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On Saturday morning, the young man was walking drowsily out of his bedroom. One hand rubbed his head while the other covered a yawn. He was extremely sleepy because he had stayed up almost until four in the morning playing games with Âi Pond the previous night. Actually, being upset with Phîi Porsche had its advantages. Every time they slept in the same room, they had to sleep at the same time. Now that he was back sleeping in his own room like this... he could do whatever he wanted.
But I was secretly lonely. Hugging a blanket to sleep wasn't as warm.
"I'm so hungry," he said, then staggered towards the kitchen before freezing stock-still in the doorway... where Phîi Porsche was making breakfast.
Gasp. He had previously put on a front of not going to see, but accidentally seeing it like this... he wanted to watch a bit.
Hmm, it looks like it might pass.
Dear thought while holding onto the doorframe tightly, watching the person stirring batter in a stainless steel bowl and then gently dropping it into a pan set on the stove. Then he turned to the coffee maker. For that brief moment, the observer wanted to ask, Are you sure you shouldn't be watching the stove?
"Hey!" As expected, the person who turned to pay attention to his coffee for just a second hurried back to the stove front, then flipped what was probably a pancake to the other side and found that it was... burnt.
Well, it figured.
"Again?" Phîi Porsche muttered to himself, before walking to the other side to scoop the peculiarly shaped pancake onto a plate that held... something that should have been round batter discs of various sizes, some burnt, some hard, some only cooked on one side, until the person who had been secretly watching was left with his mouth hanging open.
"Hey! Phîi Porsche, what kind of wreckage is that?"
"Oh, Dear, you're awake?" Purin turned abruptly to look at the door immediately, before seeing the young man with fluffy hair standing there, not taking his eyes off the plate in his hand. That made the large young man smile nonchalantly, then turn around to use his back to block the remnants of his failures from view.
"It's too late to block now, Phîi. What is that?" Dear stepped into the room immediately, even craning his neck past Phîi Porsche to look at the plate behind him, making the large young man scratch his head.
"Pancakes."
"Yeah, I know they're pancakes, but how did they end up in this condition, Phîi?" It wasn't a pointless question. He lifted a dull black, dull yellow piece up to his face, before it fell back onto the plate with a splat because... the inside was uncooked, revealing sticky batter inside, making the cook smile evasively.
"It's nothing. I was just experimenting with the heat."
"Experiment with the heat at the grocery store, Phîi Porsche! How many rounds have you done this?"
"Hmm, about... two rounds, maybe." Dear could swear he had never heard Phîi Porsche answer in such a quiet voice before. That made the young man narrow his eyes, listening to the person who sighed in defeat and then spoke regretfully.
"The first round, the batter was too cold from the fridge. After cooking, it was hard and inedible. The second round, the batter hadn't dissolved yet; it was clumpy inside. And I used too high heat. This round... the pan I preheated was too hot. I turned away for a second, looked back... and it was burnt."
Wow, my goodness. He can make spaghetti with white sauce, but he can't make a simple menu item like pancakes. Unbelievable.
"Then change the menu, Phîi! You can make rice porridge. You can fry eggs, fry sausages. Why are you making something you don't know how to make?" Dear cried out, not understanding. That made the listener avert his eyes slightly, turning away, his ears seeming to turn red for some reason, making the young man become suspicious. He grabbed the hem of his shirt.
"Phîi Porsche, tell me right now."
"No, I just wanted to try changing the menu. You've been eating only boxed meals lately. I heard your voice was a bit hoarse yesterday, so I didn't want to make anything that required MSG, that's all..."
"Is that really all?" Today, the young man who seemed smarter than usual asked with some disbelief, even if it sounded reasonable. Plus, his heart beat a little faster thinking that Phîi Porsche was so considerate as to find him a breakfast without MSG. And the more he looked into the sharp eyes that pretended nothing was wrong, the more he had to sigh.
No, I'm not softening. I'm not softening towards someone who acts shy because he burnt breakfast.
"Come on, then I'll make it myself." So, the cook who hadn't shown his skills in weeks turned around to grab the already mixed batter bowl and gave it a quick stir, not knowing the evasive person was secretly sighing in relief.
