- Sometimes when Pang can tell that Wave is having a bad day, he makes Wave a simple bowl of congee, sets up whatever show they’re currently bingeing together and waits for Wave to get back to the dorm. The relief on Wave’s face is palpable.
- Pang has a favorite pair of pajama pants that he likes to wear around the dorm but he wears them so often that they’ve got holes all over but he wears them anyway. Wave surprises Pang with a new pair and even gets a matching set for himself.
- Wave and Pang like to take walks together to find new spots to call their ‘own’. They wander, hand in hand, around their destination until they find somewhere secluded to just sit with one another in silent solitude.
- One of the times that Wave finds Pang the most adorable is when he’s waking up in the morning. Wave will put his glasses on and gently blow on Pang’s face. Pang scrunches his nose up as he wakes up and always looks super disoriented when he first opens his eyes. Once he sees Wave though, there’s a certain sparkle that he gets in his eyes when he sees Wave in the morning that makes Wave’s heart race.
- Neck nuzzles. Enough said.
- While Wave is not a huge cuddler, Pang is his exception. If they’re in the same space as one another, it’s as if Wave is pulled by gravity toward his boyfriend. He can’t help it.
- Rooftop movies get an upgrade when they head off to university together. They find a rooftop in their dorm and set up a weather resistant blow up mattress so they can watch movies and then cuddle under the stars.
- Pang has a habit of hogging the blankets so Wave is “forced” to cuddle him every night for warmth.
- Wave loves resting his head on Pang’s shoulder. He loves the way that Pang always smells slightly of cranberry shampoo.
- Sharing blankets and sharing earphones.
- While Pang is not a big reader, Wave loves to read to him out loud before they go to bed, a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other.
- If it rains, Pang and Wave’s favorite thing to do is to find a corner of the library for Pang to listen to music while Wave works on the computer.
(Written for #thegiftedweek Day 5: ‘Cozy’. The way I miss these boys...)
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Or, 4 times Pang and Wave imagine beginning anew and 1 time they actually do.
(#thegiftedweek, day one: new beginnings)
1.
"Do you ever think about running away?" Pang asks, his jaw clenched, staring determinedly at his bulletin board as though he'd posed the stupidest question that Wave has ever heard to the board and not Wave.
It has only been three days since they decided to work together. Three long days, in Wave's opinion, who feels quite rattled at the influx of all that is Pang. He has been drenched in confusing feelings, too mingled up to pick apart the intricacies of it every time that he’s around him. Wave would love putting it in a tiny chest and hiding it under the loneliest corner of his mind, avoiding it all, but there this inexplicable pull of Pang -- with his easy smiles and sharp mind -- that he just can’t deny.
Wave peels his eyes away from Pang, who stands honey-hued in the room reflecting the sunlight that pours in from his window, and turns his gaze towards the board.
"No," Wave replies, honestly.
Pang startles at the answer, his arms that were sternly crossed against his chest falling at his side.
"Really?"
"Really," Wave confirms, looking at Pang again. "This is my reality. I have got to accept it because there's no way out of it but this."
Pang looks all out of sorts at that. "Why?" Wave asks, "Are you thinking about running away and starting anew?"
Worrying his lip between his teeth, Pang clenches his fists again. "They're just fantasies, you know? Of running away, beginning again. It helps deal with the reality easier," Pang says in a small voice that Wave decidedly does not like. "I'm not actually going to do that, not when we have just started; certainly not when we have so much left."
"Well," Wave starts, deciding to do something he'd only ever thought of as a mythical concept -- compromising, "As long as they're just fantasies." He internally cringes at how sharp his voice sounds, when he actually means: please don't run away. I would not know what to do if you did.
"It's just," Pang huffs, rubbing the flat of his palm on his face. "It doesn't hurt to imagine, you know? Running away from Rithda. A life where the director does not exist; a life where we can live in this bubble of ignorance about everything that's wrong with the education system as a whole."
Wave looks at him, at a complete loss for what to say.
“You should imagine how you’d like to live your life away from this all,” Pang says. “It helps, I promise. Then you have an idea about the future that you’re fighting for. That we are fighting for. And we can get to building it right away, once this all ends. Or just away from it all, if it doesn't.”
