do seem like a really cool person, ka.” Jannine bowed. “I’m Jannine.”

“Jannine?” Som said, before her brows furrowed in sorrow. “You’re the girl that almost got jumped, weren’t you?”

Jannine blushed. She looked down at the ground. Dammit. Word spreads that fast, Huh? She thought.

PunPun sighed, and spoke. “Khun Som, it’s not really her fault.”

The dorm aid nodded. “No. I- I know that–“

The girl who stood beside Som spoke up. “Jannine,” She said. “Just be careful.”

The girl bowed with a nod as she touched her chest with her hands pressed together. “I’m Ploy Sornarin.”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I- I’ll be careful.”

She bowed. “Khob khun.”

Som smiled and stepped back. She motioned towards their outfits. “Y’all’s outfits are fire!”

Ploy nodded in agreement. “Where’d you get them?”

Jannine blushed. PunPun nudged her in the side and readily replied with, “Jannine made them!”

Som clapped her hands. “Goals,” she said. “I’m just a girl version of Merlin.”

“I’m Tinkerbell from Peter Pan,” Ploy said.

“You both look spot-on,” Jannine said. “Where’d you find the costumes?”

“I DIY’d it from Pinterest,” Som replied with a shrug.

“Drama department,” Ploy said embarrassedly. “It’s from like two years ago.”

Jannine gave them both a thumbs up. “They’re fire.”

All 4 girls then proceeded to walk to where the party was taking place. The party was in the de-facto event hall, apparently Saint’s parents had connections; that’s why the headmaster was going easy on him. Yet, afterwards, an after-party would be taking place in the boy’s dorm. But the headmaster didn’t know that…

•••

As all 4 girls walked into the establishment all of those who’d already arrived stopped what they were doing, and gawked at them.

Jannine blushed.

That was when Saint approached them. He donned an Arabian Prince costume; as though he were trying to channel the protagonist of Aladdin.

“Y’all look cool,” he said with a smirk. “There’s actually a contest for best costume. And you all are good contenders.”

All the girls bowed in thanks but PunPun. Her eyes were staring daggers at Saint who simply stared back with his same smirk.

Jannine looked between the MC and her friend. Was she missing something?

“Thanks for the invite,” PunPun said to the economics major. “But I’m not sure this fixes everything.”

Saint nodded wordlessly with a straight face. “Krup.”

He then looked at Jannine and the rest of the entourage and gave a smile. “Enjoy the party. Thanks for coming.”

Jannine looked at PunPun. “Are you okay?”

Her friend nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then let’s party!” Ploy jumped in with, grabbing PunPun’s hand.

All 4 girls ran to the dance floor.

•••

Pooped, Jannine picked up a fruity drink from the bar and Minhyuk was the “bartender” once more and donning cat ears. She smiled at him.

“Hey,” She said. “You’re serving drinks again?”

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah.”

She smiled even wider. “What’s your major?”

“Music,” He replied. “But I might switch it to Business.”

Jannine nodded. “I see.”

He then asked, “What’s yours?”

“Fashion design. Concentration: costume design.”

He nodded. “Cool.”

She was about to ask him where he was from (she guessed South Korea) but she was interrupted when the music suddenly stopped playing. She then noticed 6 guys walk in and she recognized three out of the group of 6.

“BamBam?” She said to herself.

Minhyuk chimed in, “Ah, the cool 6”

“The Cool 6?” Jannine echoed. “Did I miss something, or….?”

Minhyuk laughed. “They’re like the king pranksters of the campus.”

Jannine raised an eyebrow as she got a better look of what BamBam’s costume was. Predictably, he was a prince.

But his prince look was a lot more fashionable and unique compared to the other “princes” on the dance floor. His colors were muted but electric tones: a gradient blue dress-top with 8 iridescent clasps adorning the front horizontally, black chino pants with a iridescent stripe running down the side of each leg, and finishing it off with a pair of custom made black Martin Valen low top sneakers. The crown he wore was a purple iridescent metal with little crystals shining off of them. He finished off the look with a pair of black Ray ban aviator sunglasses.

The rest of his friends were as follows: King Arthur, Robin Hood, a frog, The Gingerbread Man, and a duck. And admittedly, they didn’t look too bad either.

