Yeah. Anyways

i've heard it's his birthday

hey ! i'm a big fan of your works on ao3, you have such amazing writing !

Oh! That’s very kind of you, thank you 🥹

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 22, 2022.

Recipient: @Viralaine (Prompt)

Summary: When the solution unveils an even greater problem! Sorta.

Freshly showered, skincare routine completed, and hair fully dried, Khun was finally ready to sleep.

He stepped into the bedroom with a yawn and froze when he saw Bam buried under the mattress, wrestling with something under it.

"Bam?" he cautiously called out. "What are you doing?"

Bam fumbled for a couple more seconds before popping out with a big exhale. "Oh! Hi, Khun-ssi. Just setting up the elastic."

Khun looked between the bed and Bam's face, the gears spinning at full throttle in his head, trying to make sense of what he just heard. "Elastic..."

"Yeah!" Bam placed his hands on his hips and puffed his chest out. "I think I've solved our biggest problem!"

Khun was still confused.

He approached his side of the bed and grabbed the edge of the bed cover. "Ooookay. I'm sure it's very— What the—?" He had to tug hard to get them to budge and it snapped back into place as soon as he let go.

He narrowed his eyes at Bam who was grinning at him.

"See? I used your suspenders to hold the sheets and comforter together from underneath. You won't be able to steal them like this!"

Khun's eye twitched but he pushed down the annoyance of his suspenders most likely being stretched out of shape forever. He was tired and didn't get many chances to go to sleep at reasonable hours. He hoped this was worth the sacrifice.

With a sigh, Khun shoved the covers down enough to for him to slide in. It felt weird to have the covers stretched over him like this, leaving a gap at his back that made him feel exposed.

He tossed around a few times before tiredness overcame his discomfort and he finally fell asleep.

Khun slowly woke up to the light of morning and sighed at the comforting warmth on his back, burying further into it.

Warm air puffed against the back of his neck and a weight around his waist tightened.

Wait.

Khun's whole body stiffened when he realized the warmth was actually Bam, still fast asleep and curled up against him.

He had a few choices to pick from. He could slowly peel himself away from Bam and pretend this never happened. He could feign sleep until Bam woke up, moved away on his own, and then pretend this never happened. Or, he could stop being a coward and just confess that he likes it when they wake up like this.

Nope. Too embarrassing.

Khun tried to slide away from under Bam's arm but he was pulled back in. He tried lifting Bam's hand but it tightened around his shirt and wouldn't let go.

There was no escaping now.

He realized that Bam's solution had put them in a real conundrum.

Yes, Khun was a blanket thief, but it was because Bam a notorious sleep snuggler.

sometimes I like to imagine that Wangnan's brain functions like a telltale game

05/18/23

rb to give him a knife for his birthday

Painter AU where Khun Eduan hires famous painter Jinsung Ha and his two apprentices Karaka & Jue Viole Grace to paint portraits of his entire family. Jinsung tends to get in the zone and work late, so it takes Jinsung an embarrassing amount of time to notice and comment that Viole cut his hair. Viole says that Khun cut his hair for him, but which one? At this point Viole has observed, sketched and painted so many Khuns that they all just blend together. Will Viole be able to find the Khun who cut his hair? (ง˙o˙)

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @ylge_ (Prompt)

Summary: Khun reluctantly dressing in pink for a Barbie movie date with Bam (he likes it in the end)

“I think this shirt is a little too small for me,” Khun complained as he tugged at the front of his shirt. It was pink. Well, it had been red when he first bought it years ago, but the color faded after the croc ruined his laundry by throwing in a towel soaked in cleaning product.

Bam was wearing a pink hoodie and torn pink jeans, and he looked comfortable as can be. Khun was kinda jealous.

“You had time before the showing to pick up a new shirt but you insisted you already had one.” Bam grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the theater.

“And I do.” Khun pouted, but let himself be dragged.

“I promise you’ll enjoy the movie and forget all about your shirt. C’mon!”

Khun grumbled, but followed his boyfriend. They melded into the crowd full of people who were also wearing pink.

===

By the time the movie ended, Khun’s discomfort was long forgotten. Hearing Bam giggle and sputter had been a treat, and he admittedly found a lot of it pretty ridiculously funny himself.

“So? What did you think?” Bam asked, squeezing Khun’s hand as they followed the sea of pink out to the parking lot.

Khun shrugged. “It was funny.”

Bam nudged his side playfully. “I heard you laughing multiple times.”

Khun pulled him closer and put an arm around Bam’s shoulders. “Alright, it was really good. Not award-winning good, but… pretty entertaining.”

Bam laughed and leaned into his boyfriend. “That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Khun smiled and let Bam lace their fingers together. “I’ll try anything for you.”

Far Away

“Just one chance, just one breath

Just in case there's just one left”

You’re not going to tell me this man doesn’t have daily dreams about Bam and how he couldn’t save him even though he plan for everything

Thank you and goodbye✂️