“I think Khun Medthanan, you will find this apartment to be a very good choice!” the realtor said. “It has an excellent commute time to downtown where you said your office is and where Khun Can’s gym is.” She then pointed to the large windows in a south-facing wall. “As you can see, there is a lot of natural light, as Khun Can requested. The walls are also already soundproofed for all the rooms. You will not need to have any extra renovations done.”
“Can, go test it.” Tin waved Can off behind a closed door.
The realtor blinked. “I- what?”
Muffled screaming came out of the room Can had walked into. Tin nodded. “You have certainly done your research Khun.”
The realtor smiled. “O-Of course! It is my pleasure to help, Khun Medthanan.”
Tin smiled. “I noticed you didn’t tell us about the pet policy.”
“W-Well…”
“So no pets then?”
“I did discuss it with the landlord and owner, Khun Medthanan!” The realtor looked like she was about to cry. “But Khun, even if they don’t allow pets, surely you and Khun Can can see that this is the ideal place-”
“Pass.” Tin knocked on the door Can had gone behind. “Oi Can, they don’t allow pets.”
“What!” Can opened the door and pouted. “Terrible. This place would have been perfect otherwise. Did you see the yard space we’d be allowed to have? Gucci would love it.”
The realtor finally started crying. “Khun Can! Khun Medthanan! Please see sense! For the price limit you’ve requested, these apartments don’t usually allow pets!”
Tin sighed. “How about I talk to the landlord then.” Can shot Tin a look. “I literally mean talking, Cantaloupe. I’m not going to bribe him.”
“Khun Medthanan…”
“Arrange a meeting. In the mean time, what else did you have on the list for today?” The realtor sobbed but pulled out her tablet and looked up the next location on her list. —– “That couch looks hideous.” Tin tried to pull Can off the offending piece of furniture. “I don’t care where we end up living. I’m not buying that.”
“But Tin! It’s leather!”
“Gucci would scratch it up and it’s going to stink.”
“Gucci would never!”
“He’d do it when trying to jump up and down from the couch.”
“Oh… yeah he would, wouldn’t he?”
Can finally got up and Tin huffed a sigh of relief. Gucci scratching up that couch would have been an improvement in Tin’s eyes.
“Should we get one with a fold out bed if we have guests?” Can asked as he looked at the next couch. The upholstery was a sturdy, but soft cotton cloth. The cushions were comfortable but firm. Plus it was wide enough to lay on comfortably. Can sighed as he laid out on it. “I like this one too.”
“You like anything you can sleep on without effort.”
“I can sleep with you without any effort.” Tin raised an eyebrow. “Yeah okay, that sounded better in my head.” Can reached out a hand. “Come try it with me.”
Tin rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be pulled down onto the couch, practically laying on top of Can in the middle of the furniture store. At least one of the salesmen were looking at them funny.
“I suppose it is comfortable.”
“And it folds out into a bed.”
Tin smirked. “So if I agree with you and buy this one, will you put out?”
Can shoved Tin onto the floor. —– “Do we have to buy fancy dishes? It’s not like we’re inviting your parents to dinner!”
Tin ignored Can’s complaints as he looked at another set of fine china. The design was a little different than the ones he’d seen before. It might be nice.
“Sometimes, it’s nice to have fancy things on the off chance that you need to be fancy.”
“Is that rich person logic?”
“How about if I get to buy a china set, you get to buy a stand mixer for all your baking.”
“DEAL!” Can ran towards the appliance section. “I’M GOING TO BUY THE BIGGEST ONE.” —– After meeting with the landlord and the owner, Tin came to an agreement with them. It would increase the monthly payments a bit (not that Can needed to know that), but they’d be allowed to keep Gucci in the apartment with them.
The realtor was thrilled that she made the sale, and Can was happy that Gucci would be able to come with them.
Everyone won.
Packing was a different story.
Tin’s space was usually spartan looking but it was only because his room was so large. Tin some how managed to possess more clothing than Can ever realized, more books than Can thought a person could own, and more baubles than he’d ever seen in Tin’s room.
Can’s space by comparison looked like a mess, but was packed up in less than five boxes and two large suitcases.
For moving day, Tin wanted to hire movers. Can said they should just call their friends. They battled it out by flipping a coin except Can snatched the coin out of the air, kissed Tin on the lips and said, “Ae and Pete already offered to help. All we have to do is buy them dinner afterwards.”