BamBam smiled and shouted out to everyone, “We’re gonna party like it’s 1999!” His 6 friends hooted and hollered behind him.

Everyone cheered and the music started up again. She then saw Saint greet them with bows and handshakes.

Jannine took her drink sitting on the island and took a big sip. She looked back out at the dance floor and she could no longer spot her friends. I wonder where they went off to, she thought.

She walked away from the bar and got back on the dance floor. Despite not being as talented as a certain someone when it came to moves on the dance floor she was pretty decent; she could attempt moves further than a normal fist pump.

“Jannine!” An individual donning a blue dress and white sleeves yelled as she ran over to the blue goby. “I finally found you!”

Jannine’s eyes widened in surprise as she finally picked up on who the person was before her. “Lisa?”

Her friend nodded happily. “I’m the heroine from Fairy Tail. Minerva Orlando.”

Lisa’s hair was as usual, but she had a small knot on each side of her head. Her dress was long, and the top of it tubed. Rather it being sleazy or voluptuous, it fit Lisa’s small frame nicely. It was more classy and cute on her than anything. Instead of ornate stilettos, Lisa had settled for ballet flats.

Jannine smiled. “I’m jealous!”

Lisa blushed. “Thank you!”

“Let’s dance!”

But before either girl could start busting a move, a guy stepped up to them. He was handsome in a way that almost reminded her of a certain prince.

“Hey ladies,” He said. “You both look awesome.”

Lisa and Jannine exchanged smiles before saying their thanks.

“You’re–“

“The Pied Piper,” He replied.

“Is that a real flute?” Lisa asked.

He held it up and looked at it. “Hell yeah, it is.”

Jannine laughed and Lisa looked impressed.

The Pied Piper met Jannine’s eye, and Jannine put her head down to hide her blush. Lisa must’ve seen the exchange because she immediately made herself scarce. “I see another friend,” She said. “I’ll be over by refreshments.”

Lisa gone, it was just her and Pied Piper.

“What’s your major?” He asked. “Mine’s Fire Science.”

“Fire Science?” Jannine said in wonder. “Mine’s fashion design, but it’s really costume design.”

He smiled. “Hence your amazing costume.”

She laughed nervously.

“Where are you from?“ He then asked. “I know that everyone who goes here isn’t always a local.”

“I’ve lived in all parts of Thailand since I was 10,” Jannine replied. “I was in Chiang Mai for the summer.”

“That’s cool,” He said. “I was in Hong Kong.”

“Hong Kong, ka?” Jannine said in surprise. “That’s cool.”

He laughed. “I’m glad you think so.”

She laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” She said. “I’m just kinda tipsy.”

He shrugged. “Who says I’m not tipsy right now either?”

She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Hey, would you like to—“ Pied Piper was cut off when he was bumped into from behind. He ended up toppling to the ground along with Jannine.

Her face turned warm at the close proximity. Pied Piper was hot. His eyes were big, and his smile was infectious. His lips were inviting too–

“Blue hair!” A familiar voice said. “If y’all want to do the devil’s tango, do it somewhere else, krup!”

Laughter followed, from both the speaker and a bit of the crowd. Jannine scrambled off of the guy she’d been admiring and looked up. It was none other than the Campus Prince. He looked smug, staring down at her like she was the piece of gum stuck on the bottom of his shoe.

She blinked back tears.

“You’re such a dick,” Pied Piper said to BamBam.

The crowd grew silent.

BamBam hardly look fazed. Or seemingly so.

A smirk still adorned his lips.

With a shrug he said, “Oh, really?”

Pied Piper didn’t bat an eye. “Everyone knows you fucking had to grovel to attend Hnung.”

Everyone witnessing the scene didn’t say anything. Some looked confused while others just ducked their heads down in second-hand embarrassment.

A couple members in BamBam’s entourage stepped forward as though they were gonna…do something. But, BamBam put his hand up, as though he were stopping them.

Even though everyone in the room missed it, Jannine could’ve sworn she’d seen the flicker of hurt and anger in BamBam’s eyes. It was a minuscule flicker, barely there. But she saw it.

Maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her.