Wave chooses to ignore the multiple ‘we-s’ that scatter throughout all of what Pang said. "Yeah, right. As if you wouldn't do the same anywhere else. Running away from this responsibility of making things equitable for all is equivalent to running away from everything that makes you, you. A place would hold no power over it."
Pang's eyes crinkle around the edges, his dimple deepening, as he lets out a laugh full of mirth. "Oh?” he asks, his tone teasing, “You know me that well, huh, Wave?”
Wave hurriedly averts his eyes from Pang. “Shut up,” he grits out.
“I thought you hated me,” Pang says, taking a step towards Wave. “I thought that you couldn’t stand to be around me.”
“I can’t, you asshole,” Wave says, stepping away, ignoring the deeply contradictory feelings that run through him. “You’re the worst.”
“You wouldn’t have agreed to work with me if that were true,” Pang hums, coming to stand beside him, their shoulder brushing against each other.
Wave stares at the withering corner of the bulletin board, prepared to not look at Pang until he moves away. “I just hate the system more than you,” he says. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
“Your friend, huh?” Pang asks, bumping their shoulders together. “You think of me as your friend?”
Wave sighs, turning his head to steal a glance from Pang only to realise that he is already being looked at. Wave holds his gaze, not dropping it despite how much he wants to, scared of the emotion that might just burn him from inside.
“I think of you as an annoyance,” Wave answers and does not move away. “An annoyance who wants to bring down the system and yet thinks about escaping from it all.”
“I am a complex person,” Pang states, turning his eyes away from Wave. “I could want it all, you don’t know.”
Wave does not say: I would come and live with you in the bubble of ignorance if you ever decide to. Or: I could help us escape without a digital footprint in a second. Instead, he says, “Let’s get back to this so you can stop building castles in your fantasies away from all this.”
“Not castles, Wave,” Pang says with a small smile on his face. “A small apartment for us would suffice, no?”
2.
Pang meets Wave’s eyes from across the canteen, his eyes neither blinking in recognition nor in any sort of liveliness as it usually does. Just blank. Always blank, these days.
It is not that Wave expects Khun Pom’s potential to suddenly weaken in a way that makes Pang remember everything, but he still hopes. He hopes and he wishes in a fervour, losing his mind over the empty eyes that Pang looks at him with.
“We will get to him,” Namtarn softly says, nudging their elbows together.
“It is taking him too long,” Wave replies with undisguised impatience, stabbing into his food.
“Don’t take it out on your food,” she says firmly. “We are going to find a way.”
“What if we don’t?” Wave asks, surprising himself with the words that fall from him. “What if he never remembers? What if he just never remembers us?” Never remembers me?
“Wave,” Namtarn says, holding his elbow. “He is going to remember everything and everyone that he has forgotten. We are going to make sure of that, remember?”
“But what if--”
“We will figure it out,” Namtarn says, gently. “Whatever happens, we will.”
Wave gets less optimistic by the minute. Pang’s memories don’t ever leave him. It consumes him whole; it takes up the very little space he has left to give and takes up some more.
Wave wonders what Pang would say if he were beside him in almost every situation that Wave finds himself in, his laughter filtering through his mind whenever something remotely funny happens, his warmth holding him tight when he thinks that he might just fall apart at all the blank looks he receives.
Right now, Pang’s own voice reverberates somewhere behind his ribs, saying, "Do you ever think about running away?"
Yes, Wave wants to say now. He should've always said yes; should've convinced himself and Pang to run away from it all if it meant having Pang safe. We should have run away when we had the chance all those weeks ago. We should’ve run away all those days in between.
That thought begins unravelling a lot more than he’d ever signed up for. In the comfort of his room (that looks too empty without Pang’s overwhelming presence), he turns to his paper and pen.
Pang, he writes, in my imagination, we are living in a small house by the beach. The weather is somehow always pleasant -- not too sticky, not too cold -- just perfect, all for us. We can watch the tidal waves from the long windows that house, I’ve decided. There is no Rithda, no vicious Directors trying to take all of what you fought for from you, all of what you remembered from you, and… and all of what I love from me. I like you a little too much, you know? There is just you and me, our house by the beach beside our friends’ houses, and the world promising a better present laid out for us. Come back to us -- to me -- please.”
Wave stops short at the monstrosity that he has written on the paper in front of him and crumples it in a ball, ready to throw it in the trash. Fantasies of a future that wasn’t for him were dangerous waters he really did not want to sink under. Nothing good ever came out of it.