Tin pouted but Can gave him another kiss. —– On moving day, Ae looked perpetually grumpy to be taking orders from Tin as to where to put boxes. Pete helped unpack. Ae didn’t even want Pete near the scissors for cutting boxes open, but Pete pleaded until Ae caved in.
By evening, everything had been mostly settled. The furniture Tin and Can had agreed upon had been brought in the day before and so after some rearranging, everyone sat in the kitchen for a dinner of take-out.
Even though Can and Pete did most of the chatting, the atmosphere was lively and Tin could only stare at Can. —– “Finally, our own space,” Can said as he fell back against the freshly arranged bed sheets. “And we get to pick up Gucci from Ma tomorrow!”
Tin smiled before climbing over Can and caging him in. “But tonight… We make this place ours for sure… Hmm?”
Can raised an eyebrow. “Why Tin, are you propositioning me?”
Can had always been loud. With alcohol, he was louder.
But Can + dating Tin + alcohol?
That was a brand new form of entertainment for the entire soccer team. Well for the team minus Ae.
“P’Noooooo, he’s just sooooo cute sometimes.” Can leaned against Techno, arms around his neck, rubbing his cheek against Techno’s shoulder. “Like when he wakes up and is all disoriented. And and like when he comes back from the gym. And also that one time-”
“Is it the time he got caught in the rain?” Techno asked.
“No, but that was also a very good example too. Did I tell you about the time he got caught in the rain?”
Type held up his phone and motioned for Techno to play along. Techno put on a long suffering face. “No, you didn’t. Tell me about it, N’Can.”
Champ giggled after he took another swig of his drink. Can had already lost the thread of the original story and started talking about how Tin looked when he came home from the gym.
“It’s not faiiiiirrrr P’!” Can whined. “He looks like he should have been in Sports Science! He’s got more muscles than P’Champ!” Champ sputtered on his next sip of his drink.
“He does not!”
“He does too, P’Champ! I counted! He has eight abs! You only have four!”
Type laughed in earnest at Champ’s stricken expression. “Look at you, you act like you’re hot shit but you’re beaten by an IC kid.”
“Shut up! I just haven’t been focusing on my core lately.”
Techno watched all three of them banter back and forth before watching Good slip his phone out of his pocket to start typing something. “N’Good, what are you doing?”
Good typed for another minute before he replied. “Ai Tin… Told me… To text him… When Ai Can… Gets this… Drunk again…” Good snapped a photo of Can leaning against Techno with Champ and Type bickering in the background before sending it to Tin. “Said he… Worries about… Can when… He drinks… This much.”
Techno blinked. “Oh shit.”
Minutes later Tin walked into the bar, still dressed in his neat uniform. He took one look at Can, who was now expounding on how great Tin’s legs were to Good who simply kept nodding along. Type was now trying to get Champ to prove his legs were better than the description of Tin’s. Techno had also gotten involved some how by trying to make a tape measure out of napkins and a pencil.
Tin sighed and waved the bartender over. “I’ll pay for their drinks and clear them out for you.”
The bartender offered a grateful wai and took Tin’s credit card before Tin walked over to the rowdy gang.
“Ok Sports Science, break it up. Cantaloupe, it’s time to go home.”
Can’s red face immediately brightened at Tin’s voice. “Ai Tin! You’re here! Now I can prove to P’Champ that you have an eight pack! And calves that are firmer than his! And-”
Tin pressed a finger to Can’s lips, immediately silencing him. “Have you been telling stories about me again?”
“Mmmmph.”
Tin sighed and rolled his eyes before he looked at Good. “Thank you for texting me. I paid the bill. Make sure your seniors get home safe, Ai Good.”
Good nodded. “Thank you… Ai Tin…” Good got up and started to push the drunk seniors towards the door. He had mild success while Champ was attempting to count his abs without lifting his shirt in front of everyone.
Tin removed his finger and Can fell into Tin’s chest with a drunk smile. “Mmm hi.”
Tin smiled back despite his better judgement. “Cantaloupe, how many drinks did you have this time?”
“Like this many?” He held up four fingers. “And then plus this many.” He held up another finger on his other hand.
“Five?”
