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phichit kept biting at his lip, focusing on the television rather than on chris giacometti, who was not looking his way, messing with his hair, eyes fixed on the screen.

chris kept playing with his hair, focusing on the television rather than on phichit chulanont, who was not looking his way, biting his lip, eyes fixed on the screen.

seunggil🥒

seunggil; phicccchittt

seunggil; i'm bored

seunggil; how's rehearsal anyway

phichit ignored his phone glowing from the coffee table, and tried to ignore chris glance at him fleetingly.

he hated how it made him get all panicked and hot, as if he were sitting an exam.

chris.
chris.
he's got a boyfriend.
stop looking at him like that.

chris pulled the sleeves of his grey sweater over his hands, and went back to watching romeo die in juliet's arms.

phichit started playing with his own hair, to try and calm himself down; to try and get the tightness in his chest to subside.

chris started biting at his own bottom lip, to try and distract himself from the sinking feeling in his chest that he felt when he saw how soft phichit's hair was.

he's got a boyfriend.

"shit," chris laughed shakily, and his voice made phichit's chest clench uncomfortably.

"what?" he asked, voice unsteady, hesitant to look over at the golden-haired, green-eyed boy beside him for fear of how he would feel.

phichit.
this is ridiculous.
you have a boyfriend.
you have a boyfriend.

"this is really sad," chris said, watching romeo's head fall to one side, and. juliet crying over his body. "jesus, this is sad."

phichit.
don't think like that.

phichit smiled, but his hands were shaking, the pit of his stomach low and his head spinning.

you don't love chris.

chris allowed himself to look at phichit, who was watching the screen, and that sinking feeling increased when he realised he'd never be able to reach out and touch him, to taste those lips, to feel to softness of his hair.

you can't love him, chris.

the music from the television - as the camera showed the two dead bodies of romeo and juliet - was slow and beautiful.

victor🍾

victor; chris

victor; i heard from guang-hong that you're with phichit

victor; what

victor; fuck

victor; chris don't do anything stupid i'm begging you

"phichit - "

chris turned, and only then did the both of them realise how close they were sitting to one another.

the music kept on playing, growing louder. phichit felt his chest tighten.

phichit, don't -

"i...um..." chris said, rubbing at the back of his neck, heart thudding in his chest.

chris, don't -

phichit leant forwards, and pressed his lips against chris giacometti's, eyes closed. chris was stunned, and knew he should be pushing him away.

but, god, he couldn't.

his hands were in phichit's soft hair, his lips pressing against his, music still playing from the television.

"oh my god," phichit gasped, pulling away instantly. "w-why would you do that?"

he sat away from chris, breathing heavily, before he got to his feet, running his hands through his hair, lips tingling and pink, legs shaking.

"phichit, wait - "

phichit grabbed his jacket and phone, and ran straight for the door without another word, although he was damn sure he was going to cry.

"phichit - "

chris heard the door slam shut, and sunk back down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands.

fuck.

phichit was right; outside, slowing down from the run on the sidewalk, evening sky lilac overhead, he started to cry, heading towards the bus stop and not bothering to wipe his eyes.

fuck.