Hi:) 💕 you would like to write a tin can ficlet where Can, after arguing with Tin, discovers that Tin preserves the apology letter that Can had put in his car? At The end they make peace.
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Can stared at the piece of paper in his hand. No, it had been a piece of paper… once. Now it was preserved for eternity, laminated, safe from water or coffee stains or the little grabby hands of Can’s niece.
“This is not fair,” he muttered. He should hold onto his anger. He should continue to rummage through Tin’s drawers because he needed to find his car insurance documents and should continue doing it with as much hatred towards Tin’s desk as possible. He had been prepared to disarrange everything so Tin would be annoyed, so they would have, even more, to argue about. It had been satisfying to think about.
Now, this.
His handwriting hadn’t improved over the years. His grammar hadn’t, either. He remembered how he had felt putting the apology letter on Tin’s car, though. Righteous, with an itching fist and the conviction that he never had to deal with Tin Medthanan again.
Can had thought Tin would toss the letter away or tear it apart. Instead, he had done this sappy stuff.
He fell back into Tin’s giant office chair and huffed. Why was it, that Tin excelled so much in calming him down? He always knew when to call, as if he could sense Can’s mood through the air of Bangkok. He knew when to bring Can’s favourite food and now… Can slid forward on the stool until his butt almost fell off and put the letter close to his face.
“Stupid Ai Tin,” he murmured against the shiny surface.
“Not Ai Asshole anymore?”
Can glared at Tin over the letter who stood in the doorway. He had changed from his office clothes to his grey sweatpants and shirt combo and Can glared a bit harder because Tin in that outfit made him fidgety.
The worst thing was that Tin didn’t feel guilty. He would get why Can was mad but would still believe he made the right choice.
“A freaking car,” Can murmured and put the laminated letter back over his face. “I told you to not buy me things!”
“It’s a used car.”
Can threw his hands up.
“That’s not the point.”
If he would give in with the car Tin would find thousand of new loopholes to buy Can stuff and the next thing he knew he would be the owner of a fitness studio franchise. He didn’t want to be the owner of fitness studios!
“I’m not equipped to be a manager!”
Instead of answering Tin just stepped around the desk and leaned against it. He pulled the letter from Can’s face and read it.
“Your grammar hasn’t improved over the years.”
“You’re back to being Ai Asshole just for your information,” Can pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Tin wasn’t even embarrassed that he had found the letter. If he let on how touched he was that Tin had kept it Tin would put the letter all over their apartment just to tease Can.
“I also preserved the little post-it you wrote me for my first day in the office.” Tin had put his hands on the two armrests of the office chair and hovered over Can like a sexy treat. Can glared up at Tin and refused to move.
“You’re cheesy,” he declared and kicked Tin against his shin, lightly. He got a kiss on his nose for his troubles.
“I’m not going to drive that car.”
Tin nodded and kissed his right cheek. Can glared harder. He was not going to give in. It was dangerous to give in.
“The traffic in Bangkok is stupid! I’m going to stuck in traffic jams all the time.”
“Right,” murmured Tin and kissed his other cheek. “Maybe Ley needs another car?”
“Don’t you dare give my sister a car!” Can kicked Tin again. “I know exactly where she gets all her designer bags from, don’t you deny it!”
“She just loans them from me.”
“Sure. That’s why I see you walking around with a Prada bag all the time.”
“They would suit me.”
“A punch in the face would suit you!”
Tin kissed his pouty lips. Can rolled his eyes and he got another one. Three, four, five. Can sighed but he would. not. give. in! Tin straightened up and leaned back against the desk and Can didn’t like that at all, but he remained silent.
“I’m not gonna drive that car,” he repeated himself. Tin mirrored him and crossed his arms in front of his chest, too. As if that was a counter-argument.
“Okay,” he said instead and Can opened his mouth but closed it really quickly. That had to be a trap.
“Is this a trap?”
