LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: So is he still single or (fic)
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LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: So is he still single or
“So…” Tin trailed off. “Is he… single?”
“Yes, he is,” Pete said. “Ae even confirmed it for me via text just now.”
“So you’re sure, right?”
Pete rolled his eyes. “Should you be asking me this, Ai Tin? You said you don’t want to know anything about Can anymore.”
Tin nodded. “I know what I said.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Pete only counted to ten before Tin opened his mouth again.
“So is he still single or…”
A headache formed between Pete’s eyes. “I cannot believe-”
“Look, it’s a valid question. I just want to make sure you’ve got your facts straight, Pete.”
“How can my facts be straight when I’m not, Ai Tin?”
“Did you just-”
“GO TALK TO HIM!” Pete shook Tin by the shoulders as his yelling continued. “YOU ARE THE WORST. GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER. IF YOU TWO KEEP BEATING AROUND THE BUSH I’M GOING TO LOCK YOU TWO TOGETHER IN A ROOM.”
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Was that before or after you slept with him?
Pete walks towards the IC Building. He spots Tin, sitting outside on a bench, which is not abnormal.
What is abnormal is how Tin’s eyes are following someone. His laptop is out, but his fingers are still. Pete tries to trace his line of sight and finds Can on the other side of the street, laughing and joking with other people. Tin looks like he wants to stab them.
“Oh Ai Tin, I didn’t know that you know Ai Can,” Pete says as he sits beside Tin.
Pete watches Tin’s body language as he answers. His shoulders and back slouch, like he’s curling in on himself. The tips of Tin’s ears turn pink and Tin actually looks to the side instead of at Pete. “Let’s just say that we’ve ‘crossed paths’.”
Pete takes it all in before asking, “Was that before or after you slept with him?”
“What? How did you?”
Pete smiles. “You seem so besotted, Ai Tin. It’s refreshing.” Pete pats Tin on the shoulder before he gets up. “Also Ai Can has been shouting about how he can’t believe he lost his virginity to you at soccer practice. Bye!”
Pete turns to look after he’s walked off for a few steps to see Tin marching towards Can with a strange look on his face. Certainly Can’s going to get a repeat at this rate, Pete thinks.
#but imagine this though#imagine this exact scenario#of Tin trying to hide his new-found relationship with can#but pete taking none of that bullshit and called him out for it#i live for this moment
@andwebegin YOU ASK AND I SHALL DELIVER. Ver 2 ya’ll!
The first hint wasn’t really a hint but a feeling. No matter what anyone says, Pete was observant and Tin felt different.
Tin felt less cold, only by degrees, but anything less than his absolute stoicism was obvious. He walked differently, talked a little differently, like he was trying to relearn how to be a person. His gaze didn’t pierce like it used to, a manner of liveliness had returned.
Pete didn’t dislike these changes. Back before he moved, before the hurt and betrayal, Tin had been so much more open and lively. To Pete, these changes, although small, reminded him of the friend he once had. More of this could only be a good thing.
The second hint was that Can was too cheerful. Or perhaps the better word was too normal.
He begged for food, rambled and raved, and yet, Pete could see that something else was on his mind. A tight lipped Can was not likely to be a good thing. Everyone had learned their lesson with a distracted Can already.
But now it seemed like Can was making an extra effort to speak up when everyone knew he normally would. Furthermore, Can was taking extra care with his words. Pete normally had trouble following Can’s stream of consciousness, but it was much easier to follow when Can was minding his words. Like Can was making an effort to be understood.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Was that before or after you slept with him?
Pete walks towards the IC Building. He spots Tin, sitting outside on a bench, which is not abnormal.
What is abnormal is how Tin’s eyes are following someone. His laptop is out, but his fingers are still. Pete tries to trace his line of sight and finds Can on the other side of the street, laughing and joking with other people. Tin looks like he wants to stab them.
“Oh Ai Tin, I didn’t know that you know Ai Can,” Pete says as he sits beside Tin.