Actually, Purin had intended to make a dessert for a childish reason—if he succeeded, he would have told him—but failing miserably like this, he would save it for another time. And what he wanted to do was... Sweet for my sweetie.
He knew that if he tried to be romantic with the young man, he would get shy. But with the condition of these burnt pancakes, if he said it, he might get a retort like "Is this dessert from your dad's house?" or "This color?". Therefore, it was better to keep it as a private failure.
Grab
"Phîi Porsche, let go, let go! Who told you to hug me?" Then, when Dear turned to busy himself at the stove, two hands hugged him firmly around his small waist. He felt the soft body he hadn't hugged for several days and missed it. He also rested his chin on the fluffy head, making the little one complain softly but not struggle away. Only his two hands continued preparing breakfast for both of them.
"Have you stopped being angry with me?" Purin asked in a soft voice.
"No." And there were no encouraging words because Dear said it clearly, while starting to pour pancake batter into the pan.
"My puppy is so heartless."
"Me, heartless? Wow, I've only been upset for a week." And the one letting you hug like this, I've been really upset, huh? It's just for show. He didn't know how to say that he wasn't angry anymore.
"You are heartless. Every night, I have a soft puppy to hug. When I don't, it's cold." Purin said with a smile, his two hands tightening around the small waist a little more, letting him know how much he missed the warm body that loved to snuggle up to him late at night. This seemed to match the thoughts of the person in his embrace, whose cheeks grew warm.
It really was cold, though.
"Bu...but Dear isn't cold at all. Sleeping alone is so comfortable."
"That's why I said you're heartless." The large young man pressed a kiss onto the soft hair once, making the person cooking breakfast at the stove tremble a little. Why did he feel like the large young man was acting cute with his puppy? That made the spatula in his hand unable to flip the round lump successfully.
"It's going to burn, Dear."
"Yeah, I know! It's because of you!" The trembling hand that Purin noticed made him unable to resist teasing, causing the little one to whine in a petulant voice. He then collected himself and flipped the pancake in the pan until he finally succeeded. He couldn't help thinking that if Phîi Porsche let go, it would be easier, but he couldn't deny that all week, not being able to hug and snuggle, he had felt lonely. When Phîi Porsche hugged him, it was... he liked it.
Yes, yes, I'm a flirty (lascivious) person. I know.
Finally, by the time the breakfast made while hugging and snuggling was finished, the young man who said he was upset was almost wiping sweat from the closeness they had missed for a while. He hurriedly poured honey onto the hot pancakes and slid the plate onto the kitchen counter.
"See? Easy as pie," the young man said boastfully. That made Purin laugh, relinquishing his hold and turning to grab a fork, cutting the pancake and offering it to the young man's mouth.
"Honor the cook first." Of course, Dear had no refusal and opened his mouth to take a bite.
Crunch
Munch
"Phîi Porsche, don't eat it yet!" The moment the texture hit his mouth, Dear almost swallowed it immediately. He then grabbed the hand of the large person who was about to put some breakfast into his own mouth, making the tall figure turn to look at him in confusion as Dear hurriedly took the fork to hold himself and pulled the plate towards himself.
"Does it taste bad? I tasted the batter earlier; it was fine."
"Na... no, it's just..."
Munch
In the moment of hesitation, the curious person leaned forward and bit the small piece of cake in Dear's hand into his mouth immediately, making the fork holder's mouth hang open. He watched the person chew a few times before nodding, his eyes shining with a faint, amused laugh at both himself and the young man.
"It's not cooked through...."
"Hey! It's not my fault! The pan... yes, the pan! You had the heat on for so long, it was too hot! And the pan, it's only for an electric stove. I'm not used to it. Why doesn't your room have a gas stove? It's not that I'm not good! It's just pancakes! I've even baked cakes myself before!" Then the person who was very confident in his cooking skills (of course, if you have an Phîi named Dream, if you mess up in the kitchen, it means you'll get scolded by that Dream until evening) quickly defended himself, his tongue running rapid-fire, making the person watching him almost burst out laughing.
It's only morning, and he's sure he hasn't scolded Dear at all. Besides, one plate of pancakes caused this much fuss.