Tin raised an eyebrow and Can quickly jumped up. Tin opened his arms for him and Can stepped into his embrace.
“Is this some new technique for you to win arguments?”
“No. I’m just gonna respect your wish and give the car back.”
Can narrowed his eyes and tried to see in Tin’s eyes the truth. This was too easy. But Tin just had this shine in his eyes, which mostly meant he was very amused by Can.
“You really gonna give it back?”
Tin nodded.
Can leaned forward and bit him lightly, trough his t-shirt. It was part punishment and partly because he could no longer hold himself back. Gosh, he hated those sweatpants!
“I’m not going to change my mind just because you are all agreeable now.”
Tin smiled. “I know.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Can smelled something fishy and he grabbed the laminated letter from the desk and stepped out of Tin’s embrace.
“Just so you know,” he waved the letter in front of Tin’s face, “I’m going to let this letter inspire me for another one if you really bring the car back and…”
Tin leaned forward. He smiled.
“And?”
Can pulled at the waistband of Tin’s sweatpants and let it snap back on Tin’s skin.
“And I’m going to do that in the bedroom.” Two could play manipulative games he thought satisfied as he sauntered out of the office.
TinCan - “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
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They fell silent. Somewhere in the distance, they heard a dog barking.
A blush fell over Pete’s face and he shrugged in embarrassment.
“Too much?”, he asked and the tension after he had yelled ‘Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!’ fell off everybody.
“Maybe you should just sit on the bench,” Ae said and took the ball out of his hands. Pete didn’t seem to mind. Tin hid his smile behind his hand but couldn’t contain his snort when he looked over to the goal where Can laid on the grass wheezing.
He had been the first one to burst out in laughter, after Pete, proper and with the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up had yelled at him after Ae had said he should just channel the right spirit to kick a ball in Can’s direction.
Can’s face was already red and he laughed so hard, no sound came out of his mouth. Tin stood up and walked over to his boyfriend.
“You need oxygen?”, he asked. Can wasn’t able to answer, he just held his belly, laughing while tears were streaming down his face. Tin shook his head and squatted down. Can had grass stains on his jersey, and a bit of dirt hung in his hair. He gasped between bursts of laughter and Tin never wanted to kiss him more. He poked him in the side.
“Hey!”, Can yelled and was finally able to sit up. He giggled and put his forehead against Tin’s knee. Warmth radiated from him and Tin felt his sweat. He could have pushed him to see him topple over but instead, he laid his hand on his neck and knew that his cool fingers felt good on Can’s overheated skin.
“Who would have thought Ai Pete knows how to yell?”, he giggled breathlessly. Tin shrugged.
“Who knows? Maybe we picture Ae’s and Ai Pete’s dynamic completely wrong?”, Tin answered dryly and Can fell back on the ground in another fit of laughter.
Tin Can : Person A placing their hand on Person B’s forehead to check if they have a fever. -Person A and Person B having a deep and vulnerable conversation.
Hi! Thank you so much for your prompt. I’m afraid I got the ‘deep and vulnerable conversation’ part totally wrong, but they do what they want I’m afraid ^^°. I hope you like it anyway.
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“You don’t look so good.”
Can wanted to reply that Tin didn’t have to lay on the compliments so thick but he had to cough. His throat felt like shards were digging their way into his lungs and breathing felt like too much of a hassle. He buried his head in the pillow and groaned in frustration. He hated being sick.
“Hey.”
He shook his head slowly because he wasn’t going to lift his head not even for a ‘Hey’ in that kind of voice. Sweet and warm and full of concern.
A shiver ran down his spine when Tin laid his cool hand against his neck. Can groaned in pleasure, but it sounded more like the dying sounds of roadkill. Tin slowly turned him around and his hand wandered from his neck over his checks to his forehead. Can wanted to twist Tin’s hand from his wrist to have it on his forehead forever… It made sense in his mind.