Nonetheless, she stepped in front of Pied Piper and said to the prince, “BamBam, I don’t want to do this.”

She said it firmly, but it wasn’t as aggressive as Pied Piper’s tone.

Jannine put her hand on her hip to not make it so obvious that both of her hands were shaking out of nervousness.

Even though the music was still playing, blasting out of the speakers loudly, and the ambience of the party strengthening as more people started to ease into mingling, BamBam and her were making a scene.

The campus prince donned a smile, but he took a step back. “Whatever, Ploychompoo. Desperate is what desperate does.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but she saw each of his friends give her a facial expression as though they were disappointed in her. Like she was the one at fault. But Jinyoung gave her a small smile.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

Jannine nearly jumped out of her skin, but when she turned around, she saw it was Pied Piper again.

She smiled brightly. “Uhm, I’m sorry for his behavior,” She said to him. “I don’t know why he acts like that.”

Pied Piper laughed. “You don’t need to apologize.”

She nodded. “Ka.”

Pied Piper nudged her playfully. “You wanna go to the snack bar?”

“Sure.”

Jannine was on her fifth cookie when she heard Saint’s voice boom through the mic.

Pied Piper had to cut his story short. He’d been in the midst of telling her a story about when he was in China. He’d been made to participate in a survival game at a summer camp his parents had shipped him off to. The summer camp was located in China, near the Hong Kong border.

“Winners for best costume are Jannine Weigel! And…BamBam!” Clapping followed.

She looked at Pied Piper, who smiled at her. “Congratulations,” He said.

Jannine then turned her head to gawk at Saint in disbelief. “Are you…sure?” She and Pied Piper had actually been near the stage when the announcement was made.

Saint gave her his signature smirk that was as unsettling as smug. He nodded. “Chai. You and–“

“BamBam,” She finished. “We tied?”

Despite being confident of her design, she couldn’t say her costume character stood out in anyway. Ironically, if it weren’t for her blue hair she would’ve went as someone else.

“Someone told me you actually sewed your dress,” Saint said. “And your hair is fire. No joke.”

Jannine smiled. “Thank you, ka.”

Saint smiled back. “So, come up to the stage.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Saint, you can’t make me go up there.”

She then looked up at the platform where BamBam stood. He looked just as unimpressed to be up there.

She glared at him. He glared back.

Saint then grabbed her hand. “C’mon. You get a prize.”

“A prize?”

“Chai, krup,” He replied. “Just participate a bit, and you got it.”

Jannine hesitated. But finally relented with a nod.

When she walked onto the stage and got in position next to BamBam she heard him mutter, “I don’t want to do this either, weirdo.”

“Clown,” She shot back.

Looking out into the crowd, Jannine saw the squad she came with. PunPun held her drink up as though to say “You look great!”, Som gave her a heart, and Ploy gave her two big thumbs up.

“Sawatdee!” Saint said to the crowd. “You have the winners of the costume contest. Jannine and BamBam!”

Everyone roared with excitement and genuine admiration.

“Don’t their outfits look fire, krup?” Saint said. “They even match. Like a couple!” The crowd roared again. Whistles and affirmations were heard as well.

Jannine looked at BamBam who gave her a confused look.

She sighed. C’mon Saint, she thought annoyedly. Keep it short and sweet.

“What about a slow dance?” Saint said. “I know we have a lot of couples in the room tonight, and…I’m unconventional like that. So, grab a partner of any sex, and slow dance.”

When the MC turned around, Jannine shook her head. “Saint!” She said in a harsh whisper. “You said I’d only be up here to receive a prize and nothing else.”

Saint wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. “Jannine, relax.”

Before she could slap him, her hand was grabbed and she was being dragged to the center of the floor. “BamBam!” She whisper-yelled. “Let me go!”

Once they stopped, BamBam turned around and put his hands around her waist. “Okay, mai?”

She jumped almost at his touch. “What the hell?“ She said. “We don’t have to do this.”

“You still want your prize, luh?” He said.

She kept her mouth shut and wrapped her arms around his neck. She couldn’t look at him because she could feel his breath, and the proximity was awkward.

