[Catching Kim on the walk of shame back to his apartment after his drunken one night stand with Chay]
Tankhun catches on immediately to Kim’s weird vibes.
“Did he force you?”
“What? No.” Kim doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Chay could never force him into anything, let alone sex. Kims only regret about last night—the best night of his life—is that he barely remembers it. His one chance with the boy he loves, and all he has are vague flashes and impressions, promising a night very much worth remembering. “I’m fine, Khun. Just… just tired.”
“Hmph. Be careful, little Kim, I sense you’re playing with fire.”
“It isn’t going to happen again.”
Khun doesn’t look convinced. But he doesn’t push the matter, throwing his scarf over his shoulder with a haughty sigh and stalking away, his entourage in tow.
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[Khun confronts Chay over the incident.]
“Be careful with him, he’s very sensitive, you know.”
“Who is?” Chay asks, bewildered at the sudden subject change.
“You know who. He feels things very deeply, as much as he pretends he’s as soulless as the rest of us.” Tankhun points a strict finger at Chay. “Don’t hurt him. I adore you both. Don’t make me choose between my darlings, yes?”
Chay nods dumbly. He doesn’t think it would be much of a choice, but he doesn’t say as much.
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Light Switch
Inspired by the song "Light Switch" by Charlie Puth
Zoro and Sanji have had a… “thing” going on for several months now. Zoro’s not sure what to call what they have going on.
Every time Zoro tries to have the “what are we?” conversation, Sanji gives evasive answers or changes the subject. “Why do we have to put a label on it, marimo? Can’t we just enjoy it?”
Zoro doesn’t know what to call their relationship, but he does know how he feels about Sanji.
He’s in love.
And he has no idea what to do about it.
He doesn’t want to push too hard and risk losing Sanji entirely, but it’s also getting harder and harder to pretend that he doesn’t want something more.
It’s morning, and Zoro is looking at himself in Sanji’s bathroom mirror, trying to figure out why he’s ended up here again. He had told himself he was done, but when Sanji texted him late at night asking him to come over, he couldn’t help himself. It’s like the second he gets a text or call or a whispered suggestion from Sanji, a switch is flipped within him and he forgets all about the inevitable let down. He’s an addict and Sanji is far too enticing to say no to.
He’s turned on the tap and is letting the water fill and spill out of his cupped hands. As he bends forward to splash some of it on his face, he feels hands slide around him and Sanji’s warm body pressed against his back.
“Hey,” Sanji greets him as he hooks his chin over Zoro’s shoulder, turning his head briefly to kiss his cheek.
When Zoro looks up and sees the image in the mirror, it’s like time stands still.
Sanji, sleep-tousseled and content, arms wound around him, smiling eyes meeting Zoro’s gaze in the mirror.
I can’t do this anymore.
“We need to talk.”
Because Zoro’s looking right at him in the mirror when he says it, Sanji can’t hide the look of fear that passes over him before he composes his face into calm detachment. He steps back from Zoro, folding his arms across his chest.
“Okay,” he says coolly, “let’s talk then.”
Zoro can feel the walls going up around Sanji, pulling away not just physically but emotionally. It breaks his heart.
He convinces Sanji that maybe they shouldn’t have this conversation in the bathroom, so Sanji silently leads them to the living room. He sits cross-legged on one end of the couch, hugging a large throw pillow to his chest. Zoro sits on the other end, giving Sanji his space. He’s about to speak when Sanji says, “I know where this is going, Zoro. Nobody says ‘we need to talk’ for good reasons.”
Zoro’s chest hurts as he fumbles for the right words. His eyes are glued to the floor, unable to meet Sanji’s. He’s trying his best to steel his resolve.
“Zoro… Please, do it quick.”
Zoro looks up to find that Sanji’s eyes are brimming with tears. He keeps wiping them away with the cuff of his sweatshirt before they can truly fall, trying to pretend it’s not happening. Like he’s actively trying to will himself to stop crying, but he can’t help it.
Zoro doesn’t get it. Why is he acting like this? It seems sincere, but where is it coming from?
“Go on, marimo,” Sanji prods him.
“Sanji, I can’t keep doing this,” Zoro begins unsteadily.
Once he says this next part, he can’t take it back. He takes a deep breath.
“I’m in love with you, and I can’t keep pretending like I’m not.”
Sanji freezes, completely unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes are wide and the tears he was holding back fall freely now, unimpeded.
“What?” he manages to croak out.
“I know you don’t want a relationship, so I think it’s just better if we stop now.”
Silence.
And then, Sanji starts laughing. Or sobbing. It’s both really. He can’t seem to make up his mind about which he wants to do more.
Zoro is more confused than ever.
Sanji is a laughing-sobbing mess as he clambers over to Zoro’s end of the couch to take his hands. He speaks, but cannot form full sentences. “I— I tried t— you — oh my god, I was so— how— Zoro—“
“Sanji, hey, breathe! What’s going on?” Zoro asks, squeezing Sanji’s fingers tightly to get him to focus.
“I— Zoro, I— god, I tried so hard not to. I didn’t want to ruin it. I tried, but I couldn’t— couldn’t—“
“Couldn’t what?”
“Couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”
And just like that, Zoro’s whole world is upended.
“But you… you said you didn’t want…”
“I was wrong. I was so goddamn wrong. I was so scared of fucking it all up. And then I thought you were going to break this off because you found someone else or you were bored of me. The thought of you leaving scared me so much more than all those other fears and doubts combined. And, god, I’m so… you’re so…”
Zoro doesn’t need any more explanation. He simply pulls Sanji over to straddle his lap, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. For a while, Sanji just stays there, sobbing into Zoro’s shoulder and clutching the front of his t-shirt. Knowing Sanji, he hasn’t breathed a word of this to anyone but Zoro, so Zoro just lets him cry it out for a while. When his sobs finally subside and his grip on Zoro’s shirt goes slack, Zoro rubs his hands up and down Sanji’s back soothingly. He’ll stay here as long as he needs.
Eventually, Sanji leans back to sit on Zoro’s thighs, reaching for a tissue from the box on the side table. He mops at his face and blows his nose. His eyes are red and swollen. “Sorry, I’m so gross right now.”
“You’re okay. I love you even when you’re gross.”
“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry again!”
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Every time they’ve hooked up before, it’s always been hard and fast, rough and dirty. But this time when Zoro carries Sanji down the hall to the bedroom, it is nothing short of joyous. Every touch feels like it’s brand new, soft and slow and meaningful. There’s giggles of laughter between panted breaths and delighted moans.
Even though his face still bears the evidence of tears, when Zoro sees him smiling he’s sure that Sanji has never looked more beautiful.
Zoro comes to the music of Sanji chanting whispered “I love you”s in his ear as he clings to him like he never wants to let go.
They cancel their plans for the day. Sanji calls in “sick” to work. (He jokes to Zoro that technically he is sick - he’s lovesick. Zoro groans and nearly shoved him off the bed.)
They spend all day wrapped up in each other and that night, they go on their first real date.
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