3.
“It is not your fault,” Pang softly says, sitting beside him.
"How is it not my fault?" Wave asks his voice tethering on something that might resemble a cry if he thinks too hard. "I asked her to go there! I asked her to go. Me. This would not have happened had I not."
"You could not have known," Pang says, sounding more rational than he ever has the right to. "If it's anyone's fault, it is mine."
"How?" Wave asks, edging on incredulity. "How is this your fault?"
"The anti-gifted was formed because of me, don't you remember?"
"The anti-gifted was formed because of their ideologies," Wave corrects. "This is not on you."
"Exactly why it's not on you either," Pang replies with a shrug. "It's entirely on the anti-gifted."
Wave sinks into the uncomfortable chair of the infirmary, unable to look directly at Pang. "I asked her to go, Pang," he says in a voice he doesn't remember as his own.
"I am the cause of anti-gifted," Pang replies easily, sounding as though he truly believes it.
"We've been over this."
"Exactly," says Pang. "If I am supposed to stop blaming myself for this and believe in it the way you and everyone has been insisting, then you're not either. Those are the rules."
"Your rules are as stupid as you," Wave counters. Blaming yourself for being the cause of a group that is determined to pull the system down with unnecessary violence is not the same as directing your friend to go to an auditorium while there's a live bomb in it. Wave does not understand how Pang can't comprehend the difference.
"Do you guys think that everything in this universe happens because of you both, huh?" Mon asks frustrated. Startled, Wave looks at her looming figure above them both, a sharp contrast to her red-rimmed eyes and how pale she looks. "You can be the most considerate people out there and follow all your plans well and yet there are things that you can't control! Like this! We could not have controlled this."
"We could've --" Pang and Wave both start, before Mon interrupts again.
"Seriously, guys. Just because you're the leader, Pang, does not mean that we've to agree to everything that you say. If you're blaming yourself for the 'anti-gifted', then you might as well blame all of us because we did agree to it. It was a mutual decision."
"Exactly," Wave says in half-hearted triumph.
"And Wave, you did what any one of us would've done. Namtarn was the closest to the auditorium," Mon says, choking on her name. "Besides," she adds, resembling someone trying their hardest to keep it together, "it's not going to be that bad. We're going to keep in touch with her. It's not going to be bad at all!"
"Whatever," Wave says, standing up, knowing full well that Mon is 100% right. "Whatever," he repeats, leaving the infirmary altogether.
It is when he reaches in his room that his phone screen lights up with a message. Wave ignores it, feeling scrubbed too raw with the long day that they've all had.
Pang (21:33)
do u ever think about running away?
Pang (21:37)
we could run away from this all. i could make them never want to look for us. u could erase our digital footprint. only mom and our friends would know who we are and where we are. we could change our names and delete everything.
Pang (21:49)
we could begin again.
Pang (21:56)
one word from u and the plan is on. we leave tomorrow.
Wave (23:06)
As if you could order someone to do something without feeling guilty. (As if you could leave this school before doing something about it.)
Pang (23:07)
i culd if it meant us having a chance to begin again. (it doesnt hurt to imagine, wave.)
Wave (23:07)
What would our new names be, then?
Pang (23:08)
haven't thought that far. all I know is that we'd b together
Wave (23:09)
Where would we go?
Pang (23:11)
anywhere u want. we could leave the country and move into the countryside. we could stay in the country and live by the beach. we could go on the moon, if you'd like. anywhere with u.
Wave (23:16)
Anywhere with me?
Pang (23:16)
anywhere w you. it's all I'd need, really.
Wave (23:22)
Yeah. That's all I'd need as well.
Wave (23:23)
we're going to have to destroy the director first, though.
Pang (23:24)
duh -_-
4.
Ohm slams the door shut, leaving a tightly wound silence in the air, leaving Pang, of all people, heavy with defeat.
"When you're done being emotional about all this, call me," Wave says, causing Pang to look away from the door, at him. "I'll be waiting."
A slow smile creeps on Pang's face. "You're really with me?"
"Idiot," Wave answers. "How dare you question that?"