But when she stopped paying attention to that she found that the song playing was nice. And despite the bullshit that always followed her, her past self would’ve never bet on winning a costume contest and ending up slow dancing with a decent looking (jerkface). Maybe Past Self would have been happy.

Jannine let out a small snort thinking about her past dorky self.

“What’s so funny, krup?” BamBam asked with an eye roll. “You’ve almost stepped on my foot, y’know?”

“Mai?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “I did not almost step on your foot.”

“Yeah, krup.”

“Mai chai, ka.”

“You almost did, twice.”

She didn’t bother to respond anymore. She decided to simply imagine that it was Kunpimook who she was dancing with.

“ยังอยู่ (Still)” by Mirr continued to surround the room as every pair in the room slow danced.

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absolutebl · 3 years ago

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Your recent ask got me thinking, I do love a good age gap. Any chance you track BLs with age gaps on your magical spreadsheet, or can just remember ones that you have seen?

BLs With Age Gaps - Hyung Romances

So if the het version is noona romances, are these considered hyung romances? Eh, let's do that. For a lot of these BLs, since the seme is usually the older character, the age gap is standardized so not a big deal and not a plot point.

With very few exceptions, I'm not going to talk about shorter age gaps, by which I mean like FighterTutor or DeanPharm or JaeYoung & SangWoo, where the older boy is the seme and is older by a few years, because these are not really about the age. If that makes sense?

Instead I picked ones where, for me, the age is visually present and kind of a bigger deal in terms of life stage and narrative, e.g. one of them is still in school while the other is not... things like that.

CHINA

Advance Bravely

We don't know the age difference Xia Yao and Yuan Zong, but Yuan Zong acts and looks quite a bit older. Censored before it concluded.

Guardian

Well the alien/fantasy people are thousands of years older than their romantic counterparts, so yeah big age gaps. Censored from the get go but we all get it anyway.

JAPAN

Pornographer series

So this is a dirty gaslighting crazy piece of Japan being SO Japan about this trope. But it sure is age gap. Established novelist with an intention to corrupt, bullies college kid into writing his porn for him with the intent to seduce.

Minato’s Laundromat

My favorite version of this, younger seme older uke, 10 year age gap. I love this show so much.

Old Fashion Cupcake

Another age flip, only both characters are older, it’s office set, and added obstacle of boss/employee dynamic. God it’s so good.

JAPAN & THAILAND

Love Stage

Ryu is out in the world as a full on actor idol and Anda is still in university. The Japanese version has the same age gap.

KOREA

1st Love Again

YeonSeok remembers his past lives and is an established writer, he also looks older than HaYeon who is a new editor. So this BL feels very age gap. There isn't much hyung-ing tho.

Kissable Lips

Your bog standard ancient vampire falls in love with a college kid trope, only gay and Korean. It's good but it ends sad, but it certainly is a massive age gap.

Tasty Florida

EunKyu is an established chef with a successful business and HaeWon has just entered the workforce so there is some kind of age gap going on. They also act this way right away, instantly going with hyung.

You Make Me Dance

HongSeok is a loan shark and clearly quite a bit older than college kid ShiOn.

THE PHILIPPINES

My Day the series

Ace is the CEO of a company, although he looks younger he is probubly quite a bit older than Sky who is still in college. However, these two don't act at all like there actually is an age gap in play.

TAIWAN

HIStory 2: Right or Wrong

Probubly the most typical execution on this list. YiJie is a lot older than ShengZhe and also his professor, since this is a teacher/student romance which is a classic age gap story.

HIStory 3: the BL that shall not be named & HIStory 4: Close to You

The side characters in H3 and cameos in H4 BoXiang and ZhiGang have a huge age gap, 12 years, and it is a big deal for their relationship.

HIStory 4: Close to You

YongJie is quite a bit younger than XingSi, not sure on the specifics but he's in middle school when XingSi is in high school and still in college when XingSi has his own business. Also the stepbrother trope.

See You After Quarantine?

Definitely an older younger dynamic with a college kid and an established businessman. Also SO flipping cute.

THAILAND

Tale of Thousand Stars

Chief & Tian must have a pretty big age gap.

Brothers

This is not a good show, but side couple Khun & Kaow are great in it and this is my favorite version of an age gap: younger seme + older uke. Khun is in university and Kaow has a baking business.

