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Win would say his patience level ranged from a maximum of twenty percent. Minimum being zero. Perhaps he could blame his patience level for the monstrosity he put upon not just himself, but another fellow classmate of his. Of course, said fellow classmate being the one and only, all mighty, Sound Saran in the flesh.

But to understand the monstrosity Win created, let’s go back a few hours ago to the start of the school day.

It wasn’t uncommon for the hallways to be loud and filled with noise every single morning at the god forsaken hours of eight am. How did such idiots have such an abundance of energy so early? Win truly questioned their well being. That shouldn’t be normal.

That morning however, Tinn was not waiting for him in front of the gates like he usually did. Reaching out to his phone, he quickly unlocked it before texting the other boy.

Win: where the hell are u?

Tinnaphob: sorry sorry, had to pick up gun! i’ll meet you in class. don’t start any fights please and thank you.

Oh for fucks sake! Win wasn’t going to start any fights now, unless someone decided to test his patience. And luckily enough for him, most students have learned not to conserve in conversation with him, especially after seeing him punch Pat when the boy tried to ask Win about one of the assignments in their mutual classes.

So sorry Pat.

Rolling his eyes, he put his phone away before continuing his stroll down the hallway. Headphones blasting some Taylor Swift song that Gun had forced him to listen to. Yeah sure, he looks all scary and intimidating, but everyone likes Taylor Swift. He will admit that some of her music is pretty good in his vocabulary.

He was already in a prissy mood, his older brother having stayed up all night gaming with his boyfriend, leaving Win unable to fall asleep with the loud gaming noises from the other side of the wall. Not having Tinn to walk down the hallways with him was just another step into knowing the day was going to go bad.

Strike one? Check.

Strike two? Check.

The third strike came a few moments later, Win glancing up to see no one other than his ex walking directly towards him. While his breakup with Tor wasn’t that horrible, Win just had not felt the connection between the two of them, the other boy just seemed to keep coming back to Win no matter what he did.

Win was not going to take that bullshit today, already wanting to go home and take a long nap after only being in school for less than five minutes. There must be some way to get rid of him, Win thought to himself as he began to look around and try to piece together a valid excuse.

His eyes landed on a boy with grayish ash hair, facing towards his locker putting away his stuff. The familiarity didn’t catch on to Win at that moment, only that this boy didn’t seem to be anyone he had hooked up with beforehand and was the only one who seemed to not be paying attention towards Win.

Perhaps it was his stupidity that led him to what he did next. Maybe it was just the fact that he was sick and tired of Tor trying to get back with him after countless times of rejecting him. Overall, he would definitely blame it on Tinn not being there by his side that morning, especially blaming it on Gun for being the reason the other boy wasn’t there.

Gathering any courage he had left in him, he silently prayed that whoever this boy was would not try to kill him for what he was about to do, and just go along with it. He would figure out an excuse later on, but he had one mission in mind and that was getting his ex off his fucking back.

Taking his headphones off his head, he turned towards the direction of the boy who seemed just about to leave and stormed off in that direction. He could feel the wandering eyes of all the students in the hallways, all of them knowing what went down between Win and Tor and how Tor just kept going after Win regardless of it.

It was just his luck that the boy at the locker had turned around right when Win had gotten there. Win didn’t even glance at the other boy’s face before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and smashing their lips together.

The kiss was awkward at first, Win having pressed his lips harshly on the other boy, smashing their noses together. Readjusting himself slightly, he felt the necessary need to kiss this anonymous bystander a bit longer. Not sure whether it was that he hadn’t kissed someone in a while or it was the soft, cherry flavored lips that the other had.

He tested the waters, opening his mouth slightly to kiss more in depth. He felt the other boy hesitate, most likely confused about what was even going on or why Win was trying to pry open his lips. Eventually, Win felt the boy moving his lips against his, their lips moving together in a tangle of spit and tongue. It was intense. It was good. Win almost forgot for a moment that he was kissing a complete stranger and the reason behind it.

The kiss lasted for a few more moments before Win ultimately had to pull away, rapidly turning his head to see his ex had disappeared in the crowd. There was a stir of commotion from what just happened, the flock of people with their hands over their mouths, some cameras facing him. He just rolled his eyes, knowing that the situation would be forgotten in a few days.

A sigh left him as he dropped his hands from the boy’s collar. Ignoring all the whispers, he turned to apologize to the other boy he had just kissed randomly in the hallway. Turning around, he was not expecting to come face to face with a slightly shorter, much more handsome up close, but extremely infuriated Sound Saran.

Well. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Fast forward to present time, four hours into the school day at the greatest part of the entirety of it. Also known as lunch time of course or as most students at the school knew it was, “the catch up on drama time.”

“So you’re telling me. Your brilliant plan to get rid of Tor was to walk up to a random boy and kiss him. But you ended up kissing Sound Saran out of every single boy in this school,” Tinn repeated the story to Win for the third time already, his arm swinging around Gun’s shoulder as the two of them sat across from Win.

He groaned and slammed his head on the table in front of him, pent up anger and frustration coming off stronger, already there from the morning. He could hear a slight laugh from the opposite side of the table, silently cursing his best friends sitting across from him.

“This is all your fucking fault. If you didn’t have to pick up Gun, I would not have had to walk down the hallway by myself. Therefore he would not have approached me, because we all know he’s scared of you. And this would not have happened. So fuck both of you!” Win scowled, most of his words being mumbled from his head being placed on the table.

Thank god their lunch table was much secluded from the rest of the student body population, perks of Tinn being the school president and letting them eat inside the student council room. Most of the other council members didn’t stay as often, whether it was because they were scared of Win or wanted to gossip instead. Regardless, he was thankful that there was no one in the room that given day.

“So what happened after the kiss? Did you apologize?” Gun questioned, making Win stir up from his previous position on the table. He could see the boy feeding his boyfriend a french fry, rolling his eyes from how domestic his best friends were. Curse them.

“Of course not! The bell rang so I walked away to class. How do you expect me to apologize to him? If it was literally anyone else, I could simply just tell them to fuck off. But it’s god damn Sound Saran and now I’m going to have to live with the fucking consequences of kissing him,” he spat out, groaning and thumping his head against the table once more.

Sound Saran. Practically the world’s golden prince, the singer of singers currently in the world. He wasn’t even sure why the boy was going to a normal high school instead of going to one of those private boarding schools for famous people.