“No Ai Tin. Like six.”
“Can, four plus one is five.”
“No… Wait…”
Tin sighed before dragging Can towards the door. He took back his credit card before stepping out into the late night air. Hopefully Can would remember how to do math in the morning if he could talk about the number of abs Tin had.
Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’
People always said that love was blind. Tin knew that it had to be. If it had been any other way, he would have never fallen for Can.
And what a pain it was to be in love with someone like Can.
Too loud when he should be quiet, Louder when he should just be loud.
Can wasn’t a picky eater, but he was just voracious. If Tin didn’t have the financial means he had, he was sure Can would eat him out of house and home before long.
Can also had no manners, no idea of how polite society worked. Tin’s ears itched with every informal word Can used.
But despite all the flaws, Tin could feel his heart opening up to the Thai Program Sports Science boy. For once in his life, Tin questioned his sanity. Maybe there had been one betrayal too many from Tul.
—–
Can’s phone pinged again and he fought the urge to throw it against the wall. He didn’t want to owe Tin any more than he had to.
Tin was ridiculously needy. For a busy IC Program student, Tin had a stupid amount of time to send him text after text after text. And none of it made sense.
Strings of emojis. GIFs of Kpop stars making cute kissy faces. Lines of poetry in English. Songs Can couldn’t understand, but with slow beats that lulled him to sleep.
It was like Tin didn’t understand who he was actually talking to and was trying to be as cliche as possible.
The memory that Tin probably didn’t know enough about Can failed to float to the surface as Can contemplated this Tin-shaped burden on his heart.
Why did his heart have to feel funny whenever he thought about Tin? Couldn’t it think of someone else? Someone who actually knew how to communicate outside of pictures and strange foreign references?
—–
They were both reluctant. So caught up in each other’s flaws, the never noticed how much closer they kept getting.
Tin never noticed the moment when Can’s strange manners became charming instead of bizarre. He did, however, notice the moment he thought Can’s outdated hair style was cute instead of childish.
Can started to understand Tin’s texts slowly. And some of the English songs were pretty good. They even helped him do better on his last test.
And when at last they did realize what had happened, still wondering why they had fallen in love with someone so intolerable, they found more than just tolerance. They found each other as they were, accepted entirely and not in part.
“So, Tul says you’ve been seeing someone.” Tin’s father doesn’t even look at him, doesn’t notice how Tin’s body has prepared itself for a fight. Tin’s father continues pouring himself some brandy. “You haven’t introduced her to your mother and I yet.”
“No, I haven’t introduced him to you yet.”
Tin’s father pauses. “Excuse me?”
“I’ll arrange a dinner, father. Do tell mother to clear her schedule.”
“And Tul?”
“Hasn’t Tul already made up his mind? If he wants to join, how can I stop my older brother?” —– It was as casual a dinner as Tin could manage to arrange.
First, at least dinner was at home. And Tin made sure the cooks were preparing only Thai food. That would give Can some manner of comfort.
Second, it wasn’t in the extravagant dining room his mother preferred for parties. It was in the smaller one for small family gatherings. Tin also absolutely refused the use of his mother’s best settings. Tin insisted that they use the unpainted china set.
Third, Tin managed to his father to not dress like he was at a business dinner and his mother to not dress like she was at a charity ball. There was no helping Tul’s face though.
Can showed up wearing his nicest button down shirt and khakis. He smiled at Tin and Tin fought the urge to grab his hand and run away instead of having this stupid dinner.
“Hi…” Can pressed a kiss near the corner of Tin’s lips. “Ready?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
Can shrugged. “You’ve warned me about them plenty. Did you warn them about me?”
This time Tin smiled. “Not at all.” —– Tin introduced Can. Can, to his credit, performed the most respectful greeting of his life.
What followed next was borderline disrespectful.
“So what major are you in?” Tin’s father asked.
“I’m in Sports Science, sir.”
Tul smiled, but Can thought it looked very predatory. “I didn’t know the IC program had a Sports Science major.”
“They don’t,” Can said with a shrug.
Tul looked as if he was ready to go in for the kill. “Then, you are in the Thai program?”
“Why, yes I am P’Tul!” Can’s face lit up. “P’Tul, tell me, you must be so impressed that I am a Thai program.”
