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Prologue
Kindergarten, sunflowers, and kindred spirits.
“Who are you?”
Bam asked; because it was rude if he didn’t and because at the playground there were flowers, but this person was different, and he could feel it somehow. Mamma said it was a good signal to feel it.
“What?” The blue-haired boy talked, and Bam noticed that he had a sunflower drawing in his clothes, making him more mystical.
“Momma says that when I find someone beautiful, I have to ask them their names.”
The other kid looked at him with curiosity, and Bam wanted to learn more about him.
“I’m Khun Aguero Agnis. Nice to meet you…?”
So, his name was Khun… it was even more lovely than he imagined. But Bam didn’t like his own name; it was long and not that lovely. His master always laughed when Bam protested that he wanted to be named Bam instead of Viole.
“Oh! Uhm! My name is too long, just call me Bam.”
“Nice to meet you my-name-its-too-long-just-call-me-Bam.”
Now that their presentations were done, Bam could finally tell what he had been thinking since he entered the classroom that morning.
“You’re beautiful, Khun!”
One: Shibisu and the helpless struggle of unsaid words. [Alternatively: One: Bam, Khun and the aftermath of “Love”]
On their walk home from school, Bam founds himself recollecting his thoughts. The day’s events still in his head, playing like a broken record. He may be overthinking everything but, there wasn’t any indication for those thoughts to leave anytime soon. Everyone said that high school was destined to be filled with fascinating and intriguing events; but, he was glad that he wasn’t part of them. The only big thing he had going on was a misunderstanding with his best friend, which luckily, after today’s developments, was all water under the bridge.
And yet, even a little misunderstanding made his head spin with all the possible implications that came with it. No one talked about the aftermath of a resolution; no one talked about how some things wouldn’t leave his head, bugging him all afternoon.
Khun had said something, Khun had called him-
“You called me love,” Bam babbled, words finding their way out of his lips in a hurry without him noticing until it was too late. He screamed internally, hoping and praying that Khun hadn’t heard him.
One second passes by.
Two.
Three.
Khun stops walking. Bam panics.
He couldn’t see Khun’s face entirely. So, Bam was preparing himself for the worst-case scenario.
But with Khun, there was never a worst-case scenario, not if Bam was involved.
When Khun finally turned around, Bam could only see blue eyes looking at him in disbelief.
“…What?” The blue-haired boy finally whispers, cheeks rosy and lips parted, and even if Bam wanted to, he couldn’t stop staring.
He smiles sheepishly, trying not to blush; in a second, he realises there’s no turning back. He proves luck and tries again.
“When we were hugging,” he starts, avoiding looking at the other man’s eyes. It’s more of a safety matter than to simply avoid being embarrassed. Bam feels that if he keeps looking at his best friend and those shining blue eyes of his, he will lose every single bit of coherence left in him. “You called me love.”
Khun is silent, awfully calm even for him, and against all his thoughts, golden eyes search for indigo.
He’s met with alarmed eyes staring in every direction but him. What’s even worse is that his lips are in a perfect round frame, denoting surprise, and Bam can’t help but look at them hypnotized. They’re pink and have a lovely shape. Something in his brain says that they’re the perfect shape for him.
Wait.
Maybe he shouldn’t think about that; Khun is just his best friend. But those thoughts grow at an alarming rate breaking every record in the world.
“Oh, uhm, right.” Khun talks awkwardly, “my mom used to call us that, you know, so we could calm ourselves down when we used to cry.”
Bam looks at him intrigued, Khun doesn’t sound convinced of his words.
“I guess I did it out of habit.” He finishes with a resigned expression.
And well, in between all, Khun looks so confused that Bam lets it slide.
“Oh…” Bam mutters, trying to hide the wave of disappointment he felt. “Okay.”
It was unmistakable that Khun would choose practicality over feelings. He didn’t mean whatever overtone Bam was trying to make in his head. Khun called Bam love with the only goal of calming him down. There was no secret undertone, no confidential message to uncover, just a friend trying to calm another.
Despite all, Bam can’t help but find himself wanting for Khun to say something else, anything, that would state that perhaps, behind all, a romantic connotation was hiding in hopes of being found out.
Once again, he shouldn’t be thinking any of that; they are friends.
Just friends.
Trying to leave the awkward conversation behind, they start walking again. Side by side. Between moments, Bam sneaks glances at Khun, who is once again looking everywhere but him. It’s kind of cute. His ocean blue eyes are staring at the changing trees, awe dancing through his features.
Moments like this are the reason why Bam is downright sure that Khun Aguero Agnes is nothing but absolutely stunning. He is ethereal, and Bam is not taking any criticism about it.
Maybe, he shouldn’t think about how beautiful his best friend is.
“Did you…?” Khun talks, indigo eyes still looking at the trees; Bam moves his head to look at him properly. “Did you want for it to be something else?”
Well.
He could lie, say that he was okay with whatever, but deep down.
Deep down, Bam wanted for Khun to say that little and confusing word in a romantic connotation. He wanted to be called love by Khun in a more than a platonic way, and it was frightening how much he desired it. Still, was it right for him to want that? Was it okay? Khun was his best friend ever since he could remember. Was it really okay for him to want to be more than that? He wasn’t sure about it. And yet-
“…Maybe.” He decides to whisper, looking at the blue-haired man with sincerity, trying to open his heart without getting hurt. His friend’s cheeks acquired a devilish pink, and he appears breath-taking. That view is the only confirmation for Bam to know that it was the right answer.
Finally, his best friend turns his head from the trees and looks at him. Blue eyes meet golden ones for the first moment in a not-so-long time; still, they stay looking at each other for more than a second, maybe even a year.
They stop walking, standing on the sidewalk while interrupting other people’s routine. It should make Bam feel bad, but he finds out that he doesn’t care, not when Khun has a soft smile adorning his face. And Bam adores that smile with his whole being.
“Okay,” Khun says at last, voice a soft tune. He looks otherworldly surrounded by the city lights, leaves flying around him, air moving his blue tresses in the most endearing way. And Bam knows he’s in love.
Oh no.
He is in love.
Interlude One:
nightmares, confused feelings and a bed.
Bam woke to a sudden knock on his door, which was strange since he could sleep everywhere and not be woken up by such a little thing. Since the knocking didn’t stop after a few seconds, he rose, lethargic as one could be. What was his surprise when, in front of him, there was the one, the unmatched –
“Khun?”
“Bam,” he breathed out.
Was it a dream? No, Khun would never look this dishevelled in a dream.
