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“Babe, can I borrow your phone for a second?”
“Sure,” Chay agreed easily, handing it over without even glancing up at Kim. “What for?” he asked a moment later, preoccupied with something on his laptop.
“...I’m googling something,” Kim replied, a beat too late. Chay looked up at him, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
“What?” Chay asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Hmm?”
“What. Are. You. Googling?” Chay spelled out overly patiently, refusing to break eye contact.
“Um…” Kim hesitated, internally cursing himself for not thinking this far ahead. It wasn’t entirely his fault though, as Chay wasn’t usually suspicious in the slightest, especially of Kim.
“Give it,” Chay demanded, setting his laptop off to the side and leaning over Kim to try and grab his phone.
“Wait,” Kim protested, holding the phone out of Chay’s reach. “I just need to look at something!”
“P’Kim!” Chay groaned in exasperation, hitting him lightly on the arm. He eventually just clambered over Kim’s legs to reach for the phone. Kim strained slightly to keep it out of Chay’s grasp, scrunching his face up as he did so.
Chay leaned in to kiss him, surprising him enough that he didn’t realize his hand was lowering until the phone was snatched away from him. Chay climbed off him with a self-satisfied smirk, returning to his previous position on the couch. He placed his computer back in his lap, shoving his phone underneath the thigh that was farthest from Kim. He internally scoffed at that, amused that Chay thought he wouldn’t take any available excuse to associate with his thighs. He purposefully dug a hand under the wrong thigh, flashing Chay a grin when he rolled his eyes and swatted his hand away.
“No phone for you,” Chay reprimanded, leveling him with a stare.
“I just wanted to google something!” Kim insisted, trying to come up with what he was supposedly googling.
“Where’s your phone?” Chay asked pointedly, still looking suspicious.
“It died,” Kim invented. “It’s charging in the bedroom. All the way over there,” he emphasized, scooting a little closer to Chay.
“Okay,” Chay shrugged, pulling his phone out from under his thigh. Kim carefully kept his face schooled in a neutral expression, being sure not to give anything away. A moment later, he jumped when his phone started ringing, the sound clearly coming from his own pocket. Chay gave him a sarcastically confused look, even giving an exaggerated nod towards the ringing phone.
Kim sighed, pulling his phone out. He accepted the call and greeted Chay with a quick “I can’t talk right now. My boyfriend’s bullying me.”
Chay rolled his eyes and hung up on him. The nerve. “You’re the one bullying me,” Chay argued, looking slightly put out.
“I’m not!” Kim protested.
“You are,” Chay shot back. “You keep trying to get my phone, and it’s very obvious why.”
“I just want to see it for a second,” Kim coaxed.
“No way.”
“Babeeeee,” Kim complained, leaning his head on Chay’s shoulder. “Please?”
“Find it yourself,” Chay snorted, flicking him on the forehead.
“I could,” Kim maintained. It was obviously very rude of Chay to doubt his detective skills. Honestly.
“Sure,” Chay humored him, managing not to snort again.
“I could,” Kim repeated, tone indignant.
“Babe. You can not find my stan twitter,” Chay insisted. He blinked. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Give me a hint,” Kim prodded.
“No.”
“Just one?”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
Kim huffed, slumping against the back of the couch. “I’ll find it on my own,” he reiterated, unable to keep a slight note of hurt out of his tone. Chay caught the emotion and shifted slightly, knocking his knee against Kim’s.
“Is this really a big deal to you?” His tone was one of disbelief.
“It’s fine,” Kim deflected, trying to smile. Chay gave him a look, letting him know that his attempt at redirection had fallen flat.
“P’Kim,” Chay coaxed. “C’mon, what is it?”
“I don’t know,” Kim tried to dance around the topic. “I guess I just feel weird that you don’t want me to see it.”
“Of course I don’t want you to see it,” Chay replied, incredulous. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” Kim argued. “It’s no different from all the pictures of me in your room.”
“That was also embarrassing,” Chay shot back. “And I did not show that to you. You broke into my room after showing up at my house unannounced to spy on me.”
Kim winced at that, unable to come up with a good comeback. “I thought we’d moved past that?” was what he came up with, knowing it wasn’t the best argument.
“You brought it up,” Chay pointed out, snorting. Fair. “And I seriously don’t need a repeat of that.”
“Why?” Kim asked, after a beat. “It wasn’t embarrassing.” Chay gave him another look. “It wasn’t,” he insisted. “It was sweet,” he added as an afterthought, mumbling somewhat. A small smile appeared on Chay’s face, though he tried to hide it. “What do you think’s gonna happen if I find it?” he pressed.
“Um, I’ll be really embarrassed?” Chay offered. “You’ll be super freaked out by it?”
“I won’t,” Kim asserted, taking one of Chay’s hands. “And I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide stuff from me. That’s why it feels a little weird.” Chay nodded at that, thinking it over.
“I don’t want to hide stuff from you,” he confided, running his thumb over Kim’s knuckles. Kim smiled to himself at that, a feeling of warmth spreading in his chest. “But it’s really embarrassing,” Chay continued, after a beat. Kim actually laughed at that, unable to help himself and unwilling to even try when it was just him and Chay.
“What if I do find it myself?” Kim offered. “And I promise not to make fun of you for anything on there,” he promised. “Too much,” he tacked on a second later, just to be safe.