"How can I not?" Pang mumbles. "Don't answer that. And I will call you. I promise. Unless…"
Wave crosses his arms across his chest, sinking deeper into the chair, urging him to go on. "Unless, you want to have dinner together. Right now," Pang continues, looking away. "Only if you want to," he hurriedly adds, "it's okay even if you can't. I mean, I'm sure--"
"Pang."
Pang meets his gaze.
"I have instant noodles in the pantry. We can make them and go to the rooftop."
Pang's face loses all of its uncertainty in an instant. "Yeah, okay."
They make the instant noodles in silence and Wave has this urge to fill it. It had been way too long since they'd seen each other and although there's familiarity in Pang's presence, he doesn't know what's allowed anymore. Their hands brush against each other when they try grabbing the Tupperware at the same time and jump away from each other as though scorned.
"Sorry," Pang awkwardly chuckles. "I just. Uh. Yeah."
"It's okay," Wave replies, moving towards him. "Just carry the Tupperware and I'll carry the drinks and the mats, okay?"
The rooftop has always held a sense of permanence that Wave has never before attached to a place. It would only make sense then, for Wave to make it accessible for him even at night. Wave taps on a switch effectively turning on the LED light strips attached to every nook and cranny of the walls. Wave watches Pang -- completely transfixed with the way the rooftop is now enveloped with a soft-golden glow.
"You really did all this?" Pang asks in wonderment.
"Obviously," Wave answers, "How did you think we'd be able to see our food, Pang?"
Pang sheepishly holds out his phone. "The torch, I'd assumed."
"Idiot," Wave mutters.
Pang moves to bump their shoulders together. "You love me anyway."
Wave does not acquiesce that with a reply, focusing entirely on setting the boxes as a makeshift table and placing their Tupperwares on it. "Eat," he says, shoving the chopsticks in Pang's hands and opening both their Tupperwares.
"Give me your phone," Pang replies.
"Why?" Wave asks, handing him the phone. He watches Pang tinker with his phone before soft, lulling music fills the atmosphere.
"What's this for?" Wave asks, focusing entirely on his food and not on how this looks like -- a dinner with someone he likes akin to a candle light dinner with sombre music playing in the background.
Pang looks at him with a tiny, indignant smile. "I'm here, at my favourite place with my favourite person, after days, Wave. Let me have this."
Wave huffs, adjusting his jacket draped over his shoulders. "Alright, weirdo."
Pang shakes his head, finally turning towards his Tupperware. The music fills in the gaps in their conversation and it's so pleasant, that Wave could almost forget about the impending doom that lies beyond them.
They shift to lie side-by-side on their mat, a while after dinner. Their elbows brush against each other as they stare at the stars above them.
"Do you ever think about running away?" Wave whispers, the wind around then picking up pace.
"All the time," Pang says. "But I can't, now. We can't. We're too close to changing it all, Wave."
"I know," Wave replies. "But it doesn't hurt to imagine now, does it?"
Wave feels the pressure of Pang's gaze on him and determinedly does not look back. "It doesn't," Pang replies, shuffling to his side, his head resting on the fold of his elbow.
"So," Wave says, "imagine this with me."
"A home on the outskirts of the city," Pang replies.
"Like an apartment?" Wave asks, turning to his side as well.
"No," says Pang. "A house. A home. We go to the university nearby. The Director feels like a faraway nightmare we barely remember."
"How are we affording an entire house on a student budget?"
"Shhh. This is just a fantasy, Wave," Pang says, moving to ruffle his hair. Wave swats at his hand before reaching over to pull his hair, reveling in the delighted shriek he lets out.
"Evil. Wave is so evil."
"Shut up. Tell me more about this. Are we still Pang and Wave?"
"We are going to win," Pang says, a shift in his tone apparent. "You know that, right?"
Wave sighs, turning to lie on his back again. "We're going to give our best."
"And we're going to win," Pang says.
"Another one of your fantasies?" Wave asks.
"No," Pang replies softly. "In my imagination, we're away from this all, Wave. We're safe and happy and… ah, nevermind. We probably volunteer in an animal shelter on Saturdays. Have movie nights every Sundays. Have one of those chore lists stuck on our fridge."
"I scold you for leaving the kitchen cabinets open all the time and leaving your socks everywhere."
"And I scold you for taking all my things and putting them away."
"You probably just made a mess of our living room, Pang."
"It has to look lived in," Pang insists.
"Lived in, not like a garbage dump."