“You’re having a fever,” Tin stated and Can cracked an eye open. Tin hovered over him and looked like it personally offended him that Can got sick in his care.
“I’m gonna call your work.” It was his bossy voice and normally Can reacted allergic to his bossy voice but he just closed his eyes and nodded. He wanted to sleep and to think about a way to remove his hurting lungs without dying.
Tin moved around the bedroom in search of his cellphone and Can heard him talking. He frowned. Something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t lay a finger on it and a feverish sleep overcame him.
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Can blinked at the bowl in his lap.
“You drove to my mum so she could make me soup but you were able to convince her to not tag along to take care of me?” He wasn’t convinced.
Tin fluffed up the blanket and frowned at him.
“She never said to me that she wanted to come with me. She seemed relieved that I was taking care of you.”
“Of course,” Can muttered into his soup. He remembered when Tin had had the car accident and had been in the hospital for a freaking band-aid and his mum had acted as if he had been on the verge of dying. She had nagged about a tetanus shot so long the nurses had been willing to restrain her with a narcotic.
He blew on the hot liquid in his spoon but before he ate it a thought struck him.
Had he heard that right, the phone call from yesterday?
“Ai Tin?”
Tin came back into the bedroom with his arm full of new coverings. He was convinced he could kill the germs through stubbornly changing their bedding every 24 hours.
“Did you say to my colleagues you were my roommate?”
The muffled sound of Tin’s voice came through his struggles to put new bedding on the blankets.
“Yes.”
The hurt he felt wasn’t the one from his throat. This kind of hurt pricked under his skin in his arms, a weird sensation as if it would start to itch soon and it was accompanied by a heavy ache in his chest. He stared into the soup and then set it carefully on his bedside table.
“Ai Tin?”
Tin had conquered the blankets and looked at him.
“You don’t like the soup?”
“Why did you say to my colleagues you’re my roommate?”
Can had moved in after he had graduated from university. It had been a good choice because he spent all of his time in Tin’s apartment anyway and the apartment already belonged to Tin. It was ‘their’ apartment with the touch of Can’s presence all over the place.
Tin climbed onto the bed to sit next to him.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m more than your roommate. You remember that, right?”
Tin rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah, I wouldn’t drive through half of Bangkok to get soup just for anyone, you know?”
Can punched him against the arm, but he was fever-weak so he doubted that Tin even felt it.
“They already know you’re my boyfriend, you know?”
Something softens in Tin’s eyes and Can really wanted to have his strength back to punch him properly.
“Of course! I talk about you. Especially when you do crazy stuff! They know we live together. Now I have to explain to them where the roommate is suddenly coming from.”
“I don’t do crazy stuff.”
Can groaned and turned to get his soup back but stopped half-way.
“Wait. Does that mean everyone in your fancy master class thinks we’re roommates?”
“No.”
Can frowned at Tin.
“I don’t talk to most of them.”
“You really have issues.”
Tin smiled at him in his special way and Can had to smile back.
“Yes. And one of them is spreading germs all over the bed.”
Instead of a punch Can decided to kick him instead.
On the drabble thing, can you write #10 and/or #20 with TinCan.... I really like your work, the fics legit give me life.
#10 “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
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It wasn’t often that Tin picked up his nephew. The Metdhanas had more driver than people in the family to drive around but Tul didn’t seem to be able to deny his son anything so once a month Tin picked N’Phu up from school.
Can didn’t accompany him often. He had his own schedule and even though the little brat grew on him over time it wasn’t high on his list to pick him up from school.
They waited outside the gate while a sour-looking security guard scanned their faces. Can remembered when he had just run out of school with his bunch of friends.
“Is he really that endangered to be kidnapped?”, he asked and frowned. Tin, who stood beside Can with designer sunglasses and clothes that cost more than the school property scoffed.
“Tul has many enemies.”