“What are you doing here… it's late?”
Khun blinked a few times, lost, trying to find an answer.
“I know it's late, I just – I couldn’t sleep.”
While only focusing on his eyes, Bam noticed how they look a little crystalized; had he been crying earlier?
“Oh! It's okay. We can talk for a few minutes.”
Oh, he had sounded too awkward. It didn't matter anyway because Khun was not exactly paying attention.
“But I’m tired.”
That was even more strange. And suspicious, were Khun and Rak trying to prank him?
“So, why did you come here?”
Silence. Then Khun entered his bedroom, leaving Bam to collect the clues.
“Bam?”
“Mmm?”
“Have I ever told you your duvet is super comfy?”
My what now –
“Uh- no?”
“And that your bed is too big for a guy like you?”
Well, it was big, but –
“Khun?”
“And that my room is a mess, and Rak’s snores are just too much.”
Bam silently noted that he couldn’t hear a single snore that night.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
“No! yes! But it doesn’t matter, 'cause there’s no food at the kitchen and–“
Khun was moving frantically in his bedroom, which wasn’t an odd sight, but it was a bit unusual at this hour.
“Khun?”
“The thing is, Can I sleep here tonight?”
Sleep where tonight –
“What?”
“Too late, too tired, don’t make me say it again, or I’ll leave.”
Oh! That was a lovely shade of red on Khun’s face.
“I – uh – wait!”
“Yes?”
"Just sleep, okay? We can talk about it later.” He patted the bed, trying to stop this awkward situation and sleep a few hours.
“Can you move to the left side? I’m used to sleeping at the right one.”
You have to be kidding me.
“Yeah, sure, just sleep, please.”
Khun flopped down the bed, instantly closing his eyes. Bam watched him, curious about everything that had happened in only a few seconds.
“I lov– like! The sound of your heartbeats.” Khun mumbled, and Bam's heart stopped.
He sighed, “Whatever you say, sleepyhead.”
Two: Endorsi and the art of hidden feelings. [Alternatively, Two: Bam, Khun, and the secrets they’re willing to keep.]
“We’re never telling that story again,” Khun grunts, head moving with disappointment.
Bam notes that he is probably embarrassed and trying to hide his discomfort in the only way Khun would try to, brushing his hand with his own in a not so subtle manner, searching comfort.
“Agreed,” Bam answers in defeat, remembering those moments in the library with Endorsi. They were the most uncomfortable ones he had in a while, and that’s saying a lot.
Their little talk takes place on the street once they’re out of the library. And as they’re walking, Bam can’t help but focus on their semi-intertwined hands. This little occurrence has made its way into their regular lives, becoming a habit they don’t really mind.
When they were in high school, they would always walk remarkably close, trying – and not making it subtle – to brush hands. (It would never end up with them holding hands properly, just pinkies.) What’s more, if Bam tried to change that arrangement, trying to take more than just a pinkie, it would end up with Khun rushing home with a lame excuse.
Somewhere after that, and once they were adults sharing an apartment, there wasn’t any good reason to hide their little habit. Along the way, they transform it into an ordinary thing they did. (Only when they were alone or thought their friends weren’t watching.)
Bam is kind of proud to have been the one who initiated contact that first time after graduation. He isn’t sure when Khun started answering back, but he decides he doesn’t care. Not when the warmth of his hand is so close to him now.
“It wasn’t a lie, you know?” He gathers the courage to talk.
While it was true Endorsi was ruthless with her questions, it was also correct that they tried to evade everything she attempted to ask.
Maybe it was time to finally talk about it.
“What?” Khun chuckles, staring at him with a little playful smile. Once again, Bam is reminded how lucky he is to be the only one seeing this side of the blue-haired man.
But as much as Bam wanted to relish in that fact, he also knows when Khun is trying to evade a topic – especially one that compromises almost everything about their friendship.
“You,” he stops, thinking of the right combination of words to say. The last thing he wants now is for Khun to run away again. “You, hiding in my room, it wasn’t a lie.”
He closes his eyes in retaliation, waiting for a response that wouldn’t make him want to hit his head with a book. He is only partially surprised when Khun chuckles at his side. His mind takes a sideway from its original plan to admire how beautiful was the sound, a melody so flawless many composers would die to capture in their works. If Bam could take a guess, he would say that it was the sound of angels laughing.
“How are we going to explain, Endorsi of all people,” Khun raises his finger in a symbol of emphasis when he says Endorsi’s name. “That I’ve been sleeping in your bed for almost a month.”
“Well, if your phrase it like that –“
Khun snickers at him and Bam joins him because how could he not? Khun had one of the most contagious laughs in the world.
“See?” Khun smirks at him, “We really can’t; we haven’t even told alligator.”
“Hey! Rak is smart. I’m pretty sure he knows already.”
And Bam is convinced. It’s been too many days since Rak had become more subtle at breakfast, always wanting to say some second-meaning phrases but staying quiet for the sake of his food. Also, if there was another being in the world who understood Bam and Khun better than anyone else, that was Rak.
“I stand by my words.” Khun grins, and he looks so kissable that Bam has to remind himself that they were only friends. Nothing more.
But it wasn’t the best moment to think about it. Bam was trying to have a serious conversation, Khun's lips were distracting him, and he wasn’t even mad about it. He couldn't help but think of the night it all started, almost a month ago. Khun in his door, in his mouth a sea of excuses, moving to his bed and falling asleep instantly taking with him every new piece of Bam's heart.
Bam agrees that it’s time to talk about it.
“Well,” he speaks, not sure if he’s going to regret the next words but oh well, “you can say what you said to me the first time you came into my room.”
Khun stops walking, making Bam advance without him, and making their hands separate slightly. But the view he has makes up for it all. Khun is blushing, furiously blushing, and he looks like an apple. He tries to take a mental picture of that sight; for him to admire later.
“And…what did I say to you?” Khun asks, tone cheeky, lips in a smirk. He’s almost back to normal Khun, except that pink is still adorning his lovely face.
Oh, so he’s going to play like that.
Bam smiles, ready to try and turn the tables. (But he knows very well that even there, Khun has already won.)
“You said you preferred my duvet.”
“Is that all?” His friend stares at him, daring him to continue.
And no, it wasn’t all. Khun had said many things that night. He talked about the air, the horrible conditions of his bed, and how Rak’s snores had been so obnoxious, he couldn't close an eye. But even then, the best excuse had been –
“You also said you liked the sound of my heartbeat,” he chips in, remembering the exact moment and how he felt all warm inside.
