Thread by @Thewrightbros89

Classic Pop

They took a very long moment to take in one another. They had just completed what might be the last show related to KinnPorsche; the beach scene that held nostalgia and instead of being sad, their eyes were lit in amusement. The shared grin.

#Nnattawin #MilePhakphum

It was difficult to ascertain who broke character first. It was probably Mile. He had a tendency to just fall out of place because his emotions were worn on his sleeve. He couldn't help it. Mile was just emphatically cheerful, in tune with his surroundings, and read the room.

Practice and live shows were different and sometimes they kept elements of their own performances secretive to one another. It kept the relationship fresh, youthful, and it was definitely worth the surprise on performance days.

Today was one of those nights. They played their roles as KinnPorsche expertly like it was secondhand knowledge and just continued with the show. He want to his dressing room to change for his first number. It was going to just be him - no Apo by his side. He was nervous.

He knew he was not being unreasonable in his nerves. Mile performed but normally with his beau at his side readily in his view or within reach that he could easily tap into. It was like his lucky charm that helped him to meditate. Everything they did, they did together.

Apo was rooting for him, was giving him confidence to handle his show and that he was going to be the best he could be because he was Mile. Mile always gave 110 percent. He popped out of the room, hair coiffed and in his outfit. They'd hand him his guitar on stage - no Apo yet.

Fidgeted with the collar of his jacket as he'd been handed a mic to clip on, adjusting when a pair of hands came to do it for him and he sagged his shoulders, "Thanks I--Po?"

"Mile?"

"What're you wearing?"

"My outfit for my number!"

The younger bounced on his feet that were clad in bright yellow, made Mile's brow quirk in curiosity as his eyes trekked the blue and yellow suit to the ends of the sleeves that appeared like a feather boa was sacrificed to make it. It was so uniquely Apo - he loved it.

"It's--"

"It's me right?" Apo's smile was blinding and really left no room for argument or discussion. He embraced the 'being cute' side of himself more often than not and it warmed Mile to the core.

The fact that Apo was comfortable and he helped made Mile feel good.

"It's totally you."

"This look is very you. Classical, refined, and just waiting to wow everyone," Apo remarked as he finished clipping the mic to Mile's collar. His eyes looked over Mile as he reached to pluck a loose yellow fluff sheepishly, "Oops. This sheds a little."

Mile let out a laugh to the younger man, it was difficult to remember anything that was stressing him out when Apo was around. He was convinced Apo was magical to appear when he needed him. His confidante, his partner, his everything. Mile poked Apo's nose, "Let me keep it."

Blinking, Apo held up the tiny yellow plume that Mile took, kissed and tucked into his pocket; his eyes widened and he gave a playful punch to Mile's arm, "Seriously? What a flirt!"

"I want to keep something of yours on me tonight, babe. Even a little feather."

"Why?"

"If I feel nervous during my song, I'll close my eyes and remember the feather and smile."

Apo snorted in a shy manner, gently pinched Mile's cheek before soothing it with his thumb in the next moment, "Sap Phakphum. Absolute sap."

"I'm aware. Think I'm cool?"

"The coolest."

The way Apo didn't even hesitate made Mile perk up in gratitude to the stars, the heavens, and the deities for giving him someone who understood and accepted him. They were two halves of a coin that flipped still worked together and held value.

"Is my outfit really okay?"

His eyes peeked into Apo's as he could see it was the other's turn to be fidgety. Even though Mile hadn't seen it initially, only bits and pieces of Apo's number as he practiced it at home before shooing Mile out of the room, he knew it'd work with this attire. He nodded.

Lifted his own hand to brush a lock of hair from Apo's eye, hovered his hand over a cheek and longed to touch it but the make up crew would flip out at them as he nodded, "You're going to just pop and lock it."

"Are you teasing me Mile?"

"I thought that was obvious, Po."

"Three minutes Mile!"

Both turned to look over Apo's shoulder, Mile took in a breath as this was becoming a reality. One of the staff came over to hand him his guitar which Apo took and gave a grateful nod to them.

"Po?"

"Arms up."

Compliant as he normally was, Mile held up his arms to loop the guitar strap over his head and Apo made sure his hair wasn't messed up in the slightest. His love always attentive to him.

Apo adjusted the strap so it was comfortable on his neck, the way Mile used it. Amazing.

"Perfect."

"You? Yeah...you are Apo."

"Phakphum stop with the flirting! You're going to make me lose focus."

Mile didn't care as he hooked his guitar out of the way a moment, looped his hand about that lithe waist to tug forward till they were nose to nose, a beaming smile.

Apo allowed the hold, fell into it easily as Mile somehow snuck his hand underneath his jacket to hook against his white tank and he paused to stare into those eyes.

"I mean it. My charm, my Po. You'll be amazing."

"We'll be amazing."

"You're right, WE will be amazing."

Pleased with the response, Apo snuck a tiny peck to glossed over lips that were going to sing and perform before nudging the other towards the stairs, "Shoo already. Shoo."

"To be continued my little donut?"

"Mile that was too corny."

"Don't you mean hole-y?"

Apo just watched as Mile got chided by the staff as he practically sprinted over to his place on stage before the lights went up. He noticed the other glance in his direction and his heart beat louder.

A secretly blown kiss, doting eyes, and his form read 'I love you'.

Any semblance of doubt at his own ability and talent was dispelled instantly at recalling how Apo said 'they' would be amazing. It was true. They would be because they had one another.

He peeked, noticed the stance and winked back to the man as he plucked the strings.

Just before the curtain pulled back and the lights turned on, a stray spotlight flashed to Apo as he whispered, "I love you," and he could see Apo's lips pulled happily on his features before it disappeared with the brighter lights on himself.

Mile knew that Apo heard his whisper, the illumination of features that he would go home with, sleep next to, and dutifully wake up to seeing in their kitchen in his favorite pair of red shorts as he fixed them up breakfast while humming 'Fly Me To The Moon'.

He would never tire of it.

Just because he was more of a classical soul to Apo's energetic pop of color, it didn't mean they didn't work. They were their own brand of music, their own bond, their own worlds.

Mile waved and beamed to his fans. Heart forever light.

-Done

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