"Garbage dump my ass," Pang says, chuckling. "Then, I bring you the strawberry ice-cream that you pretend to hate as an apology."
"And I let you choose the movie," Wave replies, his heart suddenly full of the possibilities of how it would be like to live together, attend a university together, have a future mapped out around each other.
"There we go," Pang says, threading his fingers through Wave's hair. "What a perfect world to live in."
Wave looks at Pang, the love of his entire life, and sighs wistfully. "Perfect, indeed."
+1.
"I would've never pegged you as the last minute packing kind of person," Pang remarks, zipping open Wave's bag that lies haphazardly on the floor.
"I was busy, okay?" Wave sniffs at Pang slowly shaking his head in his direction.
They had all been busy, after all. The high of their victory didn't fade away with the conclusion of their exams, strengthening with every moment that convulates since that day. It was Punn's idea in the end, to take his dad's private jet to Phuket and to spend a month there at his beach house, until they've to come back and face the reality of university admissions.
"We were all busy," Pang says, shoving his clothes in that bag. "And yet, Ohm managed to pack, and you didn't."
"If you want to complain so much, then don't help me," Wave mutters, not even bothering to fold his clothes properly. They were to leave in three hours and half of Wave's room was still nearly arranged in place.
"Kidding, kidding," Pang concedes, laughing. Wave tries not to dwell on how carefree Pang's laughter seems now and fails, miserably.
Out of all the people in the world who deserved to be happy, Pang was the most deserving, after all. Wave would do everything in his power to keep him smiling just the way he does.
"I'll clear the bookshelf for you as well?" Pang asks, dusting his pants off.
"Obviously," Wave answers, turning away, knowing that he'd only end up getting more distracted than ever if he kept looking at Pang. "Just shove them in that bag," Wave points and gets back to his clothes.
"Yes, sir," Pang replies, doing just that.
It's silent for a few minutes before a thud, a yelp, and a sharp intake of breath.
"Are you okay?" Wave asks, after a minute of silence, still not turning towards Pang.
"Yeah," comes Pang's high-pitched reply, before he clears his throat. "Just fine, but, uh… you want to live by the sea?"
Wave's heart touches his feet.
"You imagine us… living together?"
Wave is frozen on the spot, the embarrassment turning his insides into hot ash. He should have thrown that letter away all those years ago; should've thrown it and burnt it until all that remained of it were the permanent ink stains crushing his heart. Except...he couldn't. Like all things related to Pang, he couldn't just throw this away. Hiding it in a book he rarely touched was, in retrospect a bad idea, was something that he could have avoided.
He hears some shuffling until Wave's chin is lifted by Pang, his eyes full of something akin to unabashed hope.
"Let it go, Pang," Wave says, trying to snatch the crumpled paper from his hands. "It was from two years ago."
All the mirth from Pang's face vanishes in an instant. "Oh. Oh, okay," he whispers, something broken -- Wave, a little too frantic to notice that.
What can Wave even say to explain himself? That he started building a future only after meeting Pang? That Pang, without fail, painted the walls of his imagination with his presence? That Pang was in every single one of the new beginnings he thought of?
"I'm sorry," Wave whispers. "You don't have to…you don't have to think about this. Or reply to this. Or anything. I value you above all and I don't care if this doesn't…mean a thing to you."
Pang continues tightly clutching onto the note. "This is addressed to me," Pang says. "Can I keep it then?"
Wave meets Pang's eyes. "It was when you couldn't remember us," Wave explains.
"I got that," Pang replies, his eyes lighting up again.
"It was when you couldn't...remember me."
"I got that too," Pang replies easily.
How much more obvious does he have to be before Pang finally gets that?
"I like you," Wave grits out. "That is what you don't get."
Pang takes a step towards him, Wave following suit. "I always felt a part of me missing, when I couldn't remember you," Pang says. "I think, subconsciously, my eyes always looked for yours."
Wave is rarely ever rendered speechless. This just prompts Pang further. He takes a step forward and weaves their fingers together. "I think my eyes will always look for yours -- in crowds and empty spaces. You're the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning. I want to tell you everything and anything that crosses my mind. Do you get it?"
"What?" Wave whispers, trying to wrap his head around the reality of it all.
Pang leans forward to press their foreheads together, bringing their interwoven hand to his chest. "I like you too," Pang says. "I like you so much, Wave. I don't see a future for myself without you in it. In my imagination, we were always away from all this, but we were also always together."