"Don't laugh! I'm angry!" If the young man's anger involved puffing out his cheeks and crossing his arms sharply like a three-year-old... Purin was ready to appease him.
Smooch
Even though he knew the old issue wasn't settled, he decided to lean in and kiss the puffed cheek, unable to resist. He smiled at the person who made a sulky face and said in a soft voice.
"I think if we argue like this, we won't have anything to eat this morning. Go get dressed. Let's go find a place that makes delicious pancakes."
"Are you saying Dear's cooking isn't delicious?"
"How can you say that? Hmph. Come on, don't be upset, my puppy..." Purin stroked the sulking person's hair softly, already knowing that Dear had softened towards him quite a bit. After thinking for a moment, the young man said with a smile.
"Then today, let's go on a date."
And the smile on the person's face made the one invited on the date feel his cheeks grow warm for some reason.
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Ahem, is a date at a HomePro store what this is?
Dear admitted that a delicious breakfast like Eggs Benedict, accompanied by baked potatoes and a glass of iced chocolate, was something perfect. But after finishing the meal, for Phîi Porsche to bring him to a home goods store, what kind of goose business is this?
"Why are you making that face?"
"Nothing. I just can't believe a man like you would take me on a date to... this." It wasn't nothing. Dear pointed a finger at the stylishly shaped toilets lining the aisle, unable to stop himself from thinking if he had been such an idiot all week that Phîi Porsche wanted to stuff him down a toilet. His expression made Purin laugh.
"This isn't the date yet. I just needed to buy something first," the young man said with a smile, before pulling the young man to one corner. Dear could only follow, looking left and right with pleasure at the aisles simulating various kitchen layouts, until they walked to one specific corner. The person leading turned to smile at him.
"Here, choose. Which one do you want?"
"Huh!" Dear opened his mouth a little, looked at the various stove models lined up in a long row, then turned back to look at Phîi Porsche's face, not understanding.
Like... what do you want me to choose?
"Well, you said my room only has an electric stove. So I brought you to choose the type you like."
"Hey, are you crazy? I just said that casually. You're really getting a new one?" This time the listener was left gaping, looking at the person who would buy new things just because he made an excuse about the pancakes this morning... This is being too indulgent!
"Oh, but Dear has to live in this room with me. And of course, I won't let you move out. If you don't like it, I'll change it for you." The young man said with a smile, and that made the listener fall silent immediately.
Is Phîi Porsche saying that I'm not just a resident in that room? Is Phîi Porsche seeing that we have to live together in that suite? So if there's anything I don't like, he'll... change it for me.
Sizzle
Suddenly, his white cheeks grew hot indescribably, because he was feeling like a newlywed couple choosing furnishings for their new home!
"And if there's anything else you don't like, tell me. I'll call a technician to fix it... Okay?"
No, it's very not okay! The more Phîi Porsche talks like this, the more not okay I am with my own heart! Even though I wanted to be much tougher than this, when Phîi Porsche is willing to even modify his own place for me, it's... feels good in a way that's hard to describe.
"This place... it's okay. The old one is fine with me." So, the young man grabbed the hem of the large Phîi's shirt tightly, lowering his head and speaking in a faint, wavering voice. A large hand patted down on his fluffy head.
"Let's change it. You can have the one you like." Finished speaking, the guy turned to the staff member who came over to assist and pointed at the fluffy head of the young man with red cheeks.
"He's the one choosing. Here, Dear, which one do you want?"
The words forcing him to choose made him press his lips together tightly, before mumbling softly.
"Indulging me again. Soon your puppy will have a spoiled personality."
"It's good to be very spoiled. Let me be the only one who can handle a spoiled youth."
Oh, so it's Phîi Porsche's plan for me to be so spoiled that others can't stand it, and then he can be the only one who can handle it, huh? So cunning. But... I love this cunning person so damn much.
At first, Dear was considerate, but when he had a benefactor saying he wanted to buy him anything, the considerate youth from an hour ago started to change his nature. If Jae Dream were here, she would probably have his ear pulled off, and Purin would be scolded for being wasteful. But of course, Darinphan wasn't here, so Âi Dranphat just...