Sound and Win did not interact that frequently, the most conversation they held being the one debate in history class where Win decided he was never going to date a singer after arguing with the other boy the entire class. They chose to stay their separate ways, not caring much about each other to even spare a glance.

Unfortunately for Win, he managed to fuck that up today.

“What’s so bad about it? The fact that Sound is the biggest singer of our generation and there are probably videos surfing the internet already doesn’t mean anything surely. Perchance everyone will forget about this in a few days and you can go back to avoiding each other!” Gun tried to sound optimistic, earning him a death glare from Win and Tinn cursing under his breath.

“I don’t think that is helping, baby,” Tinn responded, leaving Gun pouting as the boy next to him stroked his shoulder in sympathy. Win was about to respond to Gun before voices were heard approaching the student council door, the three of them snapping their heads towards the door.

Most often no one else came into the room during lunch, and if someone were to come in they either texted Tinn to let him know or knocked on the door in advance. No one had texted Tinn that day and there was no knock on the door, which left them dazed on who was entering.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep putting up such a mean persona, then you could have enjoyed it more. Good luck dealing with your manager though,” a voice rang out through the door as it swung open. Three figures entered the doorway, not paying any attention to the three who were already seated there.

“It wasn’t even my fault! It was that stupid idiot’s fault and that just made it even worse knowing the reason why! Screw worrying about my manager, what about myself?” the following voice said, his face already visible to the three sitting as he walked in.

“Talking about me, now are we?” Win questioned, as he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms. While he was slightly panicking in his mind, still trying to process that he had practically made out with Sound in the middle of the hallways, he wasn’t going to show Sound that he was affected by it.

The three heads snapped towards the noise, freezing instantly on the spot as the only noise that could be heard after that was the door closing after them. The tension was as thick as it could get, the staring contest between Sound and Win only getting more intensified as neither of them spoke after Win’s comment.

“Oh, hey there! Was just stopping by because I forgot to grab my assignment for the next period. Sorry I didn’t text you Tinn, completely escaped my mind,” Tiw said, trying to ease the tension in the room. Win could vaguely hear Tinn and Tiw going into conversation, his full focus still on the boy a few steps away from him.

“So. Talking about me, now were you? Feel free to continue you know,” he finally said, a smirk on his face as he saw how angry the other boy began to get. If he was being honest, pissing off Sound was pretty entertaining, plus the perks of the boy going to a normal high school meant he could get away with it. For the most part.

“Sorry, do I need your consent to talk about you? Clearly you wouldn’t know the meaning of consent after the stunt you pulled this morning,” Sound replied back, wiping the grin off Win’s face just as fast as it appeared beforehand. He did deserve that, he winced to himself slightly, before sitting more upright and clearing his throat.

“Surely you shouldn’t be saying that either after you willingly stuck your tongue down my throat as well,” internally he gave himself a pat on the back when he saw the way Sound’s face instantly dropped and started turning red at the sight. A loud clearing of the throat made both of them drop the eye contact and instantly turn towards the noise.

“As much as we would love to hear your story time again about the incident this morning, perhaps keep it down in case someone walks by, will you?” Tiw stated, a giggling Por next to him, seemingly finding the entire situation amusing. Win only rolled his eyes as he sank down into his seat, not lasting for long before he heard loud footsteps echoing towards him. He felt a hand grab his arm, whimpering at the roughness before he felt himself being pulled out of his seat and towards the student council storage closet.

“Sound, get your hand off of me!” he whined, being dragged into the closet alongside the famous actor before the loud slamming of the door behind him made him jump. Sound’s hand left his arm, Win immediately checked his arm to ensure it was ok before looking up towards the boy with a scowl on his face.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“One, for the whole morning incident. Two, so I could yell at you again for the whole morning incident. What kind of fucking idiot are you? Why did you even do that?”

Win groaned as he leaned against the back wall of the storage closet, feeling Sound’s gaze never leave him as he just sighed and looked at the ceiling. “My ex was approaching me and I just decided to go do something that would get him off my back. It worked by the way,” he vaguely responded, waving his hands around in a whatever gesture.

“And that something was going to make out with me in the middle of the fucking hallway where everyone can see? Win, I have a fucking reputation to hold. Now I’m going to have to deal with my manager and my parents about this shit,” Sound yelled back, making Win wince at the realization.

“It’s not like I wanted to kiss you! You had your back turned and I thought you were some new kid. Cut me some slack, would you?” Sound’s causal gaze turned more into a death glare at the comment, though Win could see there was something the other boy was holding back, unsure how to decipher it however.

“Don’t speak to me ever again or pull that stunt on me. Understood? Great, let’s never talk again,” Sound retaliated, before harshly pushing past Win and walking out of the closest, not letting Win even have a chance to reply. He groaned to himself before taking a deep breath and walking out of the closet as well.

Looking around, he could see that Sound was no longer there and the remaining four were staring at him with different looks he could not even bother to analyze at the moment. Simply avoiding the questions, he walked over to the couch and sat down, putting his headphones on from around his neck and turning his playlist on.

Fuck Sound Saran indeed.

The two of them kept to their word of never speaking to each other or about the incident for the next week. Win was correct when the situation would be forgotten eventually, not even a day after, no one talking about the issue. His manager must have been fast, Win thought to himself the day when everyone seemingly moved on about it.

But of course the world was against them, pitting them against each other and causing chaos just for them to be separate but reunited once again. He felt like they were two magnets, both negative at first but suddenly one of them turned positive and they were drawn to each other. Not in any good way though, but because of a music project.

“Give me your number so we can get this shit done and over with and never have to see each other again,” Sound demanded, walking up to his desk and presenting Win with his cell phone. Carelessly ignoring the standing boy, he continued talking to Tinn on the opposing side of him, seeing Tinn’s eyes divert between him and the other boy hovering over him.

Sound’s patience must have run out as the other boy forced himself between Win and Tinn and stood directly in front of Win with the phone out in front of him. “What the fuck, Saran?” Win hissed, glaring at Sound with only anger and fury in his eyes. The other boy didn’t move, only tsking towards the phone in his hand.

“Put your goddamn phone number in the phone, Pawin. Don’t make me ask again,” the boy spat out, emphasizing the Pawin to make his point clear. Rather than agreeing, he just leaned further back in his chair and crossed his arms. He could already sense Tinn gesturing for Win to get it done and over with so they could get back to their conversation, but he wasn’t one to back down from a fight.

