Nothing had come back and Chris was worried he had overstepped. He waited for SnapChat to notify him of a message or picture. There was nothing. He almost typed something back, but it would have been too desperate. Pacing his room, he heard his phone chime. There was a picture of his door with his room number on it.
Opening his door, there was Phichit, in pajama pants, a tshirt and his slippers. Lifting up to his toes, he kissed Chris quickly and he could feel the smile against his lips.
“All you have to do is ask,” Phichit said before he took off in a jog down the hallway.
Chris stood there, stunned. Smiling, he shook his head and sent Phichit a message.
Liked it by Phayte. 3966 words (complete), rated T.
Not Victuuri for once but Phichimetti instead! An incredibly sweet fic which turns kinda bittersweet but oh so hopeful in the end. Chris POV is also always appreciated and very well executed in this fic <3