A Part II of the No Matter If We're Close Or Far of some sorts hehe
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"Tine, I'm on the way home," Sarawat says on the phone.
"Hello? Wat?" Tine looks at his phone screen. A little disoriented from sleep.
"What do you mean you're coming home?" Tine asks again while he squints his eyes to see his screen.
"Wat, it's 1:30 AM," Tine adds.
"I'm on the 1:30 AM flight." Wat replies.
"What do you mean, you're on the 1:30 AM? Your flight is not till 9 AM, right?" Tine asks confusedly.
"Tine, baby. Listen carefully. I'm on my way home and you have to come pick me up."
"Why?" Tine asks, even more confused.
"Because I don't think I can wait for a taxi," Wat excuses.
"Because- There's no way I'll wait till later to see you. I've given them 3 days of my time. I can't give them anymore. I want to see you, I need to see you. I'm about to start a riot if I don't see you now right this second," Sarawat supplies.
Tine's mind is less foggy because of those words, bites his lip, closes his eyes, and exhales loudly. His boyfriend is too stubborn sometimes. And he takes the brunt of it.
He pats his beating heart, demanding it to calm down. But he lets out a smile, controlling it from getting wider by biting his lips. Then clears his throat.
"Why are you always in a hurry home, Wat? We'll still see each other in the morning," Tine asks. A little expectant.
"Why won't I hurry to you? You're home." The other male says, feigning nonchalance.
Tine feels the blood rush to his face, to his chest, making it pound louder, harder. And exclaims, "Fine! I'll come pick you up. Saraleo!"
"Don't drive alone, okay? Bring someone with you." Then the call ends.
He leans on a wall, grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, and scrolls through his phone.
Who can he take with him?
He can't take his friends; he can already hear. "Eh-eh. What a good wife!" And nope, nuh-uh.
"P'Type!"
Luckily, his older brother just got home from an overseas conference. He won't tease, he won't judge. His brother cares for and loves him. He'll go with him for his safety, right?
He dials his phone before he doubts further.
"Tine? Why are you calling? You know it's midnight, right?" Type says voice laced with sleep.
"P'" Tine starts.
"Tine? What's going on? Are you alright?" Type presses.
"P' please come with me," Tine blurts out.
"Huh? Go where Tine?" Type says, voice panicky.
"To the airport P. I'm fetching Wat" Tine adds.
A beat, then "What?" Type sounds a little annoyed.
"Okay, I know you're tired. And you literally just came from the airport, but hear me out. Sarawat is leaving earlier than his band. He said he's on the 1:30 AM. And I told him that was crazy, but he said he can't be there with them longer because he's been with them long enough, and that-"
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I Hope They Reach You (Home)
Fanfiction"I'm on the 1:30 AM flight," Sarawat says hastily on the phone. "Hello? Wat?" Tine looks at his phone screen. "What do you mean you're on the 1:30? Your flight is not till 9 AM right?" Tine asks confusedly. "There's no way I'll wait till later to se...