All breath seems to have been stolen out of Wave's lungs. "You...like me?" Wave asks.
"I like you," Pang affirms, dropping his hand and wrapping it around his waist.
Wave leans into him, resting his head in the crook of Pang's neck, tightening his hands around him. "You like me," Wave repeats. "I like you too. I like you so much."
Pang moves his head to kiss Wave's temple.
"Do you ever think about beginning anew?" Wave asks.
Wave feels Pang nod. "A small house, 10 minutes from the university that we have enrolled in."
("Well, it's 15 by foot," will say Wave, three months from now. "But I think it's good enough.")
"We live there for a year or two before moving to a bigger one."
("We were supposed to live here for a year, at least," Pang will say, a year from now.
"But that one is bigger," Wave will insist. "And better. You can't deny that. The faucet doesn't drip all night long despite multiple repairs there."
"Alright," Pang will concede, kissing the top of Wave's head. "I agree.")
"We'll figure things out," Pang says, "one day at a time."
#thegiftedweek day 3 - PangWave Coffeeshop au: a coherent list of events and headcanons.
☕️Pang’s family owns a coffee shop that has been around since forever.
☕️Pang works as a barista in the shop. He doesn’t enjoy it much, but he doesn’t have any passions or interests that lead to stable careers, so he keeps his job as a barista.
☕️ Everything is boring until an unfamiliar customer named Wave shows up at closing time and asks for an iced americano with 3 shots of espresso.
☕️ Wave is new to town and drowning in student debt, he just recently graduated from university.
☕️ It’s like 11 pm and Wave is just chugging down his highly caffeinated americano. He’s the only customer there and Pang’s just stares at Wave as if he were an elephant wearing roller skates.
☕️ Wave ends up venting to Pang about being broke and not being able to find a job.
☕️ you know what that means.
☕️Pang offers Wave a job at his coffee shop and Wave accepts.
☕️ Wave is well organised and constantly lectures Pang about keeping ingredients orderly and making sure the cash register is organised.
☕️ Wave and Pang have lunch breaks together at the rooftop of the coffee shop.
☕️Pang starts to enjoy working at the coffee shop.
☕️They often visit the froyo place a few blocks away from their coffee shop.
☕️They look at the other customers and make up backstories for them. Pang always makes outrageous stories while Wave makes educated assumptions based on his observations of the customer.
☕️Pang likes to stick post-its on Wave while they work when he isn’t looking. It always takes ages for Wave to notice, but when he does, Pang gets a wack on the head :).
☕️When Pang visits Wave’s apartment for the first time he’s surprised that it’s a mess. Wave is still struggling financially so Pang offers to get him a raise. Wave declines, so Pang offers to let him move into his condo instead.
☕️Once Pang assured Wave that it wouldn’t be a bother, he moved in. But sadly, there was more than one bed.
☕️They develop mutual feelings gradually, but Pang is in denial while Wave wouldn’t dare to confess in fear of ruining their friendship, or even being kicked out.
☕️The coffee shop had it’s fair share of regulars, but there was a couple that Pang always remembered: Punn and Claire. They would always come over for coffee dates and Punn always arranged suprises on their anniversaries.
☕️When Wave was hired, Punn and Claire told him embarrassing things about Pang when he first started working at the shop. They got along pretty well.
☕️Claire would also come to the coffee shop with her colleagues, Namtaan and Ohm. Namtaan was observant, so was Claire, but Ohm? Not so much.
☕️Claire and Namtaan has supsected that Wave and Pang liked each other, but never said anything about it. Until Pang one day told Claire about his feelings.
☕️ “He probably doesn’t like me back, though.” Pang says to Claire.
☕️and Claire’s just like you fool. you absolute idiot. you pea-brained neanderthal. She tells Pang to confess to Wave. And he does, because Claire can be scary sometimes.
☕️He sticks a post-it on Wave’s back that says “I like you” and waits in agony.
☕️ Wave notices it while the two of them are restocking ingredients in the back. He’s ready to give Pang a wack in the head until he reads what it says.
☕️“You like me? Like, you like like me?”
☕️Rooftop coffee dates
☕️Ohm is shooketh when he finds out
☕️Remember when I said there was two beds? Not anymore.