Khun starts walking again, trying to escape the emotional statement of Bam’s words.
Bam follows him, as always.
“Did I really?” his friend mutters a few seconds later, looking at the stores in front of them. Bam smiles widely, realising this was Khun’s way to ask if it was okay.
Bam wasn’t one for tempting luck, but he does anyways. Deciding his hand had spent too much time alone, he reaches for Khun’s. Now, they’re holding hands, really holding hands. It seems like a little step forward, but this is Khun; it was more of a leap of faith.
When Khun gives his hand a little squeeze, Bam can’t help but think that this was how things should be. Just him and Khun, hand in hand, walking through the streets in the hot sun only summer could make.
But they’re still friends, and he is okay with that. Right now. he’s happy with how things are.
And yet.
Looking at his hand holding Khun’s, wishing that their lives were intertwined instead of their hands.
Maybe someday , he thinks.
Bam still needs to wait.
But he doesn’t mind.
Interlude Two:
a kitchen, a talk, and a shared confusion.
“Bam, what are we?”
It was funny how so many things in your life could change with only a few seconds of difference. At one moment, he was at the kitchen, cooking next to Khun, and at the other, he was at the kitchen being asked a question he was not sure he was ready to answer yet.
“What?”
Play dumb, play dumb, maybe if you do, he won't smell your fear.
“What are we?”
Oh fuck.
“We are – uh, we are friends…?”
He fucked up, he didn’t mean for his voice to waver, and now Khun was looking at him with cunning blue eyes, and– he was getting distracted by them.
“Bam –“
“Best friends?”
Oh, at this point, he was making his own grave.
“Bam,” Khun talked sternly, “What are we?”
Well, if Khun didn’t know, he couldn’t be expecting Bam to know. Bam always followed Khun and didn’t really stop to think about all possibilities.
But if Khun was asking, then it was important. And then again, Bam didn’t have an answer, at least not one he was ready to tell.
“Do you really want to know, Khun?”
The other man sighed in defeat, “I don’t know, but I think we have to talk.”
“Cause I think we’re way past the point of best friends.”
“I–“
“Or are we best bros?”
“Don’t ever refer to me as a bro, or I’ll send Rak to cook next time.”
Bam chuckled.
“Well, either way, I think best friends don’t quite act as we do.”
“Obviously,” Khun cut in, “but I don’t know if I’m ready to put a name on it.”
Ah, just as he had expected, Khun wasn’t prepared yet.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to put a name to it yet.” He tried to make Khun know that this was okay, that he didn’t mind Khun not being ready, that he himself wasn’t quite ready yet.
“Well, we’re us, and we never followed a plan…so?”
Khun was waiting for a confirmation, and Bam was waiting to give one.
“We’ll go from there.” He spoke.
“We’ll go from there.”
Three: Hatz, drunken confusion, and a realisation. [Alternatively: Three: Bam, Khun, an almost kiss, and a confession.]
“You know Rak didn’t mean it.”
“He’s still a bitch.”
Under the kitchen lights, Khun is looking at him with an injured hand and an expression of fake betrayal, mocking at Bam. Even if Bam needed to be careful of his words, he thinks Khun's aspect is ethereal.
“Yeah, right, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, he gives the countertop a little tap, “let me see your wound."
“You’re saying it like I just cut my whole hand,” while walking to the counter, Khun laughs. “It’s not even that bad. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
He shakes his head in defeat. Khun was always acting like that, trying to appear indestructible outside while having a complete breakdown inside. Continuously trying to be the rock most people needed, but never accepting he needed something to hold to. Well, it was a bit of luck that he was the best at reading Khun.
“I’ll make a big deal out of it if I want to. You’re my best friend, and I care about you.”
Khun looks at him irritated – in a typical Khun mannerism that Bam can only associate with Ran. Then again, every Khun has something in common apart from their blue hair and electrifying eyes. He makes a signal to the blue-haired man to give him his injured finger. Khun extends his hand adamantly, making Bam smile softly in return.
He starts working. Slowly, and with all the care in the world, he heals Khun. All his attention is set on his friend, carefully putting the alcohol, meticulously bandaging the finger. Even if it’s a minor injury, Bam feels it should take the same care as a dead-threatening one. Maybe he’s just being overprotective.
On the countertop, Bam can look at Khun all long as he wants without raising suspicions. They’re still almost the same height – he had surpassed Khun a few months ago, Rak couldn’t stop laughing for a week. He knows pretty well that he likes that fact a little too much, mostly because now, he can admire all the fine little details on Khun’s face.
He would like to stay just like this, in the kitchen with Khun near him, studying him without a care in the world. But he can’t.
(Something in his mind wonders if Khun is thinking the same thing.)
“Okay!” He exclaims, maybe a bit too loud, trying to escape the warmth of Khun’s body and all the existential thoughts it brings with it, ”It’s finished.”
It’s not that he wants to escape this, whatever it was, but it wasn’t the time. And no matter how inviting it made him want to just let it all go, he can’t.
“Thanks, Bam,” Khun whispers, maybe a bit hurt, maybe a bit uncertain. One thing is for sure, he knows what Bam was doing.
And yet, he doesn’t do anything to change that.
“But first,” he mutters, not sure if he’s ready to let go yet. With his voice, he tells a secret – one that longs to be yelled out in the open for everyone to listen. He takes Khun’s hand, surrendering, searching for that warmth again, for only one more time, and then he promises himself he’ll let go. (But that’s a complete lie, and he knows it too well to fight it.)
“A get-well-soon kiss.”
“Bam– “Khun tries to warn him, but his tone is nothing but a silent plea to keep going. This could end badly, this could ruin them entirely – this could be a turning point, an open door. Bam wants to walk through it.
“Shush.”
Khun watches him, absorbed in his own demons. His blue blue eyes, expecting any goddamn sign of what Bam was thinking. It hasn’t been a long time since they talked about it, yet, Bam is lost without a doubt. But he knows one thing, and it may not be much, but Bam is convinced that maybe, just maybe, this kiss – even if it's not even on the lips – may mean much more than just that.
It means much more than just a good-natured joke.
Slowly he takes Khun’s hand; gently, he takes the injured finger to his lips and kisses it, wishing Khun understands what he’s trying to state. He raises his eyes a little afraid of what he’s going to be welcomed with. However, when they lock gazes, the only thing occupying his thoughts are indigo eyes filled with the same longing as his.
Bam’s world is only filled with blue.
