Hey anon ❤ i’m turning this into a canon-ish fix-it!!!! (I say canon-ish cause i don’t want to see the ep but i’ve seen the transcript that broke my heart)
12 – “How long have you been standing here?” “Long enough.”
Okay warning: this starts out angsty but it ends happy! I cannot have them sad for long, i just can’t.
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Tin has changed his study spot, thinking, in a futile attempt to obsess less about Can, that changing his other habits would also make him change his stalkery behavior. Maybe by going to different places, places where he doesn’t have memories with Can, it will be easier to let Can go. He has to let go, he knows, not only because Can and him went through as close to a break-up as people who weren’t ever together can go through, but also because he is turning into a pathetic pining cliché and he’s starting to hate himself for it.
So that’s why he’s hidi-, no, not hiding, just seeking quiet in a place full of hormonal young adults- on the roof of the Science building, right behing the big ventilation shafts that are, okay, hiding him from view. He told himself he would study up there, but he’s rereading (for the last time!) the text messages he and Can exchanged, trying to find something to fault on Can and of course, finding nothing. He knows Can never led him on, he was always quite honest about his feelings- or lack thereof in this case, he supposes. Can’s reasons for rejecting him felt like a punch in the gut, they still do, but he has no choice but to accept Can’s decision.
It’s only… It really sucks. Tin trusted Can with parts of himself he never showed anyone, he trusted him with his past, with his present and with his could-have-been. That’s the worst part, he thinks, all the things they could have done that never saw the light of day. Between their first and last kiss, Tin had made up a thousand little and big could-have-beens, going from kissing Can behind his ear to grocery shopping on Saturday mornings to picking the color of their bedroom wall. And Can doesn’t want that.
He has made the mistake of letting hope blind him, and it’s time to face the ugly colors of reality again.
Tin scrolls down his phone, selecting everything he has that’s slightly Can-related and fluttery-feelings inducing: Can’s “can’t wait for tomorrow!!” text, Can’s sister’s Twitter posts about them, the selfies he took with him, the email confirming Can’s new phone would be insured.
He’s going to erase it all, he is, his thumb is just there, hovering over the little trash symbol, but it might take a little while. He’s feeling all numb and emotionless, wrapped in cotton and waiting for some sign that he’s about to make a mistake. Looks like it’s raining, there’s water on his cheeks. Maybe this is the sign.
“Tin?”
Tin doesn’t look up at once, frozen by the voice he longed to hear call his name again.
“How long have you been standing here, Can?” Tin sighs after wiping away the wetness in his eyes after realizing he’s seeing blurry shapes. Not the rain, then.
“Long enough to worry about you doing something stupid, you fuck. You scared the shit out of me!” Can blurts out, sinking on his knees in front of Tin.
“How did you know I was on the roof?” Tin asks, not meeting Can’s eyes. What is he doing here, anyway? He made it abundantly clear he didn’t want to worry about Tin in any way, shape or form, so what gives? Tin doesn’t want Can’s pity.
“I checked your phone gps position, there’s an app for that, but that’s not the point! I don’t want you to hurt yourself because of me,” Can says, and understanding dawns on Tin.
“Oh. Oh, I see. Bold of you to assume I would jump off the room because of you, Canta- Can. You rejected me, and to tell you the truth it hurts, but I will move on. Eventually.” Not yet, not for a long time, maybe not ever, but Tin cannot burden Can with his unwanted affections. He still hasn’t looked at Can, eyes glued on his phone.
Don’t tell him about how you cried in the shower, he thinks.
“But Tin, I don’t want you to move on,” Can whispers, and that makes Tin look up at him in cold fury. How dare he?
“What the fuck, Can? You don’t get to say that to me. You said no. You were very clear about not wanting to worry over me, not wanting to get jealous, and worst of all not being sure if being with me would make you happy. So fuck off, Can,” Tin says, and he would really like his voice to stop wavering, but Can looks stricken and damn it, he still loves him, doesn’t he.
Can looks so small, like he’s been punched with guilt, and Tin fights the urge to hug him even though he’s mad at him. Only Can can make him feel contradictory emotions like that, even now.
Can flinches when Tin crosses his arms, then takes a deep breath.
“I deserved that,” Can says softly. “But Tin, listen to me. I was wrong when I said all that. We haven’t talked in a week, and I miss you a whole lot more than I expected, and I think about you all the time, and I worry about you anyway but now I don’t get to see you smile at me or be there for me and really I was a fool for turning away from you, and I am so sorry,” he says in a rush to get everything out at once. He’s blushing fiercely, but he’s facing Tin like he’s gathered all of his courage just for this.
Tin can only stare at him, hope fluttering in his chest as Can tentatively reaches out for his hand.
“What do you want, Can?” Tin asks when he trusts his voice once more.
“You,” Can answers. “If you’ll forgive me for being a dumbass.”
Tin snorts, too choked up to speak. Can squeezes his hand, and Tin knows they’re going to be okay.