“Do whatever you want,” Chay responded, snorting slightly. “You’re not gonna find it.”
“I will,” Kim insisted. “...but you could at least tell me something. Like, have you ever tweeted at me?” Chay rolled his eyes at that. “Have I ever tweeted at you?” he questioned, knowing that would narrow things down much more significantly.
“Hmm,” Chay hummed, pretending to consider the question.
“Have I ever liked one of your tweets? Or did you like any of mine?” Kim pressed on, leaning in towards Chay as he spoke.
“P’Kim!” Chay protested, laughing at this point.
“Is your name at least on there somewhere? Or your picture?” he questioned, knowing that would make it much easier to figure out.
“P’Mae already asked both of those,” Chay pointed out, deliberately not repeating the answer.
“Right,” Kim remembered, thinking back to the conversation they’d all had at Mae’s office. No identifying information. Great. “What’s your profile pic then?” he asked, brow furrowing slightly when Chay just squirmed in his seat. “Is it me?” he teased, raising an eyebrow and jerking his chin in Chay’s direction. Chay blushed at that, refusing to say anything. So that was obviously a yes. “Am I in your handle too?” he asked, leaning in closer, satisfied when Chay’s blush darkened and he swatted Kim lightly on the arm.
“None of your business,” Chay scolded, refusing to make eye contact.
“You said I could find it,” Kim reminded him. Chay snorted at that, shaking his head slightly.
“If I told you all that, I might as well just send you the link,” he observed.
“Works for me,” Kim shot back, grinning.
“I’ll answer one of them,” Chay offered.
“Five,” Kim countered immediately, aiming high so that Chay would budge at least a little.
“Three,” Chay came back with, which was the best Kim figured he was likely to do.
“Deal.”
“You can choose them, but they have to be yes or no questions,” Chay told him, causing Kim to curse internally and abandon all three of the questions he’d just come up with. “And that’s all you get. If you can’t find it with that, too bad,” he said in a sweet tone. Rude.
“Fine,” Kim agreed, already running through his list of questions to try and narrow them down. “Okay,” he started slowly. “Have either of us liked each other’s tweets?”
“That’s two questions!” Chay protested, shaking his head with a fond smile.
“It’s not!”
“Of course it is! You just combined them into one,” Chay doubled down.
“Fine,” Kim huffed. “Have I ever liked one of your tweets?” There was a beat of silence before Chay responded.
“...Yes,” he finally said, reluctantly. Kim grinned.
“What was it?”
“That’s not a yes or no question!” Chay deflected. “C’mon, next one, let’s go.”
Kim thought for a moment before coming up with another. “I already know there aren’t any photos of you on there.”
“Is that a question?”
“So am I your profile picture?” he asked, leaning in further and raising an eyebrow. Chay’s mouth dropped open instantly and he turned red so quickly Kim was taken aback.
“No!” he insisted hotly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“...Are you sure?” Kim asked, after he’d waited a moment for Chay to explain further.
“I’m sure!”
“So why are you blushing?” Kim questioned, tilting his head slightly.
“I’m not!” Chay started, fumbling somewhat when he realized that line of reasoning wasn’t going to work. “I mean, I am, but you’re not my profile picture.” Kim just raised his eyebrow at that, urging Chay to go on. “...You used to be?” he eventually squeaked out, refusing to make eye contact with Kim. Kim just smiled at that, feeling even more infatuated at how cute Chay was when he was embarrassed.
“You changed it?” He put on a tone of mock betrayal. Chay stopped avoiding his eyes in order to push him gently in retaliation. “What is it now?” he continued, still using the same tone. Chay just giggled at that, shaking his head.
“Not a yes or no question,” he reminded Kim. “And you only have one left. Make it good,” he challenged. Kim thought over his next question, oscillating between a few options as he weighed the pros and cons.
“Have you ever—” he started, before quickly abandoning that option. “Wait, no, nevermind. Are there any—nope, not that. Um…”
Chay was stifling laughter at this point, in an obvious betrayal of his supposed love for Kim. Unbelievable. He continued to think it over, eventually settling on a final question.
“Is my name in your twitter handle?”
“Kim?” Chay asked innocently.
“Stage name, stage name,” Kim corrected immediately. “Wik. Is Wik in your twitter handle?”
Chay shifted in his seat for a second. “Yes,” he admitted after a couple seconds, sounding more resigned than flustered. Kim leaned in to kiss him, not sure how to be reassuring at this moment.
“If you don’t want me to look for it…” he started, before Chay shook his head.
“It’s okay,” he said. “It is!” he repeated, insistent, when Kim gave him a questioning look. “It’s just a little embarrassing. But I know you won’t—I know it’ll be fine,” he amended, giving Kim a smile that let his shoulders relax. “Besides,” he added, “I’ll just go ahead and change all that now that I know that’s what you’re looking for.”
“No!” Kim objected immediately. “Not fair!” Chay giggled at him, swatting at his hand when Kim tried to pull him in closer. “Chay!”
“P’Kim!” Chay returned in the exact same tone, still giggling. Kim huffed at that.
“No changing anything until I find it,” he scolded, wagging a finger at Chay who continued to laugh at his expense. Betrayal.
“Fine, fine,” Chay agreed, trying to catch his breath after laughing for so long. “Good luck,” he added as an afterthought.
“Thank you.”
“You’ll need it.”