dramaticwatermelon

fingers barely touching— the classic ♡

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wrist grabs to steady his nong :’( ♡

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“let’s go, p’keng— come faster!” (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡

(p’keng holding onto nong’s fingers anyway)

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"p’keng you came and i’m better now ♡"

(p’keng holding his nong’s fist like a promise)

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even if nong’s cribbing about my inattention, i’d still hold his hands through it all ₊˚ෆ ૮₍ •⤙•₎ა ˚₊

it’s small and a little angsty. i think my brain just needed to pour it out, lol. i’m kind of going through the same things my namping is here, so i hope you take this fic kindly<3

read on ao3: the quiet between heartbeats

canonverse, pre-series; emotional hurt/comfort