LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Yeah right. I just think Tin is cool. It’s not like I lay awake at night thinking about him.
“And how dare he, you know? He just strolls around so effortlessly! Everyone gives him anything he wants!” Can ended his rant huffing. Type continued nodding, as if playing the role of a kind older brother. “I just don’t get why he’s under my skin!”
“Uh oh…” Type looked at Can with a glint in his eye.
“What?”
“Sounds like someone’s in love.”
“Yeah right! I just think Ai Tin is cool. It’s not like I lay awake at night thinking about him!”
Type shrugged. “Sure you don’t. And Ae and Pete aren’t dating.”
“Eh?! But P’Type, when did they both break up?!”
“That’s not-”
“Oh god, I have to tell Ai Ae he’s being stupid. Ai Pete is the best!”
Can ran off and Type sighed. Hopefully Can would work it out later.
Later turned out to be that night. Can tossed and turned in bed, images of Tin passing through his mind. The brightness of Tin’s smile. The way Tin’s eyes narrowed when he smiled. The paleness of Tin’s skin. The feel of Tin’s hand’s caressing his neck. The warmth of Tin’s lips…
Can immediately sat up, his heart racing. “DAAAMN IIIITTTTTTT!”
“P’CAN, SHUT UP!”
Can immediately slapped his hands over his mouth before Ley could come barging in again. “Can’t even cry about how Ai Tin is on my mind at home!” Can stared at his lap as well. “You shouldn’t be reacting either!”
Before Can could complain further, his phone pinged with a message. Against his better judgement, Can checked it.
Tin had sent Can a sticker of a sleeping monkey followed by a picture of himself, peeking out from under his blankets. The next text read, “Good night, Cantaloupe. Dream of me.”
“THAT IS THE PROBLEM, AI TIN!”
“P’CAN!”
Can hid under his covers. If Ley couldn’t find him immediately at this time of night, he might be safe.
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