"Phîi Porsche, I want a new game."
As they passed a game store, the young man grabbed the hem of the large person's shirt, pointing into the store with shining eyes, making the listener laugh and nod, releasing the youth who ran cheerfully into the store. He was reminded of a three-year-old running into a room full of colorful ball pits, his cute face with a wide smile, looking very pleased to be amidst the various game consoles.
Too good. And the smiling, cheerful face that made his face even more pleasing to look at caused the salesman to come serve him.
"This game requires a fairly high spec, young man. It uses 15 GB and requires a background installation—"
"Whoa, it takes up a ton of space! Will my computer be able to run it?" Dear could only exclaim, starting to calculate in his head whether his beloved laptop could handle it, until his bright lips pursed together, a cute image which made the salesman look dazzled, as if pleased, making the person standing and watching quietly begin to frown sharply.
"Young man, would you like to try it on my machine first? I play it too."
"Really?! Show me, show me!"
Grab
At that moment, the person standing idly by could no longer stand it, because a large hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed gently, making the person who was about to rush to the other side of the store turn to look.
"What game do we want?"
"Final 14, the online one, Phîi Porsche. I want it so badly! I'm a fan of the Final series, but I missed the later installments I didn't get to play. I'm saving up for a Playstation 4 to play part 13." When talking about games, the game-crazy youth spoke delightedly, looking so cute that the observer became possessive, and he added further.
"I'm so jealous of Âi Shin, Phîi Porsche. He can play the Japanese version. He said he'd bring his copy for me to play, but I'm sure I wouldn't be able to read it." Dear said with a wide smile, not noticing the person standing so close behind him. In the moment Dear turned to talk to the salesman, the person standing behind narrowed his eyes as if giving a warning glance that this customer was taken.
The gaze made the store owner feel a sudden chill down his spine.
"Sir, here, let me show you—"
"Uh..."
"I think Dear should just buy it. We want it anyway. And if we don't know something, we can go ask Shin." However, once the handsome, large man stared over, the store owner who had been about to flirt with the customer gave a dry smile, suddenly unable to speak. That made Porsche cut in immediately.
"Oh, but Dear really wants to know now."
"You said you wanted to see a movie, right? I think it's better to buy it quickly and go." When Phîi Porsche said that, the person who wanted to see a movie had shining eyes and nodded immediately, while taking out his wallet.
Slap
"I said I'd buy it for you."
"Really? I love you so much, Phîi Porsche!" All consideration gone, now that his romantic partner was buying it for him, the Misser put his wallet back into his pants immediately, and even acted cute, making the large person chuckle and take out his wallet. His demeanor made the store owner hurriedly and obsequiously prepare the disc, while secretly sighing.
I almost hit on the wrong person. I thought it was strange that someone with such a cute face didn't have a partner.
"Ouch, I want to go back to the room now, Phîi Porsche. I want to play the game." However, as soon as the desired item was in his hands, the young man immediately acted like he wanted to go home, making the person who掏钱 bought it for him laugh softly. He seized the small hand and held it before the excited youth even realized it.
"Let's watch the movie first. When we go back, I'll let you play for a long time."
"Yes, sir!" The cute expression of the person smiling goofily, nodding emphatically, made the salesman sigh with regret. But as they say, cute people have owners. And... holding hands without caring how people looked at two men holding hands.
"Ph... Ph... Ph... Phîi Porsche, let go of my hand."
By the time the young man realized his hand was being held, they were already far outside the store. He had been too busy admiring the game in his hand. He realized when he wondered why his other hand wasn't stroking the disc. And bingo, his hand was being held tightly by Phîi Porsche. And sorry, but it wasn't a normal hold; he was... interlacing their fingers firmly.
"Heh heh, no," he laughed twice and said clearly, making the person who was starting to feel embarrassed by others' looks and whose face was burning hot try to pull his hand away, but the other party held on tighter. Then he turned to meet his eyes.
"I want to hold my romantic partner's hand... isn't that allowed?"
"Hey, but other people are looking, Phîi."
"So what? Or would Dear not be jealous if other people looked at me?"
"Gah."