Khun’s eyes are more expressive than their holder, and they look at him screaming, sharing a secret, and it’s so easy .
It’s so easy to kiss him.
Khun’s eyes are alluring, giving him a silent invitation to come closer. They’re shining like the sea on a sunset, slowly painting themselves with golden hues, and Bam is a breath away. Their breaths intermingle. Khun closes his eyes, Bam is a breath away from those pink lips. He can feel Khun’s breaths, only a little bit closer and –
A sound comes from behind, startling them. They split up in a second.
Their friends are there, sprawled at the kitchen’s floor, looking at them in surprise and horror.
The moment is over.
.
.
.
“Khun. Stop moving. You’re taking all the blankets.”
A drunk Khun was never fun to deal with, and now Bam was in charge of taking care of him.
Fucking hell.
Typically, it would’ve been fine, but after the chaotic events of this night, Bam only wanted some sleep. Close his eyes, fall into the dark...and deal with the mess later.
Khun was moving too much.
“If it’s bothering you, then get closer,” Khun mumbled from his side at the bed, dragging out the vowels in a drunken speech.
Bam wants to scream.
Perhaps, it’s not too late to make Khun sleep in his own damn room.
“I’m not going to fight with a drunk person.” Nope, not today; he had enough. He loved Khun, of course he did, but with the scene Khun made a few minutes ago, he just wanted some moments alone with his monstrous thoughts. Khun didn’t make it easier.
“Well, you’re doing it right now,” Khun beams at him.
Bam wants to give him a little kick, just for old times sake.
Sadly, Khun looked adorable. The man was burying himself in a blanket burrito – using his blankets, languid movements filled with a charm that only made Bam fall deeper.
Even if Bam wanted to be mad, he couldn’t. (He was long gone, and he didn’t want to hide it.)
“You’re impossible,” he whispers adoringly.
Flopping on the bed, Bam could feel Khun near him, moving his blanket burrito to be closer to him. The whole absurdity of the situation makes him want to cry.
“But you love me. I know you do.” His best friend murmurs back.
Bam stays silent.
He doesn’t know what to answer. It’s not the first time he’s at a loss of words with Khun, it's obviously not the last either. He can sense a conversation coming, but this is drunk Khun.
A Khun who isn’t in all his senses.
And one that probably doesn’t even understand what he’s saying. Even if Bam knows he loves Khun, he can’t say it right now, even if they almost kissed a few hours back, he can’t say it. Because he knows that Khun is going to forget– and he wants him to remember, he wants to be able to stay in Khun’s mind as a fond memory painted with stardust. Mortalized for everyone but timeless to Khun.
At his side, Khun’s breaths start slowing down, and before Bam could think more about it, Khun’s dead asleep in his arms. Not that it bothers him, but after Khun screamed he loved Bam in a drunken stupor, he can’t help but want some time alone with his ever-growing thoughts and doubts.
However, when he takes a second to look at said man, he is mesmerised by his beauty that he doesn’t mind anymore. Khun could take everything from him – his time, his thoughts, his heart – and Bam would be okay with it all.
The blue-haired man looks so calm, it’s like those blink or you’ll miss it moments in life. Unconsciously Khun searches for Bam and his warmth, searching for their shared warmth that’s becoming more familiar with every day that passes by.
Bam thinks of himself as wicked when a thought passes his head, telling him that this is their place in the universe.
That night Bam dreams of blue and golden mixing together in a watercolour of stolen memories and unsaid feelings.
Interlude Three:
rooms, secrets, and a warning.
“Turtle!”
“Rak? What are you doing in my room? It’s six in the morning?”
However, the sun was up, which usually meant that Rak was all charged to start his day.
“I’m going to leave for a few hours today, and I fucking hope that when I come back, you have patched up things with blue turtle.”
“What?”
Things were happening too fast, and Bam was sure he had a little hangover. Fast like that, images of last night came rushing to him, tequila haunting his, otherwise very chill, morning.
“Good luck, Black turtle.”
His best friend said it with a father-like tone, and it was too early for this nonsense.
“Rak, wait –“
But just like that, Rak disappeared, leaving more questions than answers.
Wait, if Rak was in his room then–
He had seen Khun sleeping next to him. And he hasn’t said a thing.
Rak knew too many things for his own good.
Four: Ran and matchmaking going better than anticipated. [Alternatively: Bam, Khun, and what happened after eyes are opened and waitings are done.]
Back in the apartment, Bam thinks he has never seen the world so bright and clear.
Talking with Ran – or rather, being forced to have a talk with the younger Khun – has opened a lot of windows in his mind. He knew, of course, he knew. Ran has set up a new perspective about his feelings with Khun and how they may be reciprocated.
Still.
He had been held hostage by his own fears, making him unable to see what was in front of him. If what Ran says is real, then –. However, a little voice in his head screams, “No! It’s false. You still have to wait.”
But he’s done waiting.
Well, not exactly.
Bam doesn’t know how he is going to tell his best friend he's in love with him, but hey, he’s trying. That should be enough… right?
Too much thinking makes his head spin like a wheel. Maybe he should talk about it with Rak later; he would probably know what to do.
From his spot on the couch, Bam can sense the curiosity emanating from a certain blue-head. He’s pacing the living room back and front, trying to contact Rak. (Probably just to scream at him for taking too long to come back home.) At his tenth call, Khun gives up and comes into his point of view a few seconds after, asking a question that only leads to Bam’s internal panic.
“What did you and Ran talk about?” Something in his mind starts playing red sirens at full volume, his mind at maximum speed trying to find an excuse good enough to use. One thing’s for sure though, he’s going to keep his mouth shut. It doesn’t matter how beautiful Khun’s eyes are; he’s not telling shit.
“Nothing in particular…” he starts, and no, he’s not falling for that bewitching thing Khun’s eyebrows do every time he wants to uncover something. No sir. He’s not falling. (The problem is that by now, he is probably six feet underground.)
“We talked about school and if he needed some help, nothing more.”
Khun chuckles, “You know you’re a bad liar, right?”
Well fuck.
Indigo eyes are looking at him with mirth; and, if this had happened before his talk with Ran, he would most likely tell himself to not read between the lines, to brush away all the feelings it may contain. He would tell himself that whatever that was behind those eyes was pure platonic feelings between best friends.
But now.
Now he knows that there is no reason to try and hide the inevitable truth. There’s no excuse to try and delude himself. Behind the mirth, there is adoration; behind the shining glitter blue, there is longing. And Bam’s lucky enough to know that those eyes hide love.
