The lunch at the café delicious, brief, and the topics they spoke basics: weather, friends, school.
A standard setting for friends.
Apo knew that Mile was unattainable, what were his friends thinking?
He would call to yell at them, then drown himself in coconut ice cream.
As they stood by Mile’s car, passenger door opened for him, Apo only offered his hand in an awkward motion, “Thank you for your time.”
“Huh?”
“I can take the bus home or something, don’t worry.”
“You thought the date was over?”
Apo snapped his mouth shut. Stared. “It’s…not?”
Mile let out a firm, warm laugh that was not mocking or derogatory, just amused as he grabbed Apo’s hand, gave it a squeeze then gently nudged him towards the seat, “I have some shopping to do and you’re coming with me.”
Shopping. Together. Isn’t that what couples do? How was he supposed to interpret that? He didn’t think their lunch had gone over well, not to warrant more. At least Apo was an awkward bean pole.
To say that his nervous level increased substantially from an hour ago was the understatement of the century. He remained quiet, looked outside the window, and enjoyed the soft jazz playing in the car. Mile seemed in no hurry either.
The mall itself as alit with holiday music, stores decorated, lights, glimmer, happiness. He couldn’t control the smile that came to his face.
“I love Christmas.”
“Me too, it’s crazy it’s around the corner already.”
“Are you one of those early shoppers?” Apo teased; arms crossed as he held his camera bag over his shoulder. In the event that they broke off, he had all his stuff with him. The camera was his lifeline
Mile shook his head, ran a hand through his hair as he looked sheepish, “I won’t be able to head home for the holidays this year. My band got a little gig around then…it’s a big break and—"
“—You want to send something home? I get it, let’s get started,” Apo’s expression turned serious mission time. That had Mile reciprocating the smile and eyebrows raised contently.
How cute was this guy? It was a mutual friend that recommended he go on this date. Mile almost said no, told who it was, and immediately changed his mind. He had seen Apo’s work around campus, at music performances, he was captivating.
Mile knew firsthand he had partners tell him he was selfish to not think about his family. To only think of himself. And here was Apo, just ready & able to help him.
“I don’t know, I’m pretty indecisive.”
“I’m not. Come on,” Apo’s hand grabbed Mile’s wrist, not realizing the action as he dragged the man behind him into the nearest store.
Each store they went to, they spoke a little extra about one another. Favorite color, style, brand. It was comfortable & warming.
They spent what seemed hours trying on little hats, accessories, modeling for one another. The stop by the make up booth had Apo testing some gloss onto his hand, stare at it.
“Why is this so sparkly? Why would you need this kind of gloss?”
“You might want to make your partner sparkle when you kiss them, the literal seeing stars.” Mile made a jazz hand action that earned him a shove & laugh.
“Goof, come on who’s left?”
Apo’s camera strap slipped again. Itwas worn down, loved, clearly tattered that it slipped to his elbow more than once. Mile noticed it.
“Ah, upstairs, my brother has this camera that needs a strap
Saluting Mile, Apo held out his hand that was filled with heat of a paler one instantly. The crowd had increased, and he didn’t want to lose Mile. Or that was his excuse.
Bob & weaving, they made it to the store and Apo went to exploring. He should different ones to Mile, flashed a smile at one in particular, it was brown leather, embossed with little decorations.
“If you had to pick one, which one would you recommend?” Mile’s voice flittered into his ear. That made Apo snap his head to the side, noticed how close the other was to his side and he swallowed.
“Uh the one I was looking at is so expensive.”
"How much?"
"2000 Baht"
Mile just waved his hand, “Which one? He’s worth it.” He vaguely said ‘he’. Then saw Apo point to it. Before he could say anything else, Apo glided to another spot to check sale straps, probably for himself.
Purchasing the item silently, had the clerk wrap it up, Mile walked to stand behind Apo again, the younger mumbling under his breath what seemed calculations. Adorable.
He reached to grab the camera bag from Apo, who seemed distracted enough to let him do it, and quickly replaced the strap. About to put it back on the shoulder, Mile kept it and hands to pockets, “Ready?”
“Sorry…hey! My camera—”
“Huh? Oh, I just took it because it almost fell again. And you were focused,” He nodded to the straps, Apo’s nose wrinkled, which he smiled at. “What?”
“They’re so expensive. Oh well. Get something?” Apo immediately pointed, curiously as a cat to peek, not noticing that it was his old strapped hidden away while a new one adorned Mile’s shoulder.
Mile hummed as he tilted his head up, “You could say I’ve made an investment.”
Apo tilted his head to the side, curious, shrugged then out he went, indifferent to Mile carried his bag. Which was odd for him. He was practically feral over it.
A glimmer caught Apo’s eye that was on the higher level, he pointed to it with a bouncing excitement, “Can we?”
"Can we what?"
"See the decorations? I'll understand if you're busy and want to leave." Apo immediately chided his inner child with a stoic expression.
Mile wordlessly offered his hand, “Lead the way.” And felt another jerk of his heart at their joined hands, taking the risk to interlace them as Apo pulled him to the escalators.
The droplets of rain that hit the windowpane sounded like white noise, intense to subtle, fingers matched the rhythm unconsciously.
Tapping and clicking buttons on a laptop, paused to stifle a yawn, palms fisted against eyes.
How was he still functioning? Correct answer? He wasn’t. The time? It was 11PM.
He should have been at home.
A brief pause in his thoughts, Apo looked to the other occupants of the university library. Two making out on a couch, and two on separate tables with the notable hunch of concentration.
Beauty was a complex concept to comprehend, to brand. They say it depends on the eye of the beholder, the subject, and the reaction.
Mile could never find himself terribly impressed by anyone.
The models, they all blended the same, glided around like swans, or wannabes geese, chins jutted out.
Painted pouty lips, bright eyes, knock off of one another.
The runway was the chop of the ax. Mile always situated himself up front to get a close angle, analyze, determine if they deserved to keep their contract or not. They worked hard yet failed.
He vehemently & adamantly refused.
His friends woke the neighbors with their commotion, dressed him, dragged him, threw him from the car & left him stranded outside of the cafe on campus.
It was the owner, Mile, that held his full attention now.
The minute they made it inside, it was Apo that had grasped onto Mile’s shoulders, heard the jock let out a sound of surprise as he was pressed to the front door, lips glued instantly to Mile’s.
Tongues swirled, twisted, even caught Apo by surprise when Mile’s decided to trace his teeth like a toothbrush, had him groan openly and not care of the drool that dripped at the corner of his mouth.
~Love So Soft~ MA AU
(Venue Owner x Singer)
For: @its_just_Thu ❤️
Who wouldn’t enjoy the hundreds of adoring fans, cheering, chanting, and coming from near and far to see you?
The banners, the merchandise, the support.
Mile understood the appeal of being famous.
The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the performance.
He dreamt of it. Secretly. In his apartment. Alone.
A novice guitar player, Mile knew he had no chance at making it big. Skill not up to par with local bands, he preferred to stick to playing at friend gigs or the bar near the theater after hours. He played for the music, the freedom.