In the year 2018, when the biggest plot twist in a BL drama was that Can was short for Cantaloupe??
The second biggest twist is Tin stopping his car by the curb, rolls down his window and says Cantaloupe like it’s normal. I half-expected Can to start belting out TLC’s No Scrubs in the middle of the road.
“Can…” The person, hiding under a blanket, moved further away.
“Cantaloupe.”
“I told you not to call me that!” Can’s face was red from anger and hiding under the blanket. His hair was fluffed up and Tin’s smirk changed to a soft smile, because disheveled Can was his favorite Can.
Can threw a pillow at him and Tin tried to hide how pleased he was.
“I am so sorry,” he said and moved closer to Can. His bed wasn’t really that big, nevertheless Can had managed to put as much space as possible between them.
“You can’t be that embarrassed.”
Can huffed and boxed him, but didn’t struggle against the arms embracing him. Tin nuzzled one side of his face.
“I am really sorry,” he murmured but Can huffed again.
“Cantaloupe,” he mouthed at the sensitive skin behind Can’s ear and hid another pleased smile when he noticed Can suppressing an aroused sigh.
“Why are you two always doing that?”, Can complained but leaned heavier on Tin. “I think they are cute.” “Baby photos aren’t cute. You shouldn’t enable my mum like that.”
Tin nodded, because he already had made photos of his favourite childhood pictures of Can. And he knew that Can would never really put a stop to their interactions because he knew how much Tin graved a mother figure in his life.
“Cantaloupe,” he whispered again and pouted as Can shook his head vehemently.
“No! My sister can probably hear us. She will try to make photos of us. Again.” “I could show her the one’s from last weekend – ouch!”
Hiii, sorry I took a long time to answer and it’s short, but there it is ✌❤
16) “This can’t be right.”
‘’This can’t be right,” says Can, his fingers feebly trying to get a hold of Tin’s hair.Tin hums, the echoes lost in the tender flesh of Can’s throat.
“My sister is home, she will hear –“
“Then you’ll just have to be quiet, Cantaloupe,” smirks Tin. He catches Can’s lower lip between his teeth, worrying it a little, letting it go to check how red it’s turning. Needs more work, he thinks, diving back to the job at hand.
“Don’t call me that, asshole,” Can says half-heartedly. He’s already half-way gone, his whole body relaxing under the weight of Tin’s, his hands traveling up and down Tin’s back over his shirt.
Tin knows this will not go very far, not with Can’s sister in the house, but he’s happy to just lay over his boyfriend and enjoy the moment.
“I resent that,” Tin says before resuming the task he’s set for himself. Can’s lips are soft and pliable under his own, and biting them gently is an activity Tin gladly enrolls in. With his lips trapped between Tin’s teeth, Can can’t talk, and he surrenders even more, sinking bonelessly into his bedcover. It’s amazing to feel how much Can trusts him with this, trusts that Tin will take care of him like that, when not so long ago he had to basically trick him into going on a date. Tin props himself up on his elbows to loom above Can and admire the result of his efforts.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Can asks, one hand reaching up to thread into Tin’s hair.
“I’m enjoying the view,” Tin smiles. “Your lips are quite red, but I think I can make them redder still.”
“Alright, kiss me more, come here,” Can says, greedy, using his leverage to bring Tin closer.
Short, sweet, and to the point! 😍😍😍😍
The perfect complement to the episode we’ve just had.
I wish we could have a few more episodes for Tin x Can to reach this stage in their relationship. And I don’t just mean being in bed… errr… not talking much. I mean Can trusting Tin enough to surrender himself to him the way you write it here. And Tin being AMAZED by the amount of trust Can has in him.
“Listen. I don’t really wanna apologize to you, Ai Tin. But I cannot forget about what I did to you. Stop. Don’t call me stupid too. You’re right. I’m a fool that keeps apologizing to you repeatedly, but I did say mean things to you that day. Doesn’t matter if you told me the truth or lied to me. I don’t care. And, I don’t want to feel upset about what I did to you. Sorry that I was mean to you. I didn’t really mean to do that.
The Last Good Bar 
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