Yeah, Can thought, like you. Can leaned back against the road sign advising drivers to be slow and crossed his arms before his chest. He should have waited inside the car, he thought sullenly. Some chauffeurs waited with them but mostly nannies waited with them and whatever dramas told one about the look of nannies the truth was different.
First, why did they have to be so young? Were they sisters or caretakers? Second, did the wifes really had to pick out the prettiest? Weren’t they afraid at all about the temptation they posed? Third, how obvious did they want to ogle Tin? They should just get over it and swarm him like a hive of bees.
Some of them had even come steadily closer. Okay… only three came steadily closer, all the other women stared at the entrance to the school.
“P’Tin!” Can heard the exciting voice of Nong Phu. He had eyed the women so intensely he hadn’t heard the rush of children running towards them. Tin had stepped forward to receive a hug from his nephew and Can heard the ladies collectively sigh.
He turned around to receive his usually stinky eye from N’Phu and oh no stuck out tongue today. What an honour!
“Do you see this?” The three women had come closer to hearing distance and cooed of Tin who picked up N’Phu. Can was the one who had to hold his backpack.
“Thank you!”, N’Phu said with a cheeky grin and Can just rolled his eyes at him.
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” one of the chauffeurs behind them said and Can could hear the envy in his voice.
“Oh this is bullshit,” he muttered, shouldered the little backpack and stepped into Tin’s space. He pushed up the ridiculous sunglasses and kissed him soundly.
“We better go before you cause a ruckus!”, he proclaimed, ignored N’Phu’s retching noises and dragged Tin with him to the car.
get ready for a bunch of prompts!!! TinCan “They’re so cute when they’re asleep”?
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“They’re so cute when they’re asleep?”
Tin wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He looked over to his boyfriend but yes, Can really stood in the doorway and looked at his friends like they were little puppies who, finally, after hours of play, had fallen asleep.
“You’re serious?”
Tin couldn’t recall how his apartment had gotten the venue for the football team to have their post-game meeting but he suspected it had something to do with the sudden impairment of his hearing whenever Can decided to change in his bedroom instead of the bathroom. It also hadn’t been a meeting per se - he should probably tell them that - because they had brought take-out and a lot of colourful drinks and had passed out in a heap of too much to drink in front of the TV, on the couch and around the living room table. There was more snuggling going on than Tin would have guessed from a bunch of football players but who was he to judge?
“Is this going to be a permanent arrangement because if it is I want to repeat the conversation we had about it and put my veto in.”
“Shhshshs,” Can shushed him and dragged him away, dimming the light and closing the door gently behind them. Tin was more confused than ever but before he could say something else Can’s arms were slung around his neck and he was pulled into a heck of a kiss. He lost his balance a little bit the moment Can bit him lightly on his upper lip and there was a whomp sound when they fell against the wall.
“Shshshh,” Can made again, a little breathless but with a giggle and Tin grabbed him to kiss him some more.
“You’re really freaking sexy when you try to be nice,” Can murmured against his lips.
“I’m always nice,” Tin answered and silenced Can’s snort with another kiss. They stumbled along the corridor to Tin’s bedroom and Tin didn’t care anymore. Even if his apartment became the headquarter of the damn football club.
“Attention! This is not a drill! This is the worst! Abort mission!”
Can burst into the apartment as if he was hunted by someone for sport. Tin didn’t look up because Can burst into his apartment several times a week since their agreement and mostly it was related to food, his sister or football.
“Hey! Are you listening to me? This is the worst, this is…. wait… are you wearing sweatpants?”
Tin didn’t look down at himself because he knew that he wore his most comfortable sweatpants. He threw Can a look and rolled his eyes.
“… are you even allowed to wear sweatpants?”
“You’re an idiot again.”
“I thought rich people have a different dress code?” Can stared at Tin’s grey pants as if they were a hallucination. “Wait… are those expensive sweatpants? They are, right?”
“Your emergency can’t be that urgent when you have time to be distracted by my pants.”
