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together, they are crouching down; staring at their masterpiece that is a failed attempt of baking birthday cake for their respectable friend, seroja. she's not gonna be happy with this one, that's for sure.
kumara hums lightly, and pokes the pitiful creation they just made. βit will work, somehow.β
raung laughs loudly at that. because judging at the state of the cake, it does not sound like that. from beneath his pretty eyelashes, he peeks curiously.
βmm, i have my doubts.β says him.
βdo you trust me?β
πΈπ©π’π΅ π’ π΄π΅πΆπ±πͺπ₯ π²πΆπ¦π΄π΅πͺπ°π―. because raung does trust this boy with every inches of his beings. wholeheartedly, truthfully.
βi do,β raung says; eyes narrowing with worry. because his younger boyfriend can be bold and stupid sometimes, and today he does not want to find out the result of acting like both.
but then again, kumara is beaming. for seconds, raung forgets how to breathe. because the sun is bright but kumara and his confidence shines even brighter. the boy reaches out to intertwine their fingers and raung can't help but to smile back.
βthat's the only thing i need, then.β
βhuh?β
βyou, trusting me.β
he can sense upcoming headache, honestly. but as kumara turns his head to plant a soft peck on the corner of his lips, he thinks he can let kumara do whatever he want just for the day.
ππ£ππ ππ£, 11.14 am.