“Are you planning to tell me anytime soon? Or should I just go and blackmail Ran into spilling the truth?”
Realizing that he spent too much time staring at Khun – more than usual, he may add – Bam blinks a few times trying to get back to the world and make sense to whatever the hell Khun just spoke about.
Was blackmailing being involved?
“Please don’t blackmail your little brother.”
Because if you do, then said younger brother is going to blackmail me back, and I have enough with one Khun.
“You’re too much of a softy.” Khun says pettily, “As his older brother, I should especially blackmail him, it’s in our veins. Family heirloom and all that jazz.”
“Yeah, yeah, at this point, it’s in your genetic code to blackmail each other. Even sweet Kiseia is deep down into that hell.”
“That witch is the best of us.”
“Don’t call your little sister witch, or I’ll have to fight with you since she’s my favourite Khun.”
“Traitor.”
“Family heirloom.”
“Ughh,” Khun groans, falling effortlessly next to Bam and into the couch. He rests his head on Bam’s shoulder, not making any noise, just silently breathing next to him. Bam stops functioning for a moment because if this had happened a few hours ago, he would just take it as something best friends do, nothing more, and now –
But Khun is close, and Bam is brushing some strands from his face, and it all feels too delicate, too domestic, too intimate , and if Khun is done waiting then, this could mean more.
“Hey, Khun?”
“Mmhm?” the blue-haired man humbles sleepily.
“Let’s go to sleep,” he decides to say, partially because it is easier to escape than to face the music, partially because it’s been a long day.
He moves away from his comfortable place on the couch, but Khun stays there, too lazy to move a finger. And there’s something else there, something that Bam knows too well from other experiences.
“If you don’t tell me, I’m sleeping in my room tonight.” Khun suddenly says, making Bam stop in his tracks and look back at the couch with a dumbfounded expression.
“Are you seriously using that against me?”
Khun shrugs, “I’m a Khun. It’s in my veins.”
“Fair. But you are an absolute child.”
“And you, an absolute bad liar.”
But nope, no matter how cold the bed was going to be, Bam was not telling shit.
“Have fun sleeping on your own.” Khun says and Bam goes back to the couch, coming face to face with the object of his – as of right now – nightmares. (But even as a nightmare, Khun looks as delightful as a daydream.)
“Have fun sleeping with Rak’s snores.” He doubles back, only to have Khun smile at him with ambiguity.
And oh. There it is again, the tension they had to live with the past few months, years even. It’s a magnetic force, pulling them together, and Bam is not afraid anymore. Perhaps he never was.
“Have fun trying to make use of your stupidly large bed.”
“Have fun trying to make Rak not kill you in your sleep once he sees that you didn’t buy him his favourite snack.”
Khun fakes a betrayal gasp, pointing at him in disbelief and fun.
“That was your fault.”
“Yeah, and who’s Rak going to believe? Me or you?”
“You are such a – “
Khun stops talking once he realises their faces are too close for comfort, just like last night at their group reunion. However, this time there isn’t any annoying friend spying on them, and this time Bam knows Khun is ready, and Rak is still nowhere to be found, but –
But he wants to make a plan. Khun deserves a plan.
So, he backs off, reaching a hand instead for Khun to take.
“Let’s go to sleep.”
And, of course, Khun takes it.
It’s like the universe knows how to meddle because it is in that exact moment when Rak decides to reappear.
“Turtles! I’m home!” He barges into the flat in a usual Rak way, giving things a feeling of normality. But Bam is too focused on Khun and the way he laughs alongside Rak's antics to be annoyed at his other best friend and his capacity to ruin private moments.
Once Khun is in the bathroom, Rak comes closer to Bam, banana in hand, and just looks at him expressionlessly. “You are stupid, Black turtle.”
That’s enough to make Bam aware that Rak knows way too much – has probably known long before them. And Bam doesn’t even know what he’s going to do, but Rak is here, and he is also his best friend and can offer comfort. So, he speaks cluelessly and unsure.
“I have a plan.”
But he doesn’t, and Rak understands, and between all, deep inside, Bam knows Rak is going to kill him for taking too long.
Interlude Four:
Rak, turtles, and stupid metaphors.
Rak was pacing back and front in the kitchen; this time, they were the only ones there since Khun had gone to the library to study. Bam couldn’t help but feel a little threatened by every step Rak took.
“Uh… Rak?”
His friend turned to look at him, red eyes flashing fire mixed with too many emotions Bam didn't want to name right now.
“You have to turtle up, black turtle!”
He blinked a few times because he wasn’t sure he heard well.
“But… uh,” Rak’s eyes weren’t helping, studying him meticulously. “I’m not a turtle!”
And there it was, the annoyed Rak look. Oh, Bam was in for a long lecture. He tried texting Khun and asking for help.
“Exactly! Turtles are braver than you will ever be.”
“Rak, I said I needed help, not that I wanted you to scream at me.”
“I’m just telling you the truth.”
“How on earth do you want me to be more like a turtle?”
“Because turtles aren’t silent! Contrary to popular beliefs, they make noise, and you should too. Tell the truth to blue turtle! I’m tired of your pining.”
“Hey, you still love us.”
“I don’t –“
His phone vibrated with a message from Khun:
"You decided to stay there, that’s your problem."
Five: Wangnan and a sleepy confession. [Alternatively: Bam, Khun, and the ride home.]
“Would you like to go to the beach?”
“Bam – “
“How about camping?”
“Are you seriously–?”
“What about hiking?”
“No– “
But whatever Khun was saying fell into deaf ears as Bam was too focused on finding the best place; granted, he was also tired, but a large portion of his mind was occupied by the bluehead.
He doesn’t recall when exactly he left the library. Wherever he is now, it has a familiar song playing by, and the view is ever changing, filled with red and green lights. But Khun is there, and that’s enough information to know that this place is safe.
“Bam, are you even listening to me?”
Oh, so it wasn’t a song.
With that call of his name, a great, magnificent, perfect idea came to his mind. The mental image of a lake, the mountains, and a boat, appeared like a shooting star. He had finally found a place Khun would love.
Or hate, but that was depending on the weather.
“Let’s go fishing!”
At his side, he could feel Khun whispering in a done tone, but he was tired, and he had finally found a good place. Now, he had to check some final details with Wangnan and Ewha to work and find the place to eat.
“Bam–“
He moved his head, sleepily searching for the deep blue sea.
Before he could find them, his surroundings stopped moving, and when he finally looked at Khun, he was bathed by red lights. Khun, who was too beautiful for his own good, had his hair in a messy bun that made Bam’s heart race a marathon in a few breaths.