“You never wear sweatpants… Oh! Yes!” Can threw his backpack and his sport jacket on the floor and jumped next to Tin on the couch.
“We have a big problem.” And like the little child he was, he held his hands apart to indicate how big the problem was. He looked dishevelled Tin noticed. His cheeks were red, there was sweat on his neck and his ridiculous fringes were in disarray. A standard look for Can most of the time but the panic in his eyes was new. Whatever it was Can wouldn’t be reassured with a couple of words and the promise of free food, so Tin put his laptop on the table and said goodbye to his plan to watch a movie. Which, maybe, he should mention, he was sure Can had a weird idea about the rich and them watching movies, too.
Can made a dramatic pause and put one hand on Tin’s shoulder. Tin suppressed the urge to twitch. Can’s hand felt strangely warm.
“My mum knows about us.”
“What do you mean?”
“That she knows about us.”
“What us?”
“Us… us.”
“There is no us.”
Can threw his hands up. “The us as in you and me are in a relationship.”
“We’re not in a relationship.”
“Do you want me to kill you?” Instead, Can took one of the throw pillows and smacked Tin with it. Tin didn’t know he owned throw pillows, but Can had made him order stuff online, which meant he also had carpets now which had been described as ‘fluffy’. Apparently, that was the aesthetic Can tried to implement.
“I meant that we pretend to be boyfriends to annoy your asshole brother!”
“She knows we’re pretending?”
“No. She thinks we’re real.”
Tin frowned. “Why would you tell her we’re in a real relationship?”
“She tricked me!” Can pouted and let himself fall back. The couch jostled noticeably. He brushed a strand of hair out of his face and looked like a disgruntled puppy.
“Was there food involved?” He was hit with the pillow again.
“Why would you say that all the time? I don’t think about food every second of every day.” Tin laughed and used the pillow to lean more comfortably into the couch. “How did she tricked you?”
“She asked for my phone and I forgot that I had our picture from the last charity event as the background.”
Tin remembered that evening. Every detail of it.
“Why would you use a picture of us as a background?”
Can threw him a look he had learned from Tin. “Today you’re the one asking the stupid questions. It’s called being authentic.”
Tin nodded. Can placed great importance on them being authentic. Tin may have been the one who had approached Can and asked him to be his fake-boyfriend for two months but since then Tin wasn’t the one who held the reins. If anything he was the one who should finally ask if playing boyfriends for half a year was really the right thing to do. But then he would miss the things Can deemed important for their authenticity.
Like making out in a secluded corner of a mansion where a charity event was held with the excuse that Tin’s brother could see them. There were a lot of what-ifs, maybe’s and could’s in Can’s plans.
“You could have told her, that we’re just faking it.”
Can rolled his eyes and Tin frowned. “She would have killed me. Or worse, she would have dragged me to your brother so I could apologize for lying to him.”
Tin made a sound and he had no idea what he wanted to say with it. Maybe just that he heard everything Can had said and found it confusing. Can looked at him.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
But what he wanted to say was: “Maybe you didn’t tell your mum the truth because it’s no longer the truth. If it would be the truth we would talk about this being fake more than kissing as often as possible.”
Should you know about your fake-boyfriend that he would lift his chin slightly when he wanted to be kissed? That, when you caress the soft skin behind his ear he would shiver and dig his fingers into your shoulders ready to almost climb you? That he had the habit to just breathe against your mouth for a few moments after you stop kissing him as if he wanted to catch the warmth of your lips?
Tin blinked and noticed that he stared at Can’s mouth. He quickly looked up and everything in him went still when he saw Can’s dilated pupils. Had they been thinking about the same thing? Tin licked his dry lips and swallowed.
“I could,” he started and had to clear his throat. “I could meet your mum and then you could tell her we broke–” He couldn’t finish his sentence. Can had climbed on his lap in one smooth motion and kissed him. It wasn’t a tentative first kiss to test the waters. He held Tin’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply. For a moment Tin’s only response was to hold onto the couch out of surprise.