“What happens if I don’t put my number in your phone? What are you going to do? Go tell mommy and daddy that a boy didn’t want to put his number in your contacts and make them go to my house and demand it? This isn’t the fucking Sound Saran world we live in, go cry about it,” he retaliated, proceeding to shift his head to the side directly after to speak to Tinn.

It didn’t last for long before two arms caged him in on his desk, Sound’s face only a few inches away from Win’s face. He could see every single mole lattered on the boy’s face. The few strands of hair that flew in front of his face as he looked down on Win. He could smell the sweet citrus cologne that Sound was wearing, his nose inhaling it sharply. His eyes flickered towards Sound’s lips unconsciously before returning to gaze into Sound’s dark brown eyes.

“Put your fucking phone number in my phone. I won’t ask again,” Sound challenged, a glint in his eye to show how much he meant it. “I won’t do it,” he rebuttal, leaning closer to the other boy so their faces were even closer together. He could feel Sound’s breath against his lips, could smell the cherry chapstick that he remembered tasting that one fateful morning a week ago.

Neither of them moved for what felt like an entirely. The feeling of the world freezing around them and it was just Sound and Win in their own world. Their eyes never once left each other’s, gazes filled with anger, with fire, with fury. And a feeling of lust, though neither of them seemed to recall what that was, the other emotions overcoming that one.

Sound eventually pulled away first, averting their eye contact and standing up as he smoothed down his shirt from it being slightly crumpled from looking down at Win. He glared at Win once more, before stomping back towards his seat on the other side of the classroom, already seeing Tiw and Por comforting him as he thumped his head on the table.

“Well that was fun,” Win commented as he looked at the now sulking boy with a smile on his lips and turned back to see Tinn staring at him with a disapproving look. “What? He deserved that. Plus did you see the way he got all mad and stormed away.”

“You do remember that you have to work with him, right?” Tinn the all so perfectionist reminded him, making Win wave it off with a flick of the hand. “Potato. Potato. That’s an issue to worry about later, I won this time however. Win, one. Sound, zero,” he cheered for himself as a smile appeared on his face. Tinn only rolled his eyes before the two of them went back into conversation.

It wasn’t until he was leaving to the motorbike parking lot at the end of the day when he felt his phone buzz with a notification. Assuming it was either Tinn or Gun texting, he instantly went to check, immediately groaning when he saw who the text was from and what it was asking of him.

New Number: my house. 6pm.

Sound fucking Saran alright. No one else would randomly just drop a time and demand he be there with no other explanation. Plus, there wasn’t anyone else that Win texted in his free time, having the important people already saved in his contacts. While Sound wasn’t quite important, he still saved the contact as Idiot, rolling his eyes before responding.

Win: and how did you get my number now?

Idiot: i have my sources.

Win: aw look at you wanting to text me so badly. just admit you like me.

Idiot: fuck off pawin. i already tried to ask the teacher for a new partner, but she said no. so stop with your fucking excuses and just come to my house.

Seeing the last message, Win wasn’t quite sure why he felt his heart drop at Sound mentioning that he already tried to ask for a new partner. As much as he knew Sound hated him, he didn’t realize it was that extreme. Though he did ask for it when he caused the whole classroom incident earlier that day.

Choosing not to reply, he pocketed his phone before grabbing his helmet and climbing onto his motorbike. It was only three in the afternoon, giving him enough time for a nap and to mentally prepare himself for going over to Sound’s house. The realization that Sound probably had a big house due to his fame and popularity struck Win instantly in that minute. God damn it, Win was going to have to look presentable then.

Three hours later, Win stood in front of Sound’s place, smaller than he imagined it, almost the exact same size of his house. He was dressed in the most semi formal clothes he could butcher, a pair of black slacks and a white button down addressed with it. Most of the buttons were undone, leaving his chest mostly exposed and air for him to breathe. Texting Tinn and Gun once more, he mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

Hearing footsteps pondering towards the door, he sighed to himself once more. You can get through it, it’s just one project. The click of the doorknob startled him before Sound stood in front of him, dressed in a casual pair of sweatpants and a random adidas t-shirt paired with it. The boy took one look at Win before blurting into a loud laugh, holding his stomach from how hard he was laughing.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” the actor managed out, Win only glaring at him, feeling self conscious in the outfit he was wearing now. He had never been to a famous person’s house before! How the heck was he supposed to know what he was supposed to wear?

“Fuck off. Let’s get this done and over with. You gonna let me in or let me stand out here the entire time?” Win beseeched, gesturing towards the inside of Sound’s house. The boy finally calmed down from laughing, grinning once more before turning around and walking into the house. Assuming that was Win’s sign for him to enter, he followed along, locking the door before turning around.

Sound’s house seemed fairly normal to him, though it did feel slightly empty. Unlike Win’s place, there were not many picture frames or any that Win could spot on instinct. It felt like a ghost was living there, not having put any true marking that this was the Saran house. But it wasn’t Win’s place to judge, him pushing his observations to the side before following the other boy further into the house.

It was a two story house, most likely indicating that Sound’s room was on the second floor which is where Win assumed the two were heading. The other boy had not spoken a single word after the entire laughing fit at the front door. He was slightly further ahead of Win, forcing Win to speed up so he wouldn’t accidentally lose sight and end up in some weird room in the house. He had a mission. Finish the project. Get out. Never talk to each other again.

Sound swung open the door on the far left of the staircase, going straight to his drawers for whatever apparent reason. Win stepped in after him, glancing around the room this time. Unlike the house, Sound’s room had its fair share of liveness to it. It was still bland, just like the other boy himself, but he did have an occasional poster or two up — Tattoo Colours — being the one he recognized. There was a bookshelf that had a bunch of vinyls on them, some books sat next to them as well.

The most noticeable thing Win noticed was the collection of different guitars the other boy had. As far as he was concerned, he knew Sound was both an actor and musician, but he chose to stray far away from listening or watching anything with the other in it. However, Sound had five different guitars all organized. His eyes instantly skimmed over to the pink one, making him release a tiny giggle from how iconic it was.

The lonely other instrument next to the guitars is what Win was the most curious about. He had one bass, it was black and didn’t seem to be fairly as used as the rest of the guitars. Win had his own bass at his house, but he didn’t carry it around with him as much, afraid of damaging it. He often used the one that the school offered and while it wasn’t exactly the best deal, it was better than nothing.

Feeling something soft touch his leg, he was alarmed for a few seconds before glancing down to see a cat nudging its fur against his leg. Leaning down to the cat’s level, he let the cat come closer to him and smell him. The cat seemed to approve as it laid down in front of Win, making a smile come on the boy’s face as he proceeded to pet the feline.