“What?” he said, definitely out of it, not trusting himself to speak more.
“Sleep, You need sleep,” Khun said softly, running a hand through his hair. Bam sighed at the touch, searching for more of the warmth only Khun could bring, but it was long gone. The object of his desires was again looking at the front, with both hands far away from Bam. Why was he looking at the front?
Anyways! Khun had said he needed to sleep, but Bam was pretty sure he had a lot of energy, and he was definitely not sleepy. Khun was also a hypocrite since he never slept when he had important stuff to do, and Bam was a hundred percent convinced that this plan was high on the list.
“I don’t need sleep. I’m perfectly fine!” His mind could still go; he was feeling fit, in perfect conditions, never better. Then, he yawned. Well, maybe he was a little bit sleepy.
Only a little.
Khun laughed – a glorious sound he may add – “You don’t even know where we are.”
If Bam was being honest, he didn’t have a single clue of his surroundings, everything was fuzzy, and his mind didn’t bother asking, but if Khun was there, then they were-
“Home. I’m at home.”
At his side, his best friend chuckled; he nudged Khun’s shirt, trying to earn his attention.
“Was I right?”
Khun had that smile, that specific smile that could cause global warming and make you have dragons in your stomach, one that was only directed at him. Bam loved it so much.
“Not even a little. We’re in the car.”
He bluffed. “Close enough.”
“Whatever you say, sleepyhead.”
Even though Khun was focused on driving, he still had the chance to squeeze his hand. But he was a man on a mission, and not even a squeeze of a hand would distract him from knowing the most fundamental part of his research.
“So, where would you like to go?”
Khun groaned, exasperated with him. Bam smiled innocently, channelling his puppy eyes.
“I’m driving.”
Oh.
Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe Khun was evading this talk because he didn’t want to do this. Maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe Ran was wrong – this was bad, oh he completely fucked up.
“How ‘bout you ask me later?”
Oh!
So Khun wasn’t that opposed to the idea; this was good, he could work with it.
Happily, he started plotting again. Meanwhile, Khun started mumbling, voice a soft caress that felt like falling all over again. Bam was in the clouds, mind pacified. The voice was like a waterfall, falling in a constant beat that was enough to lull him to sleep. He didn’t protest there.
Later, when he was finally at his apartment, sleeping near Khun, he couldn’t believe that this was his life now. He never thought about sharing so many things with only one person. So much had happened in his life, but the only constant in it were his feelings. He loved Khun yesterday, he loved him today, and he will love him tomorrow. That’s how things were.
When Khun thinks Bam is sleeping, he whispers near his ear, mouth almost close, pressing to brown hair. However, he didn’t consider the possibility of Bam being a little conscious, or perhaps he did but found out he didn’t care.
“I don’t care where we go. If it’s just you and me, then I’ll be happy. Of course I’ll say yes, Bam.”
+1
As it was bound to happen, his plan failed. He didn’t mean for this to occur, obviously , but this was ridiculous.
Every time they would get ready to go to sleep, they would have a little conversation. It was a usual thing they did, just talking about how their days had gone; or about how Rak was pressuring them into watching one boring documentary about wildlife. It was just some late-night conversation. Nevertheless, the little things sounded so magical if they were with Khun.
However, there was something about this night that made Bam nervous, little butterflies flying around his stomach, making him completely aware of all his surroundings and Khun's presence next to him. Tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow his plan was going into action.
It had been two whole weeks of Bam trying to decide with the help of a growing-more-desperate-by-the-second Rak, an irritated Ran, and two over the top (read: Wangnan and Ewha) members of sweet and sour for his plan to be finally ready.
And now here he was, watching a movie with Khun and his trashy commentaries on how the leads were absolute cowards, trying to repress the butterflies in his stomach that were becoming more and more like angry dragons. This, whatever they had, was going to be real in a few hours. That was nerve-wracking as hell.
(Well, only if Khun wanted for it to be, but Bam didn’t dwell into this mass of uncertainty. Right now, he had Khun at his side, and for that moment, it was enough.)
There was only one thing that made it more stressful: Khun was clueless about this whole plan. Bam didn’t know how he managed to maintain it a secret for so long – he took too much pride in that fact – but here they were. Maybe he deserved a medal; for finally being able to hide something from his best friend. And Khun said he was an awful liar.
He looked at the hour, and shit, it was already 3 am. If he wanted for everything to go according to the plan, they had to be up at 6. Khun was already drowsy, so he had some sort of advantage there. The gold point of that night was that the blue-eyed man was leaning on Bam, and Bam was the happiest man alive.
The film was ending soon, he noticed as the main character finally gained the courage to stand up against the villain, and Khun, being the best commentariat out there, said that they weren’t so bad after all. When the credits rolled, he tried to move back to his side of the bed, but a hand stopped him mid-track.
“Stay,” Khun mumbled, too tired to say more. But it was enough.
“You know I’m staying. There’s no reason to tell me otherwise.” He reminded the other man in a reproachable tone.
“Stay.”
The way Khun had spoken made Bam all warm inside, “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”
“I’m not sleepy, but I accept the compliment.”
“Whatever you say, sleepyhead.” With that last statement, he flopped down to bed, and instantly Khun was near him, his breathing reaching his neck.
“Don’t use my words against me.”
“Yeah, yeah, just sleep, okay?”
“Bam?” Khun whispered as if telling him a secret.
“Mmh?” He was closing his eyes, ready to hear whatever Khun wanted to tell him. It was going to probably be some silly stuff.
“I know about your plan.”
Well fuck.
He opened his eyes at light’s velocity, sitting in a surprise stupor, looking at Khun with a full-blown panicked expression. How on earth did he find out? Bam was pretty sure he had been the most careful man alive, so how?
It was probably Wangnan.
It was most definitely Wangnan.
He was going to have a little talk with him in a few hours, friend to friend. And then he was going to bury himself six feet underneath the ground because this was too much embarrassment for him to take.
Sensing his distress, Khun laughed.
“In case you were wondering, nobody told me.”
His best friend – were they even friends still? If Khun knew about it and didn’t say a word. For all Bam knew, he could have been rejected gently– was still on the bed, in a starfish position, face in an expressionless façade. Seeing that Bam was panicking, he rose slowly to meet him.
“How?”
“Well,” and at the same time Khun started talking, Bam started plotting different ways he could have a lovely talk to the person who ruined the whole thing. “You told me.”