“You and this damn sweatpants,” Can mumbled and Tin’s brain started to function again. He sat up and laid his arms around Can to hold him closer. He opened his mouth for Can’s explorations and groaned. Kissing Can was always exhilarating. He felt more alive, as if Can’s lips were the trigger to awaken his nerves.
“What about your mum?”, he asked between kisses and put his hands under Can’s t-shirt. He was hot to touch and Tin wanted to feel every inch of him.
“Don’t talk about my mum now.”
“So no fake relationship?” He felt pressure behind Can’s hands on his shoulders and let himself slowly pushed down on the couch.
“Real,” Can said and nipped at Tin’s jawline, “real relationship.”
Tin wanted to say ‘yes’ or ‘alright’ or ‘I agree’ but he had priorities so he got Can’s lip back to where they belonged. Against his own.
Hi, can I request for a prompt you would like to write about TinCan? 💕 Nothing from the list though. 😶
This is kind of a friends-to-lovers fic and obviously is not rooted in canon. I had this scene in my head for quite a while and hope you like it ❤
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Tin didn’t even fully wake up anymore. He heard the noise from the corridor and turned on the side with his back to the door when it opened.
“Tin?”
He put the blanket tighter around himself and tried to ignore the voice.
“Tin? Tin, are you awake?”
“Just go to sleep Can,” Tin murmured because he was tired and if he encouraged Can they would have to talk about octopuses or the art of making bread. Can’s midnight talks were exhausting and strange.
He felt Can shuffling closer.
“Tin?”
Why wasn’t he slipping under his blanket? Tin had never owned two blankets before but Can was a blanket hog. He would roll around until he was wrapped into the blanket like a burrito. Tin had bought a second blanket because it took to much strength to unwrap Can and he just wanted to sleep.
“Tin… Tin they said we’re married.”
First, he thought he had dreamed, then he had to frown. He turned around and laid on his back. He felt Can’s warmth radiating from his body. The guy ran hot.
“Married? Who said we’re married.”
“P’Type said we’re behaving like a married couple.”
Tin scoffed. “That’s stupid. And he’s projecting.”
Can was silent for a while but Tin could hear the gears of his thoughts turning. Great, now he was awake. He opened his eyes and looked over to Can who laid atop the blanket, in a weird fetal position as if he had to hide from the world.
“What happened?” It was unlike Can to not talk about everything that happened the moment he met someone. Tin knew more about his morning routine, his sister and extended family members than he ever wanted to know.
“Your door pin is my birthday,” Can said suddenly and Tin raised his eyebrows. The effect was lost on Can because it was dark in the room and Tin was only able to make out his contour.
“Yes, so you won’t forget it and don’t have to make up a stupid lie to the security as to why you used the wrong code ten times.”
“I like P’Arm though.”
Trust Can to make friends with the building management. Tin closed his eyes. He was almost asleep when the bed wobbled again. Can had came closer. Tin smelled a whiff of alcohol and sighed. A drunk Can was even more chatty than a normal Can.
“Do you think we behave like boyfriends?”
“How do boyfriends behave?”, Tin asked.
“P’Champ said, we spent too much time together, we sleep in one bed, I know more about you than anyone else and you only smile when I’m around.”
“P’Champ is just jealous, you rolled from the couch once so the bed is more secure and I can’t stop my brain from absorbing the stuff you tell me and P’Champ isn’t funny so why would I smile around him?” There was a weird feeling in his stomach area… and his heart started to beat faster. Great, he wasn’t going to fall asleep anytime soon.
“We should kiss,” Can said out of nowhere and Tin had to sit up for that conversation.
“I’m sorry?”
“Ai Good said, we should kiss to find out if we like to kiss each other. He said he his tired of us ‘dancing around’ each other.”
“Good should stop trying to manipulate you into doing stuff he wants you to do.”
