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Tin was confused, and probably a little pissed as well. It wasn’t like he was expecting Can to get an A in an English essay. But an F? That definitely was not acceptable. The assignment wasn’t complicated— a five-hundred word essay that did not require any kind of research. The topic was simple and Tin was happy to help. He painstakingly proofread Can’s work which took him longer than necessary because Can, the love of his life who did his best, really needed to work on his English. His efforts were much appreciated, though. Tin made a mental note to take him out to that Japanese restaurant with sushi train he said he always wanted to try for not half-assing his assignment.

Tin was confident it would get a B at least. So what went wrong?

“I changed my answer.” Can answered nonchalantly, dropping his bag on the floor with a thud. He then kicked off his shoes, made a beeline toward a straight-faced Tin on the couch, and then plopped himself down his lap. Tin kept his arms on his sides, using all of his willpower to resist the urge to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. It was torture. But he was annoyed and Can needed to know that.

The smaller man squirmed when he realised he wasn’t getting the attention he so craved for. Tin almost gave in when Can’s shoulder sagged. Of course, Can being Can, he was going to get what he wanted. He watched in amusement as the soccer player shifted in his lap to straddle him. “All better?” he asked, and was answered with a pout.

“Not quite.” Tin knew what he wanted and yet he wasn’t going to give it to him. Not yet. “Tiiin!”

“Whining wouldn’t get you anywhere, Cantaloupe.” A frown marred Can’s features. Why was Tin being so difficult? “Why did you change your answer?”

Can rolled his eyes at him. “Just let it go, Tin.”

“I will once you answer me.” Tin pressed.

“Why do you want to know?” Can flailed his limbs. “It didn’t feel right okay? It was such a textbook answer. I know you worked hard on it as much as I did or maybe more, and I’m sorry.” He sighed. “But I’m not really that sorry.”

Can looked so dejected that he wanted quit being such an asshole and just give the boy a hug. “What did you change it to?”

“Huh?”

“What did you write instead? What answer made the essay feel right?”

The smaller man squeaked and buried his face on his chest. He shook his head feverishly. “Not telling!”

“Okay,” Tin responded calmly. “You don’t have to tell me.” Can slowly lifted his head and looked at him, eyes sparkling. “I’ll just have to find out myself.” Without warning whatsoever, he easily maneuvered Can into sitting on the couch, and stood up to get Can’s bag that was haphazardly thrown on the floor. He pointedly ignored his boyfriend’s screams of no, you asshole, don’t look for it or I will eat your homework , and rummaged his bag, intent on finding that damn essay.

A grin spread across his face as soon as he found a piece of paper with Can’s writing folded in half. He waved it at the boy who immediately panicked at the sight of it and sprinted toward Tin’s room. Tin jumped a bit in surprise when the door slammed close. Deciding he’ll deal with Can later, he carefully unfolded the paper all the while wondering what it was that changed his boyfriend’s mind.

As soon as he read the contents of the controversial essay, he made a dash for his room to shower Can with all the love he deserved. And he’ll get it framed first thing in the morning.

 

 

What Is Happiness?

 

Tin Medthanan.