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Mork: I’m near the bathroom

Shit, Pi thinks, Mork is inside?

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Pi says, standing up from his chair a little too fast, causing it to squeal. The rest of the Adorkable and Cutesy Crew directs their attention to him at the noise and Pi freezes with an awkward laugh, shoving a hand through his hair, “I’ll just. I’ll be right back.”

He pushes through the crowd towards the bathrooms, and there Mork is, leaning against the wall, cutting a striking figure in a black button down while looking down at his phone with a furrow between his brow.

With a quick look around them to make sure no one they knew from Uni was around, Pi darts forward quickly and grabs his boyfriend’s wrist, dragging him into the gender neutral restroom, Mork letting out a surprised noise behind him.

Pi locks the door and turned to Mork with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I told you not to come,” Pi frowns. “What if my brother saw you?”

“Your brother wasn’t at the table,” Mork retorts, hands in his pockets. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You and alcohol are—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you don’t need to say it.” Pi looks down at his shoes, mouth twisting. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know, I just—“ Mork lets out a frustrated noise. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“I’m with the entire ‘Adorkable and Cutesy Crew,'” Pi replies with air quotes, “I wouldn’t be alone.”

“Yeah, but would they find an arcade to play DDR with you after you get tipsy?”

“Well,” Pi says, tapping at his mouth with exaggerated purpose. Something zinged through him at the sight of Mork's gaze immediately being drawn to his lips, “P’James is a gamer.”

Mork's eyes snap up, brow raised. “Pi.”


Mork gives him an unimpressed look. “Who’ll give you a piggyback ride?”

“P’Koh is pretty strong,” Pi retorts with a smug smile.

Mork’s expression goes determined, eyes darkening as he takes a step toward Pi. “They’re all drinking, who’s going to drive you home?”

“I’m pretty sure that P’Jeans’s uncle owns a taxi service—oi,” Pi takes a few steps back as Mork moves closer, caging him in against the bathroom door.

“None of them can kiss you goodnight,” Mork whispers, and Pi flushes, turning to look over Mork’s shoulder in an act of self-preservation.

“Ah,” Pi says, his voice not as strong as before. Mork looks good in this shirt—it makes his shoulders look broader. Pi takes a deep breath and it stutters in his lungs as he catches a whiff of Mork’s cologne. “I guess P’Yok does have a girlfriend now so…”

“So?” Mork prompts, and Pi stops craning his neck away from Mork and settles back against the door, chin tipped up to meet Mork’s eyes.

“So I guess I don’t have anyone to kiss me goodnight,” Pi whispers, and Mork smiles.

“We should fix that,” he says, and leans in to press his mouth against Pi’s.

Pi winds his arms over Mork’s shoulder’s, fiddling with the back of his collar. When Mork shifts closer, trying to coax Pi’s mouth open, Pi pushes lightly at his chest, breaking the kiss.

“You still need to go,” he whispers, and if the fear of being discovered wasn’t so loud, Pi would feel wretched about the way that Mork’s face falls.

“Right,” Mork says, stepping back. “Right, I’ll. I’ll go home.”

“If people found out, it would be a mess,” Pi reaches to take Mork’s hands and squeezes.

Mork closes his eyes and nods. “I know.”

“Thank you for the goodnight kiss,” Pi says quietly, half an apology, and Mork opens his eyes to give Pi a tiny smile before his expression shifts into something a bit more purposeful.

“You go first,” Mork says, reaching behind Pi to unlock the door. “I’ll follow out in a few minutes.”

Pi nods, hand on the doorknob, and watches as Mork tries to compose his face into something more neutral. God, Pi thought. Mork was just…

He leans in to drop a quick kiss on Mork’s cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, smiling at the look of surprise on Mork’s face, and then he slips through the door back out to the rest of the club, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his cuffs.

His phone chimes in his pocket and he pulls it out, smiling softly when he sees the message.

Mork: 🤟🏼