It didn’t last much longer, when he suddenly felt his vision go dark and the cat scurrying away. Confused by the lack of vision, he reached over to feel what had just hit his head, a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. A frown appeared on his face as he held the clothes in his hand while getting up to look at the other.

“What are these for?” he asked, gesturing towards the clothes in his hand like they were poisonous. Sound just shrugged like it was common sense. “I doubt you would want to spend the entire time working on the project in your current clothes. But you can do whatever you desire, I don’t even like you. Suffer all you want. I’ll grab my laptop.”

The guitarist walked out of the room, leaving a bewildered Win and a cat whose name he didn't even know. “Your owner is a fucking menace to society. You deserve better,” he voiced to the cat, who only looked at him before shutting its eyes and going back to sleep. He looked between the clothes the other boy had thrown at him and his own outfit he had on.

As much as he hated to admit it, his outfit was not in the slightest comfortable to be wearing, and unfortunately wearing Sound’s clothes was the next best option. He mentally cursed himself and promised himself that he would never speak of this to anyone, before taking off his pants and shirt to change into the more comfortable clothing.

Perhaps the timing of this entire day was just a mess because of course Sound had to walk in right when he was still shirtless and only had the pants on. “For fucks sake! Get out!” Win yelled as Sound began to stutter before just whipping around and walking back into the hallway. Curse the embarrassment of being half naked in Sound Saran’s bedroom. Could the world be on his side?

Finally finishing getting dressed, taking a glance in the mirror to see that the clothes surprisingly fit him pretty well, he yelled for Sound that he could enter again. The actor came in, one hand over his eyes as he tried to maneuver his way around the room. “You can look now, you know.”

“I know. But it means seeing you and I would like to protect my eyesight, thank you very much for your concern,” Win only rolled his eyes as he watched the guitarist stumble over a cord once more before eventually giving up and taking his hand off his eyes. He sat down on his desk chair, the desk was extremely organized, which Win would have predicted for how much of a perfectionist the other boy was.

“Sit your ass down. The bed won’t fucking harm you. The faster we finish the assignment, the faster we can move on with our lives,” Sound divulged, Win not even bothering to mention that they were going to unfortunately have to meet up more with how much the teacher assigned to them. With an exaggerated sigh, he plopped himself down onto the bed, grabbing his bag to get his laptop out.

It was silent the first twenty minutes, neither boy wanting to say anything to the other and preferring if they could both work alone. Sadly, it was not going to work out that way, the teacher saying that both partner participation was absolutely necessary to get a good grade on this. Meaning the two of them were going to have to set aside their differences.

“Tell me the least stupid idea you got in that small brain of yours,” a voice spoke up from the desk, making Win look up from his laptop to see Sound had swung his chair around and now was directly facing Win. “If my brain is small, I wonder how midget size yours must possibly be then,” he refuted, seeing the way it worked up the other boy so fast.

“Fine, don’t tell me your fucking ideas! We can just both fail and not get into a good college. Well you at least. I have my career to help me with that,” Sound countered back, making Win grab a pillow from the bed and throw it towards the other’s head. He heard a groan, pumping his fist up in victory from his aim being perfect.

He was not expecting the pillow to go back flying at his head. Or the pillow fight that kicked off due to that. The pillows were holding on by its last string, Win shocked that neither of the pillows they were hitting each other with ( quite aggressively ) had broken into a pile of feathers yet. Eventually the two of them gave up, running out of energy but the tension was mostly gone.

“Why do you hate me so much?” the boy who was sitting on the chair that was now laying on the floor questioned. Win laid facing the opposite direction as him, staring at the ceiling with star and music note stickers laid across it. He assumed they were glow in the dark ones, taking that note into his head before closing his eyes.

Why did he hate Sound? Well. It wasn’t that he hated him. More like. Severely disliked.

“I don’t hate you. You’re just extremely annoying and seeing your face makes me want to punch it. But I don’t hate you. I should be the one asking you the same question,” he replied back, the project long forgotten after the pillow fight.

Opening his eyes, he glanced over to see Sound was no longer laying down but rather sitting up. He seemed to be at a loss for words, making Win genuinely more curious to the answer as he pushed himself in a sitting position to observe the other. The musician seemed to be lost in thought, looking like he had something to say but it was at the very tip of his tongue.

The silence was deafening for a while, Win not knowing if he should antagonize Sound even more or let him have the moment to think. Meanwhile, he felt someone jump on him, moaning in pain for a split second before seeing the feline sitting on top of. Smiling down at the animal, he proceeded to pet the top of its head, looking down fondly at the cat.

“That’s Lotte,” a voice sprang out, making the bassist glance up to see no other than Sound staring directly at him, an undistinguishable look that Win could not manage to make out. The cat, now known as Lotte, stared at Win before curling up in his lap and closing her eyes. He chuckled at the sight, relaxing every so slightly.

“I don’t hate you in the way you think I hate you,” Sound ominously stated, making Win peek up in confusion. The way he thinks? Was hate not all just one concept?

“I hate how you are so carefree and don’t have to worry. You get to live the normal high school life, not having to speak to anyone except those two friends you always hang around with. You can go up to random strangers and kiss them in the hallway and move on like nothing happened. I don’t have that life. Yes, I might go to a normal high school just like you, but there are bodyguards that still guard my every move. I have to make sure I don’t accidentally do something wrong that could ruin my career. So no, I don’t hate you. I just hate that you have the life I want.”

Sound hated him… for his life.

That was unexpected.

“Anyways, it’s whatever. Let's get a head start on the project already so we won’t have that much to work on and therefore we don’t have to meet up that often,” Sound diverted the conversation, getting up from the floor and back to his desk, most likely to grab his laptop to brainstorm the ideas. On the other hand, Win was still flabbergasted. While he didn’t quite understand Sound or even like him in the slightest bit, being a childhood actor and musician that attended a normal high school must be hard.

It didn’t help that Win decided to make his life more difficult. Remembering one other thing, he cleared his throat before speaking, “I um. I want to say I’m sorry for kissing you that morning without your consent. Yes, it was my issue and I’m sure anyone else would have enjoyed it, but I am sorry I put you in a situation like that.”

Twirling his desk chair around, he could feel Sound’s heavy gaze on him for a moment. But rather than their eyes conveying a sense of anger and irritation, it felt more like a peace treaty. At least for that topic. He hummed in reply before turning his chair back around, Win swearing to himself that he heard the other boy mutter under his breath something about the kiss and good, but surely he was hallucinating.

