Title: Trending War Chapter: oneshot Pairing: TinCan
Summary:
5 times Can tried to trend #TinCan and one time he didn’t have to
Prelude
Can stared at Tin’s head and wondered how he ever had found that stupid stupidhead attractive. He was ugly… maybe not in the common sense ugly, because he had this stupid face, which was stupidly handsome but he was ugly. Because…
“Why are you staring at me?” Tin asked but didn’t look up from his laptop.
Can thought about throwing his phone at Tin’s face, but he really liked that phone.
But he also kinda hated that phone because it had shown him the TinPete hashtag and how it was trending, because Tin and his stupid face had learned on a bench outside of the IC building instead of inside like any normal person.
Can frowned at the picture his sister had attached to one of her tweets. Pete was looking over Tin’s shoulder to see the display of Tin’s laptop. It was an innocent picture. They didn’t even really touch. They were just close.
Can hated it.
‘They would make such cute boyfriends’ one of Lay’s friends had commented under her tweet and he wanted to shout at her that HE was the cute boyfriend… which he was not come to think of it.
They dated. And kissed. And Tin’s hand had been on places of Can’s body only his own hand ever had been. Which Can liked a lot. Tin had nice hands, they were big and warm and…
Stop thinking about his hands!, he scolded himself. He was mad! He was mad because some dumb girls thought Tin was the perfect match for Pete! Pete!
He should sent screenshots to Ae.
“You are still staring.”
“Am I not allowed to look at…” at my boyfriend he wanted to say… but they were not. Not officially.
How would one make the change from dating each other to being official boyfriends? Should he just ask? Or did they just transition naturally to a point where they start to call each other boyfriends? He could google it right?
“What happened?”
Can startled because Tin flopped down next to him on the couch without announcing himself. He hid his phone instinctively.
Tin looked at him and Can knew that he was going to snap that phone from his hands, so he twisted sideways to prevent Tin from doing so.
“Can,” Tin said while looming over him, “what is on your damn phone?”
“Nothing!”
“You stare at it, then you stare at me and those are not nice stares.”
“How would you know? Maybe I am being seductive?”
“I know your seductive face, it is very similar to your feed me face.”
“Hey!”
He had to twist away again because Tin was so damn tall and why had he never realized that his arms were also freakishly long? Can turned around to lay on his belly hiding his phone between his body and the couch.
He felt Tin’s sigh against his neck and tried to suppress a shiver.
“Can,” he said in an exasperated tone but Can shook his head.
“Not showing you.”
“Can,” he said again, but softer this time, just a whisper against his skin. Can turned around and stared at Tin who frowned in light of Can’s serious face.
“What happened?”, he asked, ready to conquer all of Can’s enemies. It was funny that he was always ready to fight those non-existing threats but wouldn’t let Can punch his brother.
“Be my boyfriend,” he said, because he wanted to. He wanted to be Tin’s boyfriend. He wanted to change his facebook status, and he wanted to comment on those stupid tweets that Tin already had an adorable boyfriend, thank you very much (and no offense Pete).
And he wanted to see that look on Tin’s face everytime he said boyfriend.
Can took hold of Tin’s face to caress the skin around his mouth and eyes and marvel in the soft and astonished look in his eyes.
“Be my boyfriend,” he repeated himself and smiled at Tin’s huff because he used his hold on Tin’s face to make him nod.
“This is a binding nod,” he said.
“My boyfriend is very cute, but also an idiot,” Tin said and Can had to grin.
The Last Good Bar 