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writetomyheart2020-02-17 04:44 am
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[team three] spaces, part i
stuck in Thai (BL)TV hell, so here’s something from the GMMTVs, because they just had their annual company outing this Sunday, and I have a lot of unresolved feelings.
For reference, here are Tay, Gun, Off, and New.
“It hurts, but just a bit.” Tay takes the bottle of water from Gun’s bag, finishing it off quickly. His head is pounding, and at this point he doesn’t know if it’s the insomnia or all the skipped meals from the last two days. “I’ll sleep it off on the bus.”
“I seriously doubt that.” Gun levels him with a look. “You’re riding with us, remember?”
Shit. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose hard. He’d promised Off they’d travel on the same bus. And stay in the same room.
“You forgot,” Gun concludes for him, voice clipped. “Papi’s not gonna be happy about that.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” It’s barely 7 a.m., and Tay doesn’t want to argue. Especially not today, and not with Gun. He’s already on thin ice by just bringing the topic up. “Just. Let me text him first, so he doesn’t sulk.”
Gun huffs, still a little cross with their current situation. “You baby him so much.”
“Nong…” Tay starts. He can’t continue, though, because Gun isn’t going to accept the ‘I spoil everyone equally’ excuse he’s been using for the longest time.
Gun also isn’t wrong, technically.
“Lee’s with us, right?” Tay starts composing the message on his phone instead of looking at Gun. He hits send, absently thinking if this was what being grounded was like. “I’ll sit next to him. Or Alice, maybe. I really wanna take a nap.”
His phone buzzes. Three text messages. All from New.
Gun stares at his lit up phone screen, then at him. “He’s pissed, isn’t he?”
Tay sighs, opening the first message. New is mad.
“He’s gonna want to talk to me when we get there,” Tay answers instead. Maybe he’ll negotiate changing roommates later, once Gun was less sober.
“Five minutes.”
“What, our entire stay?” Tay combs his hair through his fingers, one step away from frustration. “Nong, you know that’s not possible.”
Gun smiles at him then, a little sadly. “He’s not supposed to be your problem anymore, P’. We talked about this.”
And they had. Multiple times, over the last few months. Off had said the same thing to him, albeit his best friend was more blunt. If he doesn’t want to stay away, then maybe you should.
“Okay,” Tay acquiesces, at least for now. “Five minutes.”
He ignores Gun’s small nod of approval and locks his phone, pocketing it even as it buzzes. More angry messages, definitely. This was gonna be a long weekend.
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For reference, here are Tay, Gun, Off, and New.
“It hurts, but just a bit.” Tay takes the bottle of water from Gun’s bag, finishing it off quickly. His head is pounding, and at this point he doesn’t know if it’s the insomnia or all the skipped meals from the last two days. “I’ll sleep it off on the bus.”
“I seriously doubt that.” Gun levels him with a look. “You’re riding with us, remember?”
Shit. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose hard. He’d promised Off they’d travel on the same bus. And stay in the same room.
“You forgot,” Gun concludes for him, voice clipped. “Papi’s not gonna be happy about that.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” It’s barely 7 a.m., and Tay doesn’t want to argue. Especially not today, and not with Gun. He’s already on thin ice by just bringing the topic up. “Just. Let me text him first, so he doesn’t sulk.”
Gun huffs, still a little cross with their current situation. “You baby him so much.”
“Nong…” Tay starts. He can’t continue, though, because Gun isn’t going to accept the ‘I spoil everyone equally’ excuse he’s been using for the longest time.
Gun also isn’t wrong, technically.
“Lee’s with us, right?” Tay starts composing the message on his phone instead of looking at Gun. He hits send, absently thinking if this was what being grounded was like. “I’ll sit next to him. Or Alice, maybe. I really wanna take a nap.”
His phone buzzes. Three text messages. All from New.
Gun stares at his lit up phone screen, then at him. “He’s pissed, isn’t he?”
Tay sighs, opening the first message. New is mad.
“He’s gonna want to talk to me when we get there,” Tay answers instead. Maybe he’ll negotiate changing roommates later, once Gun was less sober.
“Five minutes.”
“What, our entire stay?” Tay combs his hair through his fingers, one step away from frustration. “Nong, you know that’s not possible.”
Gun smiles at him then, a little sadly. “He’s not supposed to be your problem anymore, P’. We talked about this.”
And they had. Multiple times, over the last few months. Off had said the same thing to him, albeit his best friend was more blunt. If he doesn’t want to stay away, then maybe you should.
“Okay,” Tay acquiesces, at least for now. “Five minutes.”
He ignores Gun’s small nod of approval and locks his phone, pocketing it even as it buzzes. More angry messages, definitely. This was gonna be a long weekend.
faded_lace, you’re up next 🥰