Oh well, that was unexpected; he wasn’t sure he could beat himself up.
“ What?”
Khun got near him to brush some hair away from Bam’s face, and something about this everyday action made it far more intimate now that Khun knew that Bam had planned to confess to him. Holy shit, Khun knew about this the whole time.
“You told me a few weeks ago… that night at the library, remember?”
Well, he did, in fact, not remember a single bit of what happened after 10 pm that night, but still, he had some faith that his sleep-deprived brain would handle the situation better, and not make him spill everything.
Looks like he still had to have a talk with Wangnan and Ehwa for not telling him this.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Khun smiled cryptically, and Bam fights his subconsciousness to not get lost in it.
“Well, I wanted to wait for you, but you are always late.”
“Hey!”
Only then Bam realised something, Khun was waiting for him. Khun had been waiting for him this whole time.
He’s done waiting. Ran’s voice sounds somewhere in his head.
Oh.
“I was… I was going to do it tomorrow – technically today.”
Khun’s hand stops moving on his face; the blue-haired man looks like he lost some air.
“Well, I don’t know if you know, but it’s today.”
Indigo searches golden in the dark night. Feeling drawn to it like a magnet, Bam follows, plans be damned. Khun is closer, more than ever before, and this is overwhelming. Wavy blue hair framing beautiful eyes that seem to shine under the faint light of the moon.
Under the moonlight, Bam looks into blue, and he can’t help but fall in love all over again.
The hand still in his face moves, it’s warmer, and Khun is a breath away. How did this happen in the first place?
Oh right, his amazing sleep-deprived brain had spilled the guts a few weeks ago.
Bam was inside a spell, some sick trick of the universe telling him that this was, after all, everything he ever wanted.
“Bam…” Khun whispered again, eyes meeting in an ancient dance, “Can I kiss you?”
And that was the last straw; Bam closed the almost non-existent gap between both and kissed him.
He kissed Khun.
And it was so different from what he ever dreamt about.
Bam thought that the moment he kissed Khun for the first time, he would feel fireworks. But no, there weren’t any. They were just Khun and Bam, alone in Bam’s room, silence and the night covering them. There wasn’t even a single star accompanying them. In the dark of the room, Bam was without a single breath.
Their lips met effortlessly, like a dance they knew from memory, something only he and Khun would know. It was something unequivocally delicate, powerful; it wasn’t like opening a new chapter in their lives, it was more of them acknowledging they had made it past the friendship chapter years ago, and now here they were.
It was a simple kiss, yet it was as if it was always meant to be there. It was years’ worth of helpless pining, of held breaths and hidden emotions, of unsaid words and small actions. It was the culmination and the start, it was –
Complete.
After what felt like countless lifetimes, Khun broke away from the kiss, his warmness leaving with him and making Bam crave it more than ever. He was smiling; a beautiful genuine smile was there. And it was directed at him.
“I,” Khun started whispering again, “I wanted to do that for a while.”
And Bam laughed because he knew. Of course he knew, because after all, Bam wasn’t all that blind, and Khun was Khun, and the only reason they took so long were unnecessary complications. It had been years of them tiptoeing the idea of a relationship, and it only took a movie and one brave move.
It was ironic.
“I wanted to do that for years,” he replied, but there was more to it, behind those words, there was a confession of useless pining with emotions running rampant. And Khun always understood.
“Should we do it again then?” Khun was near him, and Bam was a breath away to feel the dragons in his stomach flying around one more time.
“We should.”
It happened again, and Bam still felt the same; it would take nothing to get used to this. Khun passed his hands through his hair, and Bam almost stopped working. This time, he was the one who got away first, but it was okay because he got the luck to watch his best friend with the eyes closed and a smile that could only be seen in art museums.
Wait.
He hasn’t confessed yet. Technically.
Sensing his distress, Khun looked at him, silently asking if everything was okay.
“I had a plan.”
Khun blinked a few times before laughing again.
“Yes, yes you did, but you’re an awful liar.”
“I’ve been planning it for weeks.”
Khun pecked him on the lips, lyrical smile and indigo eyes laughing at him with adoration, and Bam kissed him again, just for the sake of kissing him again, and because he now could. Yet, he wanted to say I love you properly, just like he had planned.
“if it’s any consolation, I only knew you had a plan, but I didn’t know what said plan was.”
To hell with the plan. Khun was here, Khun was real, and Khun was everything.
“I love you.”
Khun stopped laughing; he was looking at him in shock and amazement. Pink lips in a round shape, surprise dancing through his features, but his eyes –
His eyes told a million and one stories. They were clear, just like the sky, and oh so beautiful.
“I love you, and I had a whole elaborate plan just to tell you this, but it's three in the morning, and there’s nothing I ever wanted to tell you so desperately.”
Khun is cautious as always, slowly, coming near him just to rest his head on his shoulder.
“Well, it’s a good thing you were always bad at plans.” He says, slowly moving his hands so he could grab Bam’s hands. Bam feels it coming even before Khun says it, “I love you too, Bam.”
And there it was, the culmination of everything. But it didn’t feel like it; because loving Khun was a constant, something he did since they met. Bam loved Khun in kindergarten, he loved Khun in high school, he loved him in college, he loved it even when he would burn food in the kitchen, he loved him when he was mad, he loved every single facet of Khun, and that was the most universal truth for him.
They stayed there, sitting in bed, hugging and holding hands. Just them in their bubble, with Rak's snores coming from the other side of the hallway.
Then it hit him. Maybe it wasn’t too late for his precious plan, and he still hadn’t asked Khun to be his boyfriend. (but after kissing and saying I love you, he thought it was almost obvious.)
He disentangled fast from Khun, earning a confused “Bam?” from him.
“It isn’t too late.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“The night is almost over.”
“It’s almost four in the morning, what – “
“Exactly.” He went fast to his closet, trying to find clothes, “hurry up Khun.”
“Bam, what the hell are you–“
“I didn’t spend weeks planning this for nothing.” He threw some clothes into Khun’s face, which was received with a grunt and a questioning glance.
“I – but you already – what?”
“Khun, come on.” Bam was practically begging.
“Fine. I didn’t think I would pull an all-nighter today but okay, let’s do it.”
Just like that, they move out of bed, in old pajamas, they circle around each other, searching for coats and the car keys.
While searching for them, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at Khun, he thought that things would be a little awkward after that scene a few moments ago, but they weren’t. It was natural; it was real, there was nothing to change, just some things to acknowledge. He hadn’t changed, and Khun hadn’t changed; they were still themselves, and now they had nothing to hide. It felt right, this was real, and this was happening.