The time they spent after that indulged in less fights than normal between them. Perhaps it was the reassurance that each didn’t hate one another that lessened the tension. But of course, they were Sound and Win meaning that they were bound to argue over stupid topics like the melody of the song. Regardless, it was much more relieving than when Win had arrived there.

Four hours passed, the boys were exhausted over how much they had gotten done and how well they seemed to work together when they weren’t fighting. They were sitting side by side on the floor, leaning against Sound’s bed with a laptop each on their laps. Lotte laid in front of the two of them, enjoying the occasional patting when they remembered she existed.

Win’s phone buzzed, turning his attention away from the screen to glance over at it. Shit, he mumbled to himself, looking at the time and groaning. Neither of them had spared even a glimpse of the time, so focus on the assignment and working out the melodies. It was already ten, and Win had promised his mom he would be home so she wouldn’t have to worry about him getting home late.

“As much as I would love to continue this, my mom is summoning me home. Can we work on this tomorrow? My place?” he asked, closing his laptop and getting up to put his stuff away. He could see the actor nodding in response, most likely finishing what they had been working on before getting up and placing the laptop on the desk.

“Goodbye, Lotte. It was nice meeting you,” Win spoke softly to the kitten, leaning down to pet her head once more before hearing a meow in return and getting up. Turning around, he felt a pair of eyes on him, though before he could comment on it the other had rapidly looked away and cleared his throat.

“I’ll walk you out.” It seemed that neither of Sound’s parents were home yet, the downstairs of the house feeling empty and bare with no light and no pictures. Win almost forgot he still had Sound’s clothes on as they reached the front door, spinning around to tell him that he could change and give the clothes back, but the other had already beaten him to it.

“Just give them back to me tomorrow at your house. You look good in them,” Sound gestured, leaning against the doorframe, staring back at Win with a glint in his eye. If anyone were to ever ask Win why he felt his cheeks turn red at the comment, he would not give an answer. For even himself he didn’t understand why the comment was making him feel things.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Well, so are you.”

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“Goodnight Saran,” he said, his voice unintentionally softer than necessary. For all he knew, it was definitely the nighttime and how sleepy he was that made his voice softer. It was not how Sound looked leaning against the doorway, looking like a soft blanket had engulfed him with how the sweats flowed on him and his hair down with no gel in it. Win felt a sudden urge to run his hands through the other’s hair, but quickly diminished the thought just as quickly as it returned.

“Goodnight Pawin. Get home safely. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Maybe Sound Saran wasn’t all that bad after all.

Weeks passed by, the two constantly meeting up to finish the project, switching between the two houses depending on which house was more quiet. Win will possibly never forget the one time he told Sound to come over, and they ended up leaving to Sound's place not even ten seconds after the boy got there, the power having gone out.

In school, they still avoided each other, acting like they didn’t know each other and only speaking when stuck in music class and the teacher forced them to work on their projects. It was a mutual agreement, Win not wanting to start any new rumors about Sound after their first heart to heart in Sound’s bedroom when he admitted that it was difficult.

Win enjoyed making the other’s life difficult, he would constantly state that. But that was only if he was the reason and no one but Sound was being affected by it. As long as it didn’t indulge in something that was newsworthy or that would involve Sound’s manager getting involved, he would gladly annoy the other boy to the end of the realm.

But outside of school, their dynamic seemed to change slowly. While the bickering was probably never going to cease to an end, a binding step in whatever relationship they seemed to be expanding on, there was an understanding between them. Music seemed to be a boiling factor, both of them understanding it in their own ways and their ideas mixed and matched until they formed together.

On the basis of time, frequently they didn’t talk about their lives. The first and only time they ever opened up was the first time they met up, the rest of the meet ups being solely about the project. But on very rare occasions, the two would sit and talk to each other, with judgment of course, but still listening to the other.

“I like looking out at the view during car rides, especially when I have to go to an event or workshop. Though, I can actually drive, I just don’t do it that often because seeing the view around is more pleasing to me,” Sound gestured towards the car in the driveway, the pair having sat outside that day because it was a nice day.

“So you’re a passenger princess is what i’m hearing?” Win teased back, earning him a punch from Sound but he could see a small smile appearing on his lips. “Call me that one more time and see what happened,” Sound threatened, no actual meaning to his words, the bassist only laughing before leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes to block the sun.

“So. What happened between you and Tor that you did the whole kissing me in the middle of the hallway?” Sound peaked up, Win’s eyes shot open to scowl at the other boy for bringing up the kiss again, but he could see the genuine curiosity in his eyes, therefore choosing the alternative route.

“I didn’t love him. And I didn’t want to be in a relationship where the other person loves me but I don’t love them back. I think it’s unfair. Plus I know somewhere out there I will find my person eventually. He just wasn’t it though,” he explained, not sugarcoating the reason why. He wasn’t going to put someone through false hope. No one deserves that. It wasn’t his fault however that Tor just wouldn’t move on.

He could see the way Sound’s face went from confusion to understanding, having spent way too much time with the boy and unconsciously learning the different twists between each emotion. Sound just nodded in response, turning back towards the guitar in his lap as he began to hum to himself.

“Wait. Hum that again,” Win demanded, gently but firm to make his point get across. The guitarist snapped his head towards Win in confusion, before shrugging and humming the tune again. “We can use that in our demo as background noise to emphasize our actual voices. So…“

Win did not care to mention how hearing Sound’s soft humming made him feel something that he wasn’t quite certain of.

Frankly to say, the entire situation that occurred the day after was entirely Sound’s fault and Win had not a single part in it. If anything, the whole incident just made him even more confused about what he was beginning to feel.

That day, both Sound and Win were sent to go recover some papers from another teacher. The fastest way to get to that classroom was taking the elevator, the stairs being located on the exact opposite side of where the classroom was located.

Now, given the circumstances, everyone knew Sound and Win despised each other. Especially after the whole kissing incident which resulted in damage control, making the rumors spiral of how Sound must hate Win even more. While their glares were less violent to each other and they still never spoke to each other, their classmates tended to think it was a whole facade of them being nicer to each other.

Nicer in terms of not yelling at each other in every class they shared, though still having quite firm debates that just weren’t as heated as they were in the beginning.

But prone to being alone together in the hallways to gather some papers, they indulged in a conversation as if they were at one’s house like no one was around them. Making it into the elevator, the doors were about to shut after them, but swung open as a hand reached in to allow the person in.