Pete watches Tin’s body language as he answers. His shoulders and back slouch, like he’s curling in on himself. The tips of Tin’s ears turn pink and Tin actually looks to the side instead of at Pete. “Let’s just say that we’ve ‘crossed paths’.”
Pete takes it all in before asking, “Was that before or after you slept with him?”
“What? How did you?”
Pete smiles. “You seem so besotted, Ai Tin. It’s refreshing.” Pete pats Tin on the shoulder before he gets up. “Also Ai Can has been shouting about how he can’t believe he lost his virginity to you at soccer practice. Bye!”
Pete turns to look after he’s walked off for a few steps to see Tin marching towards Can with a strange look on his face. Certainly Can’s going to get a repeat at this rate, Pete thinks.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I like him.
“Tin, have you told Ai Can that you might like him,” Pete asked during class one day. Tin, in a rare show of openness, had confessed his growing feelings. “He’s very straightforward like Ae. He won’t get it unless you say it.”
Tin didn’t look up from his computer, but he stopped tapping his pen.
“I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I like him,” Tin replied. “Very subtle.”
“Uh… Very subtle you say?”
“I can’t stand you, Thai Program,” Tin said in a low voice.
“I can’t stand you either, Unloved Child,” Can replied loudly.
“It’s a work in progress,” Tin said offhandedly. “Very preliminary.”
“Right. I’m sure you’ll get it done, Ai Tin,” Pete said brightly. “He’s more of a disaster than Pond,” Pete thought to himself.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: So is that a ‘I like you too’ or what?!
Sometimes Can wasn’t sure what went on in Tin’s head.
Tin’s plans were never straightforward at the best of times. His strange ways of alluding to things often went over Can’s head. And really, who knew what was really going on in the heads of the rich?
Can faults himself for not expecting the same level of obtuseness from Tin’s “confession.”
“There’s no denying that I have feelings for you that can’t be explained in any other way,” Tin says. He pauses for a moment. “I briefly considered that I had a brain parasite, but that seems even more far-fetched.”
Can could only reply, “Are you sure you don’t have a brain parasite because that doesn’t make any sense!”
Tin rolled his eyes. “I like you, idiot. There’s no other reason why I could feel this way.”
Can thought about it for a moment. “So you’re sure you don’t have a brain parasite? Maybe you’re having a stroke. Or dementia.”
Tin sighed and pulled Can in for a kiss. Can did always respond better to physical stimuli.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Was that before or after you slept with him?
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: So is that a ‘I like you too’ or what?! (fic)
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I like him. (fic)
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Wish you would.
Tin steps close to Can after being dragged into the locker room. The memory of how Ae had done the same to Pete rings in Tin’s mind. Pete did not admit to Tin what had happened afterwards, but Pete’s adamant refusal of Tin spoke volumes.
Would today be a repeat with him and Can?
Tin wonders what it would be like if Can stopped running his mouth right now. He wonders if Can’s lips are still soft and strawberry flavored, wonders what they’d feel like wrapped around his dick. Wonders what the other parts of Can taste like, if they’re similarly addictive. Tin has thought about it plenty, letting his hands wander over Can’s body, finding all the places that would drive him mad.
What really gets Tin off though, is the thought of Can holding him down, having his way. Tin knows he’s a little taller, a little broader, but Can has been an athlete for a long time if the muscles in his legs are any indication. Tin has felt the strength in Can’s grip, and it sends shivers down his spine when he’s alone at night.
How would Can start? Would he be slow and teasing, doing his best to drive Tin mad? Or would he be fast and impulsive, raw and animalistic, bruises and bites all over, leaving Tin with an ache so deep it feels good? Tin lets his mind drift through his favorite fantasies while Can keeps ranting, working out his words and logic.
Can’s volume is increasing and Tin realizes that Can has been ranting at his resting bitch face for the last ten minutes.
“Fuck you!” Can says finally.
“I wish you would,” Tin says without realizing it.
“God, yes,” Can replies before pulling Tin in by his tie and kissing him.
Can’s lips are actually cherry flavored today, but no less addictive. And judging by the grip Can has on his tie, Tin thinks he’s going to find out which hypothesis is correct.
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