Tul’s face twisted into a weird expression. The conversation was not going how he intended. Tin was only smiling softly to himself. Mother and father were silently watching the debacle.
“So if you’re a Thai program, I do hope you have Tin’s best intentions at heart.”
“I assure you P’Tul, I have better intentions for Tin than you do.”
Tul’s face didn’t give away any hint of his anger, but Can could see it in his eyes. Tin’s mother motioned for the both of them to calm down, but neither had even raised their voice yet.
“Now now boys, we have only just sat down to dinner. Please, do calm down.” Tin’s mother then turned to Can. “I do apologize, Can. Sometimes Tul gets so protective of Tin.”
“There are many words I would use to describe P’Tul, Khun. I am not sure protective is one of them.”
Tin snickered into his water glass, but Can kept his expression placid and polite.
“Well, I’m glad there is no bad blood then. I will only ask you to be mindful of Tin. Help me keep him out of trouble, hmm?”
“Oh Khun, I will absolutely make sure he stays out of all unnecessary trouble.”
Tin’s father coughed this time. “Unnecessary trouble?”
“Oh of course sir. Sometimes just a little trouble is necessary.”
“For what reason could anyone want trouble?”
“Sometimes,” Can said as he turned to look at Tin, “We need a little trouble to shake up our lives, make us see what’s really important. We learn to let people in and help us after a little bit of trouble.” Can turned back to smile at Tin’s father. “A tiny bit of necessary trouble does no harm then, don’t you think, sir?”
Tin surveyed the field. His mother and father were perplexed. Tul was fuming.
“Tin, open up!” Can calls as he knocks on the car’s window. Tin rolls the window down but doesn’t unlock the door. The last time Can was in his car he broke his heart, he doesn’t need a repeat performance.
“What do you want?” Tin asks coldly.
Can doesn’t answer right away, and Tin feels all the ice he wrapped around his heart melt at the sight of tears gleaming in Can’s eyes. Shit. He opens the door and Can slips inside without a word.
“I miss you,” Can blurts, eyes fixed on the dashboard in front of him. “I think about you all day long, and all I can see when I close my eyes is your face, and I wonder how you are all the time and I can’t even call because I’m the one who rejected you.”
Tin isn’t breathing.
“Can we go back to how we were before? Start again from there?” Can asks, finding the courage to look directly at Tin.
“No, Can,” begins Tin, and before he can finish his sentence Can is nodding, tight lipped, one hand already reaching for the door’s handle. Tin grabs his shoulder to make him stay, and they both freeze at the first contact they have had in weeks.
“Can,” Tin says slowly, trying to control his breathing. “I don’t want to go back to how we were before. It’s not enough for me, and you know it. I can’t be just friends with you, Can.”
“I know,” Can says, and there’s something in his expression that Tin doesn’t dare to trust. “Tin, I – I don’t want to be just friends with you either. Not anymore,” and there’s a hopeful look in his eyes that Tin can’t deny for the life of him. Can reaches for Tin’s hand tentatively, letting his own hang in the space between them, waiting for Tin to take the next step.
“Do you mean it?” Tin whispers, too choked up to talk any louder.
Can nods, and Tin takes his hand.
Later, after dinner, Tin drives Can home. Before Can leaves the car, Tin has something to ask.
“Tell me, did you change your mind because you missed my kisses?”
“What? No! I missed you as a whole!” Can says, gesturing vaguely to all of Tin.
“You’re lying, you’re blushing.”
“Shut up, no I’m not!” Can denies, his palms coming up to cover his cheeks.
“You are, and it’s terribly cute, and I’m going to kiss you again, alright?” Tin says as he leans forward into Can’s space. He stops before reaching him, letting him take the next step.
Can meets him in the middle, sighing against his lips, one hand coming up to cup Tin’s skull and hold him close. As close as they should always be.
OF COURSE Can is sleeping inTin’s shirts, what else should he wear?
Warning for NSFW under the cut
TinCan Ficlet
The first time it happened Tin didn’t realize that Can was wearing his shirt. He had been half asleep and heard Can complain about the AC, the bed had wobbled and Can had came back with a shirt on. Tin had fallen asleep. The next morning he watched how Can crawled out of the bed a bit sleepdrunk and his eyes fell on Can’s butt, which was hidden beneath a shirt longer than normal. He was suddenly wide awake.
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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