Lovely Writer

Again Sib is quite a bit younger than Gene and the pursuer, man I love this dynamic. Since Gene is out of university and established in his career, I'm calling this one for age gap.

Not Me

DanYok is an age gap, but it isn't really the point or the plot of their romantic arc.

Dear Doctor I'm Coming For Your Soul

Absolutely an age gap, I mean one of them is an immortal reaper. Also they confront and address the ultimate issue that one of them will age when the other one doesn’t. It’s poignantly handled, but I thought quite lovely.

VIETNAM

My Lascivious Boss

Vietnam's age gap offering. He's the owner of the cafe and his boy is just out of university (?). It's very very cute.

Also Nation's Brother might qualify.

Others With Age Gaps but I'm Not Into it

Ossan's Love (Thai) triangle second lead

Waterboyy (Thai) side couple

Make it Right 2 (Thai) side het romance, very problematic

Bite Me (Thai)

Call It What You Want (Thai)

Friend Forever (Thai)

Because of You (Taiwan)

Innocent (Taiwan) short

Light (Taiwan) short

The Immeasurable (Taiwan) short

Top Secret Together and Love By Chance both have sub plots of high school boys pursuing college ones, but the one didn’t go anywhere and the other went very very bad, so yeah... no. Although I would personally LOVE to see this done well.

You could make the case that Devil Judge also qualifies.

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namtanlovesfilm · 3 years ago

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I don't know if you're the right person to ask but I've seen you answer some questions about thai culture so I thought I'd give it a shot (but feel free to ignore this ask if you don't know). Do you know if referring to yourself in third person a common thing in thai? because Gun does it pretty often, like "Gun did x" instead of "I did x", and I can't figure out if it's something Gun does to be a little extra cute or if it's a normal way to speak in thai and I've just noticed it in Gun because I've paid extra attention to him.

oooh okay, love that you came to me for this question! so basically thai pronouns are very different from the way they work in english & most western languages. first of all there are many pronouns to say the same thing depending on how formal you wanna be, for example "you" from most formal to least: than, khun, nay, ter, geh, meung. and that isn't even all of them lol bc new pronouns literally enter the thai slang every day it seems :') but that's not all! often times the status that you refer someone as become their pronouns, for example "phi", "nong", "pôô", "mèè", "pa", "lung" all become pronouns to say "you" when referring to these people, and as we know for the most part they don't even have to be related to you. but also! certain professions can become a pronoun as well, notably khruu (teacher) & adjaan (professor)! so anyways, all of that to say that your own nickname can absolutely become the way you say the pronoun I in thai! it's mostly something that you do with close ones though, especially family members, but it's totally normal behavior for gun to use his own nickname as a pronoun :) that being said he does use it significantly more often in interviews & work-related things, whereas most other actors will stick to "phom" or "phi." so it's a normal thing, but also a gun thing at the same time lol

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Got Me In Check

[This was done for the wonderful @tower-of-chess collab!]

It was the late afternoon, sunshine pouring in through the dorm’s cloudy windows, and Khun was pretending to pay attention to his online probabilistic graphic models lecture while actually watching BEST 2 HOUR LONG FUNNY CAT COMPILATION in another browser. It didn’t matter anyways, he was already ahead in all of his work, and he could answer the professor’s questions without even paying attention.

Cats were a much more important endeavor anyways.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and his roommate, Bam, came racing towards him. His golden eyes were filled with desperation, and he was panting as if he had just run a marathon. It was unfair how Bam could pull off the hot and sweaty look (with emphasis on the hot) whilst Khun was stuck with frizzy hair and blotchy cheeks anytime he went sprinting across campus.

“Khun, I’m in trouble!” Bam wailed, hands gripping the armrests of his roommate’s chair, “I need your help”.

Khun’s eyes widened with concern, “Are you okay? What’s wrong? What can I do?”

If this was another Rachel problem, Khun swore to god he was actually going to stab her this time. He couldn’t put up with how easily she manipulated his friend, leading him around by the ear. Bam insisted that she was a good person, but her actions showed the exact opposite. What kind of person constantly gaslit and negged their friends? Khun knew the answer. An absolute asshole, that’s who.

