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The first time it happened, they were in high school and had stayed up late to clean the music room after their band's practice. Pran was arranging the music sheets in the correct order, while Pat put away all the instruments in the storage unit. When he heard Pat cry out from inside, Pran rushed inside to find Pat holding his fingers near his mouth, pouting as he blew on them. The entire site was amusing, but Pran held it in instead opting for giving Pat a look.
The other man just whined louder dramatic, showing his fingers to Pran instead the guitarist rolled his eyes knowing all too well it was just a scratch and Pat was being his usual dramatic self.
"Hubbyyyy, I'm hurt."
That had Pran choking on air as he coughed loudly, patting his chest while throwing an incredulous look at Pat.
"What the- dude!"
But Pat only grinned wider already way too into the role as he continued his performance calling out to Pran in a coquettish voice.
"Prannnnn baby, I'm hurt. Help your wifey lift these instruments."
Pran could not help but glare at Pat telling him to cut it out and stop messing around as Pat finally pouted but got back to work while the guitarist left the room, muttering about whiny brats.
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The next time it happened was years later after they met again, but as the Architect and Engineering class presidents. Pran was taller now but Pat had a wider build, making him much more masculine and hotter, not that Pran would tell Pat that.
That would only end up blowing the other's ego.
The man already had enough as it is.
What had not changed was the rivalry that was expected of them, and unsurprising Pat's over the top dramatics.
The two rival groups had just fought outside the curry place after finding that both of them were going to dine at the same place but the cafe had only one table, so both groups decided to go about it in the old-fashioned way.
Pran was relatively unhurt, meanwhile Pat managed to get punched right on his cheek and was sporting a bruise which was turning a shade of purple, before both of their groups were thrown out for creating a ruckus.
Without anything to do and being thrown out after a fight, everyone just decided to give up and head back home to their dorms to lick their wounds and pride. Well, everyone but Pat it seemed as the man stood beside Pran, looking at him with big puppy eyes before showing off his cheek to Pran.
"Look what your minions did to me!"
"As if you didn't hurt them back, besides, it's your fault. And those are my friends, not my minions." Pran retorted, staring back at Pat.
"Look at the bruise, how can I go home like this now! Husband, baby look what your friend did now you've got to help me."
Pat continued unbothered, continuing his spectacle as he exclaimed how Pran must take responsibility now for his friend's actions going on and on to the extent that Pran finally snapped as he led Pat to the nearest medical store and bought a tube of ointment.
Pat, the cheeky bastard just raised his face facing his cheek for Pran to apply the ointment. With a sigh Pran opened the tube and rubbed the gel before putting light pressure on the bruise just to annoy Pat who yelped at the sudden pain.
"Prannnnn."
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The third time it happened was really Pat trying to help Pran out. He had found Pran at the broken bus stop, trying to draw while staring at the blank white page in front of him.
So Pat did what he did best. Notched up his dramatics. Acting like a wifey with her Architect husband. No matter how Pran would later protest, the architect major actually did like role-playing to get ideas for the place.
Lying on the ground as they stared at each other, Pat smiled at Pran, the soft one he usually reserved for his next-door neighbour, as they lay beside each other. Silence filled the space but the good kind where they felt comfortable just being next to each other.
But because Pat always had to tease his Pran he let out a giggle before chirping out.
"Husbandddd, I need a kiss now for all my efforrtttts." To which Pran only slapped him with his sketch book before muttering away.
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The fourth time Pran did not even realise it or rather, he was too consumed by trying to get Wai to talk to him after their accidental relationship reveal that he did not even register it.
Wai had just ignored Pran again, walking away without a word while Pran stood there staring at his best friend's back hoping for a chance to talk to the man.
It was then someone draped themselves all over him while sniffing his neck as the other mumbled into his neck. Pran tried to push Pat back claiming Pat was stinking from all the practice sweat, but Pat just buried himself deeper into Pran, hugging his waist and pulling him closer.
"Mhhmmm.....so good. Wifeyyy needs his hubby." Pat mumbled again, pawing at Pran's shirt who instinctively batted his boyfriend's wandering hands away.
"Let's go to our room baby," Pat whined, clearly enjoying his boyfriend's scent.
His boyfriend was truly a big clingy dog, Pran mused as he ruffled Pat's sweaty hair while Pat leaned in even further into him clearly wanting to be pet by Pran who only pushed Pat away before heading back to their room clearly knowing Pat would follow him and hiding his smile when his puppy did as expected.
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The fifth time was after their relationship got revealed and they had fled to the small town they had visited last year. The morning after, Pat woke up alone, still drowsy but wanting to find Pran. He headed outside to find Pran sitting and tinkering with his guitar, so Pat stood against the door listening to his boyfriend.
"Hey Pran, my darling, love, husbandddd."
Pat called out clearly in a better mood and tried to burrow into his boyfriend's arms, wanting Pran's scent over him.
"You could've slept more if you wanted Pat," Pran murmured softly, gliding his finger's through Pat's hair, knowing it would calm the other.
"Mmhhhhpp."
They let themselves enjoy the peace, knowing they would have to go back to their life sooner rather than later. Pran knew Pat wanted to be with him for life a sentiment they both shared but he also knew that their parents were deep into their hatred for each other for them to continue being together.
Pran worried what his mother might do to break them up, he also knew Pat could not go against his father too scared to actually go against the man even though Pran knew Pat would for him. So he let himself enjoy the small moment of silence and peace they had.
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(Plus one)
5 years later
It was always Pat who used to sneak into his bedroom ever since childhood, be it because Pran was too scared of his mother or Pat was the reckless one between the two -though Pran had his moments- but Pran never sneaked into Pat's.
So that night, when both of them had come over to their parents' houses for a weekend visit after Pat left his room sneaking out, Pran waited for a while and followed Pat sneaking into the other's bedroom was easy enough after watching Pat return to his home for years.
What he was not expecting was Pat actually locking the window so Pran had no choice but to knock, but knowing the other he was probably listening to music on his headphones and unable to hear Pran's calls. So Pran called the other man and managed to sneak in without attracting unnecessary attention to them.
Once inside, Pran gave a grin to Pat, seeing a shocked expression on the other's face, Pran simply did what he was there too.
The Architect got on his knee, opening a box holding two identical rings as he looked up to the love of his life and the man he wanted to spend his life with smiling softly.
"So what do you say Pat wanna be my wife for real this time?"
What could Pat say it was time for their wife act to be real for the rest of their life so he simply screamed yes, waking up the whole house in the process as Pran yelled a loud shit as he then tried to sneak back out to his house again, not wanting to be caught by his soon to be angry father in law.