3- “Come with me to the other room.” – “We’re not going to talk about this now.”
Yes hello i know i am taking forever but i’m trying, okay? This one is short but it took forever, sorry 😅
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“Come with me to the other room,” says Tin, eyes burning. He’s not sparing a glance at either Ae or Pete, who came over for dinner tonight and are looking at them with an amused expression from Ae and a bewildered look from Pete.
“Tin, we’re not going to talk about this now,” Can whines and gestures at their friends.
“Who said we’re going to talk?” Tin says with a particular glint in his eyes, and Can bites his lips, looking guiltily at Ae. Ae grabs Pete’s hand to help him stand up faster.
“We’re going, thanks for dinner, next time we’re doing this at Pete’s apartment. Can, you owe me one,” Ae says, hurrying to get Pete out of what he can tell will quickly become a den of debauchery. Pete only has time to wave goodbye before the door closes behind them.
As soon as their friends are out, Tin stalks towards Can, shepherding him from the dining room to the bedroom with a hand on his hip, the other in his hair, and his lips locked with Can’s.
It irked Tin just how smug Can’s senior’s face (Can had called him P’Type) was despite Tin’s best glare.
It was a good glare.
“So you think you can come to the soccer field, glare at me, and I’ll leave Can alone?” Type laughed. “Wow, you have got it bad.”
“Listen, I’ll be taking him out for lunch every day for here on out. Waste your time on your other juniors.”
Type shrugged. “Wouldn’t it be unfair of me to not extend the invitation to N’Can?” Type leaned in, a glint in his eye that Tin hated. “Wouldn’t Can be upset that he isn’t being treated right by his seniors? Do you want to be the one to isolate him?”
Tin huffed. “Act like a proper senior then. What kind of “senior” gets so touchy feely with their juniors?”
Type made another expression Tin didn’t like. One of mocking agreement. “I see, so that’s how it is.”
“Listen you-”
“Ai Tin!” Tin was momentarily blindsided as Can charged into him like a bull and nearly knocked him over. Tin glared some more as Type laughed into his fist, disguising it as a cough. “You came to see me! Let’s have lunch! I want noodles today!” Can finally noticed Type attempting to make a dignified face once Tin agreed. “Oh P’Type. P’Techno said he’s looking for you. He said to tell you, ‘If I’m supposed to be your hubby, then let’s go before I want a divorce.’“
Type shrugged. “Have fun with your IC boy then. Tell him to check those eyes of his. They aren’t seeing properly.”
“Huh? Not seeing properly?” Can pulled Tin down to peer into his eyes, barely noticing the soft expression on his face. “Na Ai Tin, are your eyes focusing okay? I don’t see anything wrong.”
“How could you see anything wrong? You only ever see food.”
“Oi! Now you should treat me to noodles with fish balls!”
“How about noodles with fish balls and shrimp?”
“DEAL!” Can ran off towards Tin’s car in the parking lot. Tin sighed. He’d deal with Type another day.
Can scrolled through his Twitter feed while Tin was getting their drinks. Ley was at it again, tweeting another picture of Tin and Pete sitting next to each other in their classroom. They weren’t even that close together. Their eyes were only on their textbooks. Nowhere near each other.
And yet…
Can wanted to scream. Ley had photoshopped a heart vignette around them in the most gaudy pink she could find in the color pallet. Her post had more than 100 likes and at least 10 retweets already.
This was on top of several other pictures of the two rich IC students being in each other’s proximity that were also circulating around on his feed.
Walking down the stairwell.
Together at the coffee stall.
Walking to the parking lot.
Pete tilting his head as if asking a question while Tin looked on almost indulgently.
Then Can noticed that #TinPete was trending in their area.
Can screamed this time.
Tin stormed over, glaring at everyone in the vicinity while Can scrubbed at his head. “Cantaloupe, what’s wrong? Who hurt you?”
Tin’s words were apparently the final straw. Too kind. Too caring. Too obvious. And yet the entire student body was BLIND. Tin barely had time to put the drinks down before Can yanked him forward into a kiss.
If the canteen had started building up noise again, it fell to a sudden hush at the display. Tin and Can’s lips parted with a loud smack in the silence.
“TIN IS MY BOYFRIEND, DAMN IT! STOP TWEETING #TINPETE!” No less than fifty phones were already recording Can’s rant. “#TINCAN FOREVER YOU FUCKS!”
Tin looked as if he was torn between being smitten and embarrassed. “Can, you should-”
Can pulled him into another kiss. The sound of a hundred camera shutters could be heard echoing.
That night, Ley demanded an explanation and Tin would only smirk and Can would only blush. She decided to leave it at that.
#TinCan ended up trending for days after the incident. Tin favorited and liked every posting of the video he ended up seeing on his feed. Can stayed off twitter for a month, but he took a screenshot every day that #TinCan was trending.
The Last Good Bar 
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