aroceu's ficIt’s hard, is the thing. To pretend that he doesn’t want Pat at all, that he doesn’t have him anymore.
Pran’s been resisting even though a part of him wants to cave in already, ignore his insecurities and the instability of their relationship and just let himself be Pat’s boyfriend. But his insecurities and the instability of their relationship aside, he can’t just let Pat win.
So here they are now.
It’s not that endearing that Pran likes exactly three wontons with his noodles, but Pat finds a lot of random things about Pran endearing anyway.
Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the office even though Pat’s barely talked to him once. Pran gets him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it. Pran’s eyes drop down Pat’s body every so often like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.
what if when they’re in high school pran gets the idea to send pat little anonymous notes, hidden in delicately folded pieces of origami
Pat’s still wondering if he likes Pran. So he watches some gay porn.
Pran rolls his eyes again. “Are we doing this or not? My parents are only going to be gone for so long.”
“We are,” Pat says, and begins taking his shirt off. “You know, I didn’t really think about it before, but fucking you in your childhood bedroom… I should’ve had this fantasy a long time ago.”