Tor.

Win cursed under his breath as Tor made direct eye contact with him. Yet before either of them could even speak a single word to each other, he felt two hands touch the sides of his face and not long before he knew it, Sound’s lips were directly on his.

He could taste the cherry chapstick once more, remembering the first time this entire thing happened. On instinct, his arms found their way wrapping around Sound’s waist, pulling the boy closer to him.

He found himself opening his mouth, Sound’s tongue prying it open. It was a whirlwind of the two trying to fight over dominance. Eventually, Win ended up winning the fight, Sound only lightly sighing in his mouth before continuing.

A ding sound could be heard and loud footsteps echoing away, making the duo pull away from each other. Clearing his throat, he looked away for a second to contain himself, before looking back to talk to Sound.

The boy was already out of the elevator and halfway down the hallway.

Following the occurrence, it was awkward between them for the following week. Having to see each other almost everyday after school for the project was just making it more difficult. It didn’t help that Sound seemed to be avoiding Win at all costs, making Win only more confused as Sound was the one who kissed him.

It had gotten to the point where Win was sick and tired of it. There was no more bickering between the two of them, the meet ups being more silence than anything, no jokes or teasing each other. It felt like he was being ghosted even if he was still seeing Sound directly in front of him. The silence was deafening to him, having gotten so used to the actor’s presence and arguments.

He didn’t want to admit it. But maybe he missed the other boy.

Coming full circle, Win’s patience was at its lowest. Sound would rarely speak to him when they worked, either leaving Win’s house as soon as they got the work done for that day or kicking Win out of his house given any random circumstance. He wasn’t even sure why the other boy was acting like this, surely it wasn’t the elevator kiss.

Right?

Contrary to his belief and many others, the only time he would be able to hopefully corner Sound without him running away from him was at school. It was only perfect that he practically had Sound’s schedule memorized for whatever forsaken reason he didn’t even understand himself.

Seeing the flash of ashy gray hair flash past him, he quickly shoved his hood over his head before silently following the other to wherever he was going. It was at the end of the day, school had already gotten out and it was the perfect opportunity to corner Sound without anyone interfering or seeing them.

Unfortunately for him, when Sound stopped on his tracks he met with both Tiw and Por, Win having to hide behind the corner so none of them would see him. Ensuring no one else was around, he peeked his head into the classroom door where the three of them stood.

“It’s gone on for too long. I can’t watch you get hurt anymore. Stop hurting yourself just for the benefits,” he heard Por saying to Sound, confused on what the whole situation was. Who was hurting Sound? He thought to himself as he leaned in a bit closer to hear better.

“Nothing is happening. It’s better for my reputation anyways. If I’m close to him, he can’t hurt me anymore than necessary. I can deal with him on my own and no one else has to. People should be thanking me,” Sound spitted out in spite, Win confused at who the hell he was talking about.

Before realization hit him.

Sound was talking about him.

As quietly as he came, he whipped his head back towards the hallway and walked away. If Sound was only close to him because he wanted to protect his reputation, then so be it. If he wants to play the avoidance game, Win could do ten times better at it then he could.

That is exactly what he did for the next week. Their project was due two months after it was assigned, Sound and Win having worked peacefully together on it for the first month and week before everything went spiraling out of control. There was only one week left, and they still had yet to record the song or finish the final touches.

Win however was not going to let anyone, let alone Sound Saran use him to his own benefit. He wasn’t a puppet that could be pulled by some strings from a pupperter. Ironic as to put it, he wasn’t going to be some pawn in a game for someone to keep their “reputation going.” Though he couldn’t say the same when he pulled Sound into that kiss the first time.

The thing was, he wasn’t even sure why he was so hurt by the comment. He knew Sound was famous and had a reputation to hold and maybe he should have just brushed it off because they weren’t even friends after all.

But the last few weeks had changed Win’s perspective of Sound. Being able to see the boy in comfortable clothing with his hair down and not gelled up. Seeing the way he would talk so softly to Lotte, babying her around while Win watched with a soft smile he didn’t even know was on his face. Listening to the way the musician would hum to the song they had to create, strumming his guitar in what Win would call the most dreamy tune to cease to exist.

He even let Win borrow his bass.

Win was a loner for the most part, the only two people he truly spoke to on a daily basis were Tinn and Gun. He knew people had their own opinions on him. Being known as the “guy everyone thinks is attractive but no one wants to get close with because of his attitude,” did sting. He did get used to it.

Even with that, he thought Sound and him had a mutual understanding. A mutual bond that he had with no one else. But hearing those words come out of Sound’s mouth, his tone filled with agony and fury like he was sick of Win and was only dealing with Win because no one else would.

I can deal with him on my own and no one else has to. People should be thanking me.

Fair to say that Win was extremely good at the avoidance game, blocking Sound on every social platform he could fathom, always having someone around him so Sound couldn’t approach him, he even managed to get their teacher to allow him to run errands so he didn’t have to remain in the classroom.

So he might have been taking it too far. The thought of failing the class haunted him and his efforts to get into a good college. He knew he wasn’t hurting Sound, remembering that Sound has a career if all fails with college. But he wasn’t one to back down and he already reeled himself in the game they seemed to be playing at.

One uneventful Monday, that last week they had to finish the project — if either of the boys would finally apologize — was all it took for Win to finally explode. He successfully succeeded last week in avoiding Sound, mastering the schedule and time to ensure they wouldn’t run into each other.

It didn’t seem to work that day. It could have just been that Sound’s patience ran out, given that he was technically the one to start the whole avoidance game and Win just took it to an entirely new level. But when Win felt someone tap on his arm, in the midst of a conversation with Four, he turned around to tell them to hold, his voice going empty when he saw who it was.

Sound.

“Can we talk?” the boy in front of him whispered, staring directly at Win and no one else. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to talk to the girl, ignoring Sound’s calls to him. Why was Sound even talking to him? Wasn’t Win going to “ruin his reputation” if anything?

“Win Pawin Rojanasunthornchai, I swear to fucking god if you don’t speak to me right now and keep ignoring me,” the voice rang out again. Win was sick of it. Sick of trying to repress the building tumble of emotions in his stomach. Tired of feeling like he was such a burden in Sound’s eyes.

He was just tired. And he finally lost his patience.