The young man let out a small sound, his face growing even hotter, his mind going blank. He knew that if others looked at Phîi Porsche, he would be jealous. And from the previous experience of not telling anyone he was Phîi Porsche's partner until that Miss Patty came into his life, it taught him that he needed to show ownership. But walking hand in hand in the mall like this...
It's so embarrassing.
The expression made Purin want to reach out and hold the red cheeks, but he just smiled widely and leaned in closer, looking into the flustered eyes.
"Dear..."
"Ah, yes, yes?"
"I'm jealous of Dear."
"Huh?" The dazed expression made Purin say with a smile.
"My Dear is cute. I don't like other people looking at my partner. If I want to show ownership... will Dear not let me?" The young man was left with his mouth hanging open, pointing at himself as if to say, Me? Cute? And me? Having people look? I didn't even realize it. And me? Making Phîi Porsche jealous?
Isn't it just me who's jealous of Phîi Porsche?
The question made the guy look down at their tightly interlaced hands, his heart beating harder than before. His heart was hesitating between appropriateness and the happiness that made his heart swell, until he could only mumble softly.
"But Dear is still angry with you."
"I'll let you be angry, but I won't let go of your hand."
Gasp! And how is that different from being back together?!
In the end, the embarrassed person could only bite his own lip before uttering a single word.
"Fine!" A word saying, if you want to hold it, hold it. If you're this brazen, go ahead. That made Purin smile widely and lead the little one to buy movie tickets without caring about anyone, while the person following forgot all about the game, completely embarrassed by the hand being held tightly and the awareness that people were looking.
Whatever, my friends already think I'm flirty. Being a bit flirty on a date... I'll ignore everyone else's stares.
After that, even after entering the movie theater, the person beside him still held his white hand loosely. At first, Dear sat stiffly, but after watching for a while, he became absorbed and started to enjoy the story he wanted to see (of course, he was the one who chose the movie). Plus, with the cool air conditioning like this, it felt warm.
Thump
"Hmm?" But then, the person who was into the screen turned abruptly to look at the person next to him, about to complain in a whisper when he felt the heavy head of the person leaning against his head. But before he could open his mouth, the little one saw something.
Asleep... Hey, is Phîi Porsche asleep?
Of course, the person with his eyelids closed, breathing in and out in a steady rhythm, made Dear just stare blankly, hesitating whether to wake him up or not. But the light from the screen reflected on the face of the person who looked tired, so he just sat still, reaching a hand to touch Phîi Porsche's cheek lightly.
These past few days, Dear knows that Phîi Porsche is tired. Tired from indulging me. Tired from appeasing me. So many sticky notes in the room. Waking up early to have breakfast ready. Handling dinner. Picking me up from the university. Sometimes even sneaking away from work to pick me up early.
Dear knows that lately I've been acting like an idiot, because every time I look at Phîi Porsche's face, I see the image of him being intimate with that woman, so I liked to put on a stern face, refused to talk, refused to converse. But now I've softened. I've softened so much towards Phîi Porsche trying to appease me in every way.
I can't believe a person like this sat writing sticky notes to cover the entire room.
And on a Saturday, instead of resting, Phîi Porsche took me out. Probably because a few days ago I complained that I wanted to watch a movie together. Buying things, buying games, these were just byproducts. But when we came to watch, the tired person probably forced himself to watch until the end but couldn't, falling asleep with his neck bent like this.
I've really softened completely.
So Dear squeezed the hand that was gripping his tightly even in sleep, letting him lean comfortably, while he himself snuggled closer to the large person, trying to say, Screw it, I don't care who turns to look. He considered this time his time with Phîi Porsche.
"Don't let there be a next time, Phîi Porsche. I won't accept it again. Coming in and seeing you with another woman in our room," Dear murmured softly to the sleeping person, before smiling a little.
"Let's be good, okay."
The thought of the person who linked his pinky with the sleeping person's pinky told himself that tonight he would move back to sleep in the same room as the large person. He could just imagine Phîi Porsche making a very surprised face. Without knowing that the sleeping person was smiling to himself, and also tightening his grip on the small hand, entering a sweet dream where his young man was snuggling close by.
Let's be good, okay, my good boy?
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