The weekend sun spilled softly through the thin curtains of Phuwin’s bedroom, painting a lazy warmth across his pillow.
For once, there was no alarm.
No rushed schedules.
No urgent messages.
Just quiet.
Phuwin lay still, his eyes half-open, listening to the silence — the kind that only comes on weekends, when even the world outside seems to breathe slower. After a while, he sighed, stretched his limbs, and finally pushed himself out of bed.
He wandered to the balcony, the one corner of his home that truly felt like him. A small safe universe — a mess of green leaves, blooming flowers and tiny pots he collected over months. He picked up the water sprayer and began misting each leaf gently, humming under his breath.
Taking care of his plants always made him feel… alive.
Like he was holding something pure.
Something that wouldn’t leave.
Just as he stepped back inside and set the sprayer on the table, the doorbell rang.
Phuwin groaned softly.
The food delivery guy is too fast today…
Dragging himself lazily to the door, he opened it — and froze.
It wasn’t the delivery boy.
It wasn’t anyone he expected.
It was Joong.
Standing there with two bags of food hanging from his hands…
And an unexpectedly soft, almost shy smile on his face.
“Morning, Phu,” Joong said quietly.
Before Phuwin could process anything, Joong leaned in and wrapped him in a warm hug. A real, gentle, grounding hug that made Phuwin blink rapidly — because Joong never hugged him like this before. Not so early, not so sudden, not so… tender.
Joong stepped inside as if he belonged there, closing the door behind him.
Phuwin, still confused, took the food and began arranging everything on plates. He tried acting casual, but he could feel Joong’s eyes on him the whole time — watching him with an expression too soft, too intense, too unfamiliar.
When they finally sat down, Phuwin tried to focus on eating. But as always, a tiny bit of sauce ended up near the corner of his lip. Before he could wipe it—
Joong leaned in.
“Phu…” he murmured, brushing it away with his thumb, “…you’re still such a child.”
He chuckled softly.
Phuwin’s breath hitched.
He hadn’t expected that.
Not from Joong. Not today.
He gave a small smile to hide his shock and asked, “Don’t you have plans with your friends today?”
Joong didn’t even look up.
“No,” he said simply. “Today I’m spending it with you.”
Phuwin blinked, stunned.
Joong never gave up his weekends for him.
Never chose him over his plans.
Never looked at him the way he was looking right now — almost like Phuwin was the only thing in the room worth seeing.
“But… why?” Phuwin almost asked, but the words died in his throat.
Joong placed his fork down and looked at him fully.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said softly. “Finish eating and get ready.”
Phuwin swallowed hard, nodding slowly.
He couldn’t hide the tiny, hopeful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Maybe…
Just maybe…
This weekend would be beautiful.
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Strings We Cannot Cut
Fanfiction"When are you gonna stop pretending? Couldn't you just accept me that day?" Dunk said. Joong smirk and reply with a cold laugh "Go find another man, and I'll ruin that relationship too. I'm not letting you be someone else's." Four souls tied togeth...