“You have the fucking nerve to come over here to me and whisper like we’re friends. To call me by my full name like we mean something to each other. Did we mean something to each other when you kissed me in the elevator that one day? Did we mean anything when you said ‘I can deal with him on my own and no one else has to. People should be thanking me.’? You started this avoidance game, I just finished it. Don’t ever speak to me again. You won the game, Sound. Now both you and no one else has to deal with me. Thank you for your service, Sound Kasidis Phatthanaudomkjj. Have a good rest of your day.”

And he walked out of the room, not forgetting to slam the door behind him. He could hear footsteps behind him, approaching him closer and closer. Spinning around and expecting it to be Sound so he could yell at the other boy, he wasn’t quite expecting his ex instead.

“What do you want?” he spit out, not in the mood for any conversation and just wanted to go home and blast music at the loudest possible volume there was. The guy in front of him awkwardly looked down, seemingly like he didn’t know what he wanted to say. Win just needed to go home.

“If you aren’t going to spit it out, then I’m leaving. I’m not dealing with your shit today on top of everything.” Tor just sighed before speaking again, “I’m sorry if I caused any conflict between you and Sound. I know you don’t love me and I’ve come to peace with that. But don’t lose Sound over this. You guys look good together.”

Good together? What the hell does that mean? Sound and him aren’t even friends. He doesn’t even know what the two of them were anymore. Partners? Enemies? Strangers? He felt like they were more Earth and Mars, too similar but too different for his liking.

“We’re not together?” Win questioned, confused why he would ever fathom such a thought. Tor just laughed. “Trust me, Win. I was with you for a few months but I can see that you are much happier with Sound. You might not know it yet, but I think you found the one. I won’t bother you anymore, but if you ever do need anything, you know where to find me. I hope you get your happy ending.”

His ex patted him on the shoulder before turning back towards the other direction of the hallway. He could hear the sound of the classroom door opening and shutting behind him, himself meanwhile still frozen on the spot. The hallways were empty, everyone in their own classrooms. It was bare, it was silent, it was taunting.

Walking out towards the parking lot, he began to think to himself. What did Tor mean by he was happier with Sound? If anything he was even more annoyed with the other boy. The way Sound’s eyes would crinkle up in small moon crescents when he laughed at some stupid thing Win did. His calming singing voice as the two of them made music together. When he would reach over Win, and they would accidentally touch, a spark going off. It annoyed him to the limits. How all he could think about was Sound and his stupid circus scent and stupid cherry chapstick and-

Oh shit.

He was in love with Sound.

How did he end up here? Being in love with one of the most famous musicians of their generation. The annoying kid who irritated him at every given second since the first day they sat next to each other in history class. The only person to make him want to absolutely punch him with every amount of dignity he had.

Punch with a fist or a kiss. He didn’t know.

The entire motorbike ride home was filled with a whirlwind of spiraling thoughts. How the hate turned to love quickly without him even realizing. The reason he was so hurt from the comment was because he found himself enjoying the time with Sound every second they got together. Whether it was at each other’s house, bickering over stupid shit and ending up in a pit of laughter or if it was simply at school, glaring at each other with no more heat but with a teasing matter.

He was simply down bad. And the thing that hurt the most?

Sound was not in love with him.

Hours later, during the darkness of the night. Where the stars seem to come out of hiding, sprinkling the sky in little pockets of light. The moon in its crescent shape, definitely not reminding Win of Sound’s eyes when he smiled. Win had not moved from his bed since arriving there in the middle of the day. His only communication since being with Tinn and Gun on facetime.

“You are so oblivious! I knew you developed feelings for Sound as soon as I saw you guys that one time,” Gun exclaimed, earning him a glare from both Tinn and Win, one directly seated next to him and the other across a screen. Win just sighed before falling down into his bed.

“I’m going to throw myself out the window, why does this happen to me? Fucking Sound Saran? Of all people? Just kill me at this rate. Him and his stupid face,” he muttered, rolling over to scream into his pillow. There was a course of chuckles from across the line, but for his sanity he chose to ignore it.

“Listen. Why don’t you just hear him out? Maybe he likes you back. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him act the way he acts with you with anyone else.” Win truly wanted to smack Tinn through a screen right now. It was not the time for being optimistic let alone make Win feel like it was mutual.

“He definitely does not like me back. He literally said he only was friends or whatever with me because it was to protect his reputation. I want to punch his stupid pretty face right now. FUCK YOU SOUND SARAN!” Win yelled, throwing a pillow across the room in a fit of anger. There were two pairs of concerned eyes from across the screen. And as much as Win appreciated his friends, right now it just made everything worse.

Suddenly he heard a loud thump on his window, making him rapid fire look towards to see what was making all the racket noise. “Did you guys hear that?” he asked, getting out of bed to go closer to the window. Not even awaiting a reply, he whipped open his curtains, prepared to see some animal or something that hit his window accidentally.

What he was not prepared to see was Sound Saran in what looked like black sweatpants, and was that Win’s sweatshirt? The hoodie covered his entire upper part, Win only knowing it was the other boy because he had gotten so used to seeing Sound and that the one outside lamp shone on him.

“I got to go.” He hung up the phone on Tinn and Gun, ignoring the confusion between them, turning back to see Sound had picked up another rock to throw at his window. His room was located on the second floor, facing the side of the house where the backyard could be seen.

“The fucking audacity,” Win mumbled to himself, angry filling his lungs again, covering the hurt he was already trying to push away. He braced himself to hear the clang of the next rock before whipping open the window to yell at Sound.

“I told you to leave me the fuck alone,” was all he yelled as quietly as possible, trying not to wake up the neighbors. How dare Sound stand there, looking adorable in the night and throw rocks at his window like Win will just give in to him. He already told Sound off that morning, why was the boy back? Was this truly the part where Sound says he hates him back?

“I need to talk to you,” he could make out from Sound’s lips, the boy standing with his hands in Win’s sweatshirt, slightly bouncy on his feet. The bassist only rolled his eyes, though he doubted Sound could see him. “What are you even doing here? Risking your entire career like that? Go home, Sound.”

Sound only shook his head no. “I snuck out. Please. Just let me say my piece and I will leave you alone after this. We can go back to hating each other, just as long as I get to say what I need to say. Please.” It may have been the way that Win was craving the necessary need to talk to Sound, and just unleash whatever emotions that he had built up. Or it might have been how easily Win tended to give into Sound recently, the sweatshirt on Sound being the main contender.

He shut the window shut and the curtains directly after, most likely making the other boy confused. Bracing himself for whatever was to come, he grabbed the first pair of shoes he could find laying around and walked out of his room and down the stairs towards the front door. Praying that no one in his family would wake up, he snuck out of the back door towards where the actor was still standing, looking up at the window.

