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Sarawat is lying in the bedroom with the door closed, half asleep. The exam period is getting closer, and he had stayed up late last night studying with Mann. He can hear Tine puttering around the apartment, but doesn’t really pay attention. He told Tine earlier that he would be taking a nap, and Tine had promised to keep it down.
Sarawat stretches, his full bladder forcing him out of bed. Damn inconvenient. He gets up and uses the toilet, then stands in the bedroom for a moment. Deciding that he’s awake now anyway, he might as well give up on his nap and he goes out of the bedroom.
The first thing he notices is Dim’s recording equipment: the light and tripod are set up in the living room. Curious, he walks over, reaching the door just as Tine starts to talk, addressing the camera.
“Hi Wat! I got a surprise from you that night, but didn’t give you mine… so you get this video from me instead!”
Sarawat leans against the doorframe, smiling as Tine starts to play… and makes a mistake.
“Wrong.” Tine turns at the sound of Sarawat’s voice, and laughs.
“When did you come??”
“Since the second you hit record,” Sarawat tells him, coming into the room and settling himself on the couch beside Tine, grabbing a pillow to hold. “What song are you playing?”
“Last year, you wrote me a song.” Tine tells him, still smiling. “So I was trying to write you a song this year.”
Sarawat leans back, seriously impressed. Tine was writing him a song??
“Do you want to know what it’s called?” Tine asks teasingly.
“Can you even write a song?” Sarawat chuckles.
“I tried for you.” Tine replies and Sarawat grins.
“What’s it called?”
“It’s called… 'Sarawat'!” Tine emphasises and Sarawat’s stomach dances.
“Awww!” They both laugh, and Sarawat gets comfortable. “Let’s hear it.”
Tine smiles softly, then looks down at the guitar and starts to play; long gone are the mistakes of the past… the chords are perfect as he looks up at Sarawat and starts to sing.
For someone I get to meet for the first time
Some words are suddenly clear in my heart
Those words are telling me that you are the right one
I cant even find the reasons
For someone who is not like the person in my dreams
But you know what?
It must be you
Just you
That's all it takes
To stop me right here with you
If I could turn back time
I am sure I’d pick you every time
I knew it right away at the first glance at you
You're the one I’ve been waiting for
You don’t need to be like the person in my dream
Being who you are is already enough
The one who stands right beside me and ready to walk together
If I’m asked who is good enough for me
That person must be you
If I’m asked who is good enough for me
That person must be ……
You
Sarawat is almost breathless as he watches Tine sing, listening to the meaning, the feeling behind the words.
The love.
This might be the most beautiful moment of their entire relationship, and Sarawat can’t wipe the smile off his face. He’s never been more touched, more moved in his entire life. He belongs to Tine, body, mind, and soul, today and forever.
He stands up, licking his lips, and staring at Tine intently. Tine stands as well, resting his guitar on the couch and leaning on it, looking at Sarawat with pride.
“Was it good?”
Sarawat just nods, his pulse fluttering. Tine is looking at him with intensity and Sarawat feels the air start to vibrate around them.
“Keep looking at me like that… and I will kiss you until you drop.”
Tine raises his eyebrows and keeps staring, and Sarawat chuckles, his heart beating even faster. He bites his lip and steps forward, taking hold of Tine’s shoulder, leaning in, and pressing their lips together.
Tine lets the guitar fall softly to the couch as he reaches up to wrap his arms around Sarawat in return, their lips moving together in perfect symmetry.
Sarawat pulls away, keeping his face close to Tine’s and smiles at him. Tine is a little breathless, but forces his face into composure again and Sarawat squints at him.
“Are you challenging me?” Tine hasn’t dropped yet, and he knows it; Tine’s lips quirk into a smile as he keeps his eyes fixed on Sarawat’s, burning the space between them.
“Keep looking at me like THAT… and I will kiss you until you moan.”
Tine quirks his head at Sarawat, keeping his eyes firmly locked on his, and Sarawat bites his lip again, then gives Tine a shove, sending him onto his back on the couch.
That counts as a drop!
Sarawat crawls over top of him, looking down as Tine gazes up, breathing heavily.
Beautifully.
Sarawat bends down and kisses him again, a deep, meaningful kiss, putting everything he has into it, expressing his love, his passion, his entire being through this moment. Tine’s hand is on Sarawat’s arm, holding him tight, as he reciprocates, telling Sarawat without words how much he loves him.
How much they love each other.
Framed on the wall, just a metre away from the couch they are on now, are three sticky notes. Anyone who doesn’t know Tine and Sarawat may find this to be an odd choice of decoration. The notes are on different colour paper, with different levels of messiness, from three separate days: the most important three days of their relationship.
“He is taken.” the first one reads, underneath a scratched out message addressed to Tine, and which Sarawat had later signed his name to; the day he agreed to be Tine’s fake boyfriend.
“Sarawat already has a boyfriend. His name is Tine” says the second one, this time under a crossed out message to Sarawat from a fan; the day Tine agreed to stop pretending, to be Sarawat’s boyfriend for real.
“Let’s grow old together” reads the third and final one, added to the collection, the memory still fresh in their minds; the day Tine agreed to never leave. “Fine, I’ll grow old with you”, Tine had scrawled along the bottom, the day they had put the frame together, making Sarawat laugh and press a firm kiss to Tine’s cheek.
Because this is it. For Tine, for Sarawat, this is it.
Together… forever.