But instead of what he expected, what came out of his friend’s mouth was, “I need you to teach me how to play chess!”

What.

“What?” Khun asked incredulously.

Bam must have realized how he sounded, because he pulled away and tilted his head down to hide a prominent blush. He bit his lip and mumbled something incoherent.

As adorable as that was, it really wasn’t helping Khun’s confusion, “I didn’t quite catch that”.

Bam looked back up and his face got even more red, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears. He fidgeted with the loose strand of his t-shirt and cleared his throat.

“You know how I’ve been wanting to make more friends?” Bam hedged.

Khun did. Bam was a social butterfly, he needed friends to thrive, but ever since they moved away for college, he had been having trouble making them. Khun’s heart ached whenever he saw Bam looking longingly at groups of people messing around and laughing on the campus green. He and Bam were best friends, and they spent almost all of their free time together, but Khun knew that that wasn’t enough. He had no idea why Bam wasn’t surrounded by people at all times, honestly. His natural charisma could fell even the most stoic man. Though maybe he was a little biased.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“And you know how you suggested that I join some clubs to meet people?” Bam didn’t stop to let him answer, voice going a mile a minute like it did whenever he was emotional, “Well I met a really cool group of people, and their club president invited me to join and I said yes”.

Khun could guess where this was going.

“But?”

Bam covered his face with his hands and groaned before answering, “I said yes without realizing that it was the chess club. I don’t know how to play chess! But I already agreed and I don’t wanna flake out and I really, really want to be friends with them”.

Bam lifted up his head and grabbed Khun’s hands, pulling them to his chest. Khun’s heart rate tripled. That probably wasn’t good. But, hey, he wasn’t a physio major, what would he know?

“I had no idea what to do but then I remembered that I know the smartest person ever, and if anyone would be able to help me it would be him”.

“You’re just saying that to butter me up,” Khun chuckled.

“Please?” Bam pouted, “For me?”

Oh god, how could he say no to that? Curse Bam for knowing that he was Khun’s ultimate weakness. He sighed.

“You’re lucky that I used to play chess with Ran, otherwise you’d be screwed”.

Bam let go of his hands, doing a fist pump in excitement, “Yes! Thank you so much!”

“But next time we go get pho, you’re footing the bill”.

They decided to get started later that evening, borrowing a chess board from the desk assistant and bringing it to their floor’s rec room. Luckily, the only other people there were Wangnan and Quaetro, who were busy trying to murder each other in Mario Kart, and Hwaryun, who was working on her laptop. Khun assumed that she was editing a video for her terrifyingly popular conspiracy theory youtube channel. He and Bam sat on the floor in the corner of the room, far enough away that Quaetro’s evil laughter was a bearable volume.

Khun took out the pieces and placed them on the chess board, explaining each of them as he went. Bam was looking at him intently, eyes full of interest. Khun had to avert his gaze just so he could be able to focus and not turn into an incoherent mess. He fondly reminisced about the days long past when he was able to pull off being aloof and cool. Bam had left his reputation in ruins.

When he got to the Queen, he said, “She can move in any straight direction as far as possible as long as she does not move through any of her own pieces. She is the most powerful piece of the game, so use her wisely”.

“So she’s like Khun!” Bam grinned brightly.

“What do you mean?” Khun asked, rubbing his thumb against the edge of the Black Queen.

Bam reached out and took the White Queen, cradling it in his palm and smiling softly, “You’re the most important, too”.

Khun felt his cheeks heat up. Was this flirting? Was Bam flirting with him? No, of course not, that wouldn’t make any sense. There was no way it could be possible, but how the hell else could he interpret that?

Khun had long accepted the fact that his crush on his best friend was hopeless and would never be reciprocated, but lately things kept happening that made it impossible for him to not get his hopes up. Bam had always been affectionate, but it had increased ten fold in the last few months. When they sat on Khun’s bed (which Bam always claimed was far superior to his own) and binged youtube videos together, Bam would cuddle right up against him like a content cat.

Once, when Bam had had a particularly long day at work, he had walked straight into Khun’s arms and just held him for several minutes, tears of exhaustion seeping into Khun’s shirt. Afterwards, they had sat close together on the dorm room floor and Bam spilled out all his frustration and anxiety, fidgeting with Khun’s hand the whole time.