Once in the car, Bam drove in the direction he had in his head for the past few days.
“So, where are we going?”
Nope, he was not going to fall for this. He was not going to answer and risk that whole element of surprise going to waste. But trying to ignore Khun is harder than it seems, especially when he’s touching his hand inside the car.
“Bam,” Khun asks again.
“Yes?” He failed.
“Where are we going?”
“I think you know?” half a truth may be better in this case.
“If I knew, why would I be asking, love?”
Ex-fucking-cuse me.
Bam was lucky that they were in a red light because he had lost any sense of realism. Khun called him love, and that was something Bam had been dreaming unconsciously of since high school.
“You called me love?” he almost choked out the words, gaining a funny glance from Khun.
This time though, Khun didn’t shy away from it – he didn’t make up excuses about his family nor change the topic. Instead, he gave Bam something of an I-know-what-effect-I-have-on-you look, which was funny considering he was the one to initiate this whole thing.
“Yeah, I always wanted to do that, do you mind?”
Oh, he was adorable.
“You can call me whatever you want. I don’t mind.” And Bam was no longer falling; he was deep down below ground.
“Well then, love.”
In between exchanges, they manage to reach their destination. The nearer they were to the point, the more Bam’s palms started to sweat; even though he already knew the feelings of his co-pilot, he was nervous.
“Why are we on the viewpoint?” Was the first thing Khun asked once he got out of the car, blue eyes shining quizzically in the dark.
The sun wasn’t up yet; even though it was dawn, people were nowhere to be seen. It was like if the city had cooperated to be alone with them. Two ghosts, the sky, and the whole town in front of them.
“You know I had a plan, a fool-proof one, but then you came and kissed me, and all my hard work went to trash.”
“Noted, next time I won’t kiss you,” Khun answered with complete pettiness.
Bam chuckled, looking at the sky and how it was getting clear every second.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that, but seriously, I had a plan.”
At his side Khun let out an exasperated sigh, “We never did things according to plans, and you want to start now?”
He kissed his cheek playfully, “You’re right.”
“And you are a bad liar.”
“And I am a bad liar.”
“Good.”
Moving, Bam reached the closest point to the city, Khun following his steps, “You see that?” he tried to point out a specific building, trying to guide blue eyes into it.
“Yeah? But why are you showing me that?”
“Because,” he took a deep breath, “that was where we met.”
“Are you seriously pointing at kindergarten,” Khun snickered, “why?”
“Shhh,” he laughed, “listen to me first.”
And so, Bam pointed to every spot that had some meaning for them. The park they went to as kids, the grocery store they always went to, the coffee shop a few blocks away from their apartment, the library, and so on. Khun followed in awe and curiosity, holding Bam’s hand out of instinct; even if his plan went to trash, this was even better because they weren’t hiding, and Khun was still holding onto him like a lifeline.
“And finally, there.”
“Are you pointing high school? We had a big fight there, don’t you remember? Rak almost killed us, why is it the last point?”
“Well, the reason is,” and Bam makes sure they were looking at each other, “that was when I knew I was in love with you.”
Khun sighed with fondness, “way to leave a man speechless, Bam.” He moved his hands so they could be nesting Bam’s face. “But it’s okay, because that’s when I realised I was in love with you too.”
“So, we’re even?”
“We’re even.”
Bam kissed his hands, tenderly, slowly, because they had shared feelings in secret for enough years. This was how things had to go. Both of them now adults, leaving behind the kids they once were.
“Since I met you, I knew you were going to be someone special in my life, then you became my best friend and the person who understands me the most,” Bam started.
“Even better than Rak?” Khun whispered with a smirk.
He frowns in thought, “Maybe at the same level as Rak.”
“Hey.” Khun giggled.
“You are the person I was always searching for; even when we're together, I always want to follow you. After all, you are the person who I’m in love with. I think I was, I am, and I’ll always be captivated by you, and I want to spend my life with you, of course only if you want for it to be.”
Seeing as Khun wasn’t saying anything, he continued, “We can start as boyfriends, and we’ll go from there.” He finished with a smirk, gaining a dancing smile from Khun.
“Are you sure you want me?”
“Are you sure you want me?"
“Oh god, you’re going to stick with me forever then.”
“Noted. Can you stick with me forever too?”
“You are an idiot. My idiot.”
Khun kissed him impatiently, but it wasn’t a proper kiss since they were smiling so much, but it didn’t matter. It was enough.
At that moment, it was only them, the city, the sky, and their feelings. They would care about their friend’s reactions later, but that moment was just theirs. They were always meant to be together, to meet and intertwine their lives. There would always be a universe where they’re Bam and Khun, and that was enough.
They were always meant to be captivated by each other.
Everything was as it was always meant to be.
Epilogue
Bam didn’t know what to expect when they opened up the door of their apartment, but it wasn’t anything likelike what he ended up finding out.
There, in the living room, were his friends. Endorsi didn’t look so happy to be woken up, coffee mug in her hands, and a sleeping Anak at her side. Shibisu was sprawled out on the floor, a shit-eating grin adorning his face. Hatz was at the other side of the room, lazily going through his phone. Ran was talking in hushed tones with Rak, which was no good for any sane person.
“Just friends, my ass,” Shibisu spoke, breaking the silence and pointing out at their intertwined hands, Bam could feel Khun planning different types of murders at his side.
“I fucking knew it.” Endorsi said while waking up Anak, “you two are morons for making me waste my morning.”
Bam stepped in, looking at Ran asking for answers. Ran, Khun like he was, shrugged. “Does this mean I finally have a brother?”
“You, dumbass, I’m already your brother.” Khun talked, looking at the verge of screaming.
“Bam is my favourite, though.”
“You little –“
“Anyways,” Bam cut in to prevent chaos, “how did you find out about uh…everything?”
Hatz looked at him bored, “Ran told Anak, Anak told Endorsi, Endorsi told me, and I told Isu.”
“They grow up so much!” Isu cried out of nowhere, “Can I call dibs on best man, Khun, my love?”
Oh shoot, Bam could feel his face heat up.
“Isu.”
“Yes, Khun, my love.”
“Three seconds.”
“Wait–“
“One.”
“Khun, you can’t seriously–“
“Two.”
“We brought breakfast for you!”
“Three.”
Watching as Khun gave a lecture to their friends, Bam felt all warm inside. If this was going to be his life from now on, he didn’t mind.