“But…”
“We’re not going to kiss Can,” Tin said and had the urge to move to the sofa himself. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!”
“You reek of vodka.”
“Oh…” Tin heard how Can sniffed on his own shirt. “I think P’Champ poured some of it on me. I promise I’m totally sober.”
Tin stared at Can, or to be real, where he thought Can’s face was. Suddenly there was a hand on his jaw. It felt warm and new and even though Can was a hugger Tin didn’t remember them being overly tactile with each other in the years they knew each other. He could have moved away, he could have taken Can’s hand and say ‘No.’, he could have jumped out of the bed. He could have done a lot of things, but he decided to sit still.
Can kissed him.
It wasn’t an exciting kiss. It was a press of lips and it shouldn’t have affected Tin at all. Instead, it rearranged a lot of things in Tin’s head. It made him question everything he thought he and Can were.
Can moved back but Tin grabbed him by the neck and it was dark so he was lucky he didn’t hit Can on the ear. He kissed him and didn’t meet his lips quite right so the kiss landed on the corner of Can’s mouth. Can laughed breathlessly.
“Don’t move,” Tin whispered against his skin because he needed to concentrate on the feel of Can and that deep down he had wanted to kiss him the whole time.
“I knew you would be bossy,” Can whispered back and Tin felt his smile against his lips.
Not 100% a drunk confession but I hope it counts anyway ;) Have fun reading!
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Can had planned to knock against the door but because of some misunderstanding between his brain and his hand he fell against the door instead and produced a loud crash with his shoulder.
“Ouch,” he whined but didn’t straighten up. The cool material felt surprisingly comfortable against his heated face. Maybe he should sleep here? He felt tired after his adrenalin rush. He had no idea where the rush had been coming from but maybe that was the reason he was here…
Why was he here again?
His world turned upside down and he fell down hard.
“Ouch!” He coughed and tried to realize what had happened. A face looked down on him. Oh, right. Someone had opened the door.
“Can?”
Someone who knew him. Can tried to turn around but his knee bumped against the doorframe.
“Ouch!” He turned fully on his belly but had no idea how he should continue from this position. Did he want to stand up? Should he roll around on his back again?
“Can… Are you drunk?”
Oh yes. “Yes!”, Can told the floor, because yes, he was drunk.
“Is your destination Ai Pete’s apartment?”
“Nope. It’s Tin’s.”
There was silence and Can succeded after he kicked around to turn on his back again. A person was squatted down next to him, sadly his head was upside down. He should tell him that, Can thought, that his head was upside down.
“I’m Tin,” the person says and Can frowned. That couldn’t be. Tin’s head had never been upside down. He seemed to have spoken out loud because the person sighed deeply and rubbed their face. He knew that sigh, people made it a lot around him when he said something.
“Why are you here Can?”
“The floor is cold.”
“You’re here because the floor is cold?”
“My butt is cold.”
Can would never remember how he stood on his two feet again. The world spun around him until he held onto the doorframe.
“That’s better,” he mumbled.
“You’re a mess Cantaloupe.”
“How do you know my name?”, Can asked but was shoved inside the apartment. Did he tell Tin his full name? He stumbled forward.
Was he standing in a living room or the entrance hall from their university?
“I’m going to call you a taxi.”
“No!”, Can yelled and spun around in circles. He was finally able to make out where Tin was standing and shucks… he was very blurry.
“Can, seriously, you’re a mess. What do you want?”
“Listen,” Can said and lifted a finger but then he had to stop and breathe in and out otherwise something else than words would come out of his mouth.
“I have to tell you something.”
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Can new how a hangover felt like. As always he woke up with the feeling of something dead on his tongue. Thanks to some awesome genes, he never got a headache but his stomach grumbled unpleasantly and he was thirsty. What had they celebrated last night? He tried to remember but he was only able to retrieve the taste of vodka. He crinkled his nose and stretched. And stretched. His hands didn’t touch his bedhead…
He rose on his ellbows and looked around. This was definitly not his bedroom because his bedroom would fit four times in this… hotel room? Was he at Ai Pete’s place? But Ae and Ai Pete hadn’t been at the party yesterday… or?