“Say what you want. I’m tired of this bullshit,” Win spoke in the driest voice he could muster, spooking Sound as he jumped from the spot he was standing and quickly turned over to look Win in the eyes. There was what seemed to be sadness in his eyes, almost as if he had been crying. But Win knew Sound was an actor. He could have been practicing for a scene or just playing all pretend. Regardless, he was not here for it

“You’re infuriating. You’re unpredictable. You make me feel anger that no one else makes me feel. I’m an actor, I should be able to control my emotions. You make me incapable of it. You make me go fucking insane. I want to rip out my hair because of spending time with you.”

Win was confused. If Sound was trying to apologize to him, he was absolutely doing a terrible job. If anything it felt more like he was just insulting Win, which just fired up the boy even more. He couldn't even get a word in before Sound continued.

“But even through all the bickering and the way I constantly want to fight you, you make me fucking feel something. You make me want to text you every night and ask you about your day. You make me laugh with your stupid stupid jokes that aren’t even funny, but your laugh after that always makes me laugh. You make me go so fucking insane when you call me Saran, but if someone called me that name I would tell them off on the spot.”

For all Sound was saying, Win had absolutely no idea what he was trying to speak. Was this some kind of game where Sound just picked at all his flaws and at his heart then tore it apart in the end?

He interrupted Sound before he could continue on, “You’re not making any fucking sense! Don’t fucking waste my time with your bullshit! I’m on Mars and I can see your bullshit all the way on Earth. I could be talking to people who actually care about m-“

“I’m fucking in love with you! Ok! Why was I avoiding you? Because I found out I was in love with that stupid idiot who I thought hated me since the first day we met, so I hated him back. But I fucking fell in love with that idiot,” Sound yelled out, tears beginning to stream down his face in a fury of emotions tearing him apart.

Sound was in love with him?

“You’re in love with me?” Win questioned, ignoring the strong urge he had to pull the boy into his arms and wipe the tears away. To smother him with kisses and tell him that he loves him too. That he understands. But life was a game, and he didn’t know if he was playing the game of life right now and if it was all a facade.

“Yes, you fucking idiot! You! Win Pawin Rojanasunthornchai! I’m in love with you!”

“Then why did you tell Tiw and Por that you were just with me to protect your reputation? That me being close with you would protect you? I heard it myself.” Win gave into his urges, stepping closer to Sound to wipe the tears that had fallen. His boba eyes looked up at him, glistening with water from the rapid waterworks that had fallen. He stepped away just as quickly after that.

“I didn’t want them to know I liked you. So I told them to get them off my back. I didn’t know you overheard that conversation.” At that comment, Win felt himself suddenly relax only slightly, knowing that the comment was a lie made Sound’s truth seem more real.

“That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll leave now and we can go back to hating each other,” Sound softly spoke after a taunting amount of silence between them, wiping his own tears this time around and turning to walk away. But he didn’t get far, Win having reached out to grab Sound’s wrist and spin him around.

“You didn’t even let me get to speak,” he declared, lightly giggling to himself the way he saw Sound’s face go from sad to just confusion, looking up at him with their small height difference. Win gently took Sound’s hands in his, brushing his thumbs against the back of them.

“Sound Kasidis Phatthanaudomkjj. Saran. I’m in love with you too, you idiot.” He could see the way the words turned gears in Sound’s head. The small frown that shone on his lips going into an o shape before reaching a smile. The smile that made his eyes look like the moon shape that night. Win’s favorite type of smile.

“You’re pretty stupid. Sneaking out in the middle of the night just to confess to me. You could have gotten caught, you know,” Win continued on, a soft smile on his own face now after seeing the way the musician was smiling back at him. Sound only rolled his eyes in return.

“Someone blocked me on all social media. This was the only way I could get to you,” he glanced away in what seemed to be embarrassment, making Win only laugh instead of being angry at the other. “Come on, let’s go to my room so the paparazzi doesn’t randomly see you standing there in sweats and tears streaming down your face. You have a reputation after all!”

“Oh shut the hell up!”

Minutes later, the two of them laid together. Sound’s face buried into the crook of Win’s neck with one leg swung around Win. Win had his arm around Sound’s waist, the other brushing through Sound’s soft locks of hair. Who would have ever known that Sound Saran was a secret koala bear.

“Did you know that the day Tor came into the elevator that I didn’t just kiss you because he was there?” Sound spoke up randomly, his voice muffled from his position. Win hummed in confusion, the curiosity spiking up on him. “Well it was partly because he was there, but it seemed like the most valid excuse to kiss you. I thought if you wouldn’t like me back then I could take this one chance and avoid you directly after.” “You stupid stupid idiot. And you were complaining about me not kissing you with consent the first time!”

“That was different! We barely knew each other back then! At least we knew each other this time!” “Consent is consent, pumpkin.’

He could hear the other’s breath against the skin of his neck, a groan being fired off as he buried himself deeper into the neck out of embarrassment. Win could only laugh as he poked Sound in the side, receiving a yelp in reply. Serves him right. The tension between them was loose, it was free falling. Win however, still had one more time that was eating him up.

“What if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now? Would you let me?” Sound peaked up from his position in Win’s neck, looking up towards Win with the eyes that Win had slowly learnt to love looking at. There was only gentleness in Win’s voice, a genuine question that he hoped would receive a good answer. It was a few moments of incoherent silence from Sound before he nodded slowly.

Win moved his hand from where it was located on Sound’s waist and towards the back of his neck. His other hand slid down from the top of the musician’s head to cupping his cheek, feeling the way Sound seemed to melt into the touch. It was electric, the feeling. Win had never felt this way about anyone in his entire life before.

Looking at Sound’s face once more for reassurance, he leaned in to press a feather light kiss on the boy’s lips. It was soft and gentle, the feeling of love and caringness. He slid his tongue lightly against Sound’s lips, the other boy softly releasing a moan before opening his lips for the other. Feeling the way Sound’s hands found their way to his waist, he smiled into the kiss.

The kiss got more intense over time. The soft touches became more handsy as they got more comfortable. It was like the flames burned through them. Memories of their first and second kiss appearing in Win’s head. Intense and spitfiring. But this time, there was consent. There was love. There was no Tor in the picture. No cameras from the bystanders of the students. No Tinn and Gun to tell Win he was stupid. No Tiw and Por to accidentally cause a World War between the two of them. No one.

It was just Sound and Win.

And Win finally found his happiness.