Sometimes, when they were walking downtown together, Bam would just take Khun’s hand and intertwine their fingers, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He wouldn’t even stop his excited rambling, just continuing on as if nothing had happened.

But something had happened between them, and Khun needed to find out what or he was going to go insane.

And in this moment, he decided that, fuck it, two could play at that game.

“So does that mean you’re my King?” He asked, smiling when Bam’s eyes widened and he ducked his head.

“If you’ll have me,” Bam murmured, biting his lip.

Were they still talking about chess? Khun wasn’t sure.

“How could I say no to that?” He said just as softly, before clearing his throat and picking up the White King, “Anyways, the King can only move one square in any direction, and he can never move himself into check”.

The moment was successfully derailed, but the electric charge of something was still in the air, even as Khun led Bam through some easy strategies.

“Now, you should make sure that you focus on the center four squares of the board,” he guided Bam, “Whoever dominates those dominates the game”.

Bam’s eyebrows scrunched up, and Jesus, why was he so cute? It should be illegal. Put him away for life.

“Okay,” he told Bam, “When you can get into a draw with me, that’s when you’re ready”.

And so began Bam’s week-long training, which he said was more intense than anything he’d ever done at Jinsung’s dojo. It was also much harder on Khun’s side, to hold himself back from absolutely decimating his friend in three moves, which Bam made sure to make fun of him for.

“I think it’s cute!” he said, “You’re trying so hard just to help me”.

“I’m not cute,” he grumbled as he took Bam’s Rook out of spite.

The entire thing was a learning experience for both of them. Bam was learning how to play chess, and Khun was learning that Bam had absolutely terrifying game rage. His eyes practically crackled with electricity and Khun heard him cuss more times in those few days than he had in his entire time of knowing him. Baby Khun would be distraught, but Adult Khun was kind of into it.

“Fuck!” Bam cursed when Khun got him in check, startling the sleeping burrito Laure, and making Khun burst out laughing. Bam stuck his tongue out and flicked Khun’s Queen, toppling her over.

Khun moved the chess pieces back a few moves, and guided Bam’s hand to moving the Knight in a way that would have trapped him.

“This is where you went wrong,” he said, “Your instinct is good for your dancing, but you need to plan ahead with chess”.

But Bam didn’t seem to be paying attention. In fact, his eyes were glued to where their hands were touching. Khun jolted back when he realized what he had done, but Bam took his hand before he could move away, shifting so he was holding it. Khun died a little, but he was pretty sure he didn’t let it show. Relatively sure. Kind of.

They managed to play with their hands together, but Khun’s brain was mush. That was when Bam finally got a draw. Khun would have protested, but that would mean admitting why he was distracted.

As Bam was cheering and texting Isu that he was coming to the next meeting, Khun put away their pieces, trying not to feel loss. Bam didn’t need him anymore, at least not for this. He had always known it wasn’t permanent, but a part of him had hoped it would last a little longer. Khun bit his lip.

“Hey, Khun?” Bam said, voice still brimming with excitement.

“Yeah?” his voice sounded hollow. Damnit.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come, too? I just thought, you’re really good at it, and I think you’d like everyone there, and I want you to be friends with my friends”.

Khun blinked. He blurted out his answer before he could even think.

“Yeah. Yes, I would love that”.

Bam grinned, face lit up like the sun.

He reached over, hands gently cupping Khun’s face, and brought him in close. So close they were breathing the same air. Bam’s smile turned soft and he nuzzled their noses together before his sunshine eyes flickered down to Khun’s lips.

Oh god, was this happening? It was happening. Oh god. Khun’s brain stuttered and broke down. There was never a time in his short, short life where he thought that this would ever be possible, that Bam would ever think of him in this way. But Khun had always been a selfish person, he wasn’t going to take this gift for granted.

He leaned in, bridging the gap, and then they were kissing over the chess board and it was everything. Bam hummed into it, pecking Khun’s lips once, twice, three times. Khun tugged him in and kissed him for all he was worth, knocking the chess pieces over in the process. After one last kiss, Bam pulled away, giggling.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, Khun!”

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