“That is some fancy bed,” he murmured and felt like he needed a break to catch his breath until he reached the edge of it. Four people were able to fit in there without touching each other. He shivered a bit the moment his bare feet touched the floor and holy shit he only wore his boxer shorts. He wrapped the blanket around himself for some modesty and didn’t break out in sweat. Wasn’t he in Thailand? Was he being kidnapped? Was he…?
“Ai Tin?” Can stood in the largest freaking living room he ever was in, wrapped up in a blanket and stared at Tin who sat at a table, a laptop in front of him and a cup of coffee next to it. Tin didn’t even look at him.
“You’re awake. Great. Your clothes should be ready any minute now.”
Can shuffled closer. Tin typed very fast and if Can wouldn’t be sure that he was wrong he would think that Tin tried to ignore him. Can wanted to say something but had to take another look because Tin wore sweatpants. Grey sweatpants. What kind of parallel universe was this?
“Tin?”, he whispered. “Why am I in your apartment?”
“Because you knocked on my door in the middle of the night.” If typing had an undertone Tin’s was definitely a bit aggressive. A bad suspicion dawned on him. Surely he hadn’t… his friends would have never let him… he thought back and in every memory, all of them had been wasted beyond control. They would have cheered him on.
He had the desire to hide his face with the blanket but he had to ask some question.
“Why did I wake up in your bed?”
Tin stopped his typing and took a deep breath, with a snap he closed his laptop and Can startled a bit. What horrible thing had he done? Tin had turned to him and looked him in the eyes. The uncomfortable intensive look Can wasn’t able to hold for long.
“You woke up in my bed because you refused to sleep on the couch.”
“I…”
“I’m not done. Before you ask, you’re only in your boxer shorts because you refused to sleep on the couch and threw up all over yourself. For the record, you’re not very helpful when your drunk.”
“But…”
“Still not done, Cantaloupe,” Tin said through clenched teeth and Can wanted to run far away. “You also made me sign a contract because you refused to go to bed without my signature.”
Can frowned. “What contract?” Tin held a paper out to him and Can pinned the blanket under his armpits to have his hands free.
He stared at the words on the paper but couldn’t comprehend what they said. Tin had crossed his arms and didn’t look amused.
“You also confessed to me… a drunk confession, how many did you in your life? It sounded like you had it memorized.”
“I had,” Can murmured. Boyfriend contract stood on the top of the paper. He looked up.
“You signed it,” Can said in wonder. There was Tin’s signature under a text that said he was now and forever Can’s boyfriend and he had to feed and cuddle Can a lot and was not allowed to go back to England ever.
Tin rolled his eyes. “I had to.”
Can waved the paper up and down. “You signed it!”
“It was under pressure it’s not…”
“No take-backs,” Can yelled and smiled. Screw you P’Type, he thought, his plan had been genius.
Tin frowned at him and his face said that he wasn’t sure if Can wasn’t still drunk. Can stepped forward and put the contract on the table with a flourish.
“This is binding,” he said with a grin. “And Ai Good said I wouldn’t do it. Ha! I mean I didn’t want to do it while drunk but I guess I was just more determined and brave while drunk so you know…”
Tin looked from Can to the paper and back again.
“This was a plan?”, he asked. “You had a plan to make me sign a contract to be your boyfriend?”
“It was supposed to be romantic,” Can insisted. “I mean… maybe without the drunk confession.” He had wanted to add something but the world took a turn again and he suddenly was pressed against the table and Tin kissed him.
Can let go of the blanket to wrap his hand around Tin’s neck. “I didn’t brush my teeth,” he mumbled.
“You’re an idiot,” Tin mumbled back but just kissed him again. Then he took his arms and dragged him with him to the bathroom.
