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“Apparently,” is Pang’s first word as he enters the room, “you have a super cool boyfriend.” He’s looking proud and goofy, a telling smirk on his face and his cute dimples in full display.
Wave raises a brow, unimpressed, and then gives his attention back to his notebook. “Is that so?” he asks, sarcastically. “I’d like to meet him. My current boyfriend actually left the unwashed dishes in the sink this morning.”
He can’t see Pang’s expression, but his appalled sigh is enough of an answer. Pang puffs. “Shit. Sorry.”
Wave snorts. “It’s fine. You had few hours of sleep, you must have been tired.”
“It was my turn,” he retorts.
Wave turns to look at him again, and gives him a kind smile. “It’s fine, really. I was just kidding.” That has Pang smiling too as a result. He walks towards him and sits onto his lap, his legs on both sides of the chair. Wave arranges his hair in a way that feels less like he just walked out of bed and more like he’s just a carefree kind of dude who doesn’t spend much time caring about his hairstyle. “Who told my boyfriend that he’s super cool?” he asks, his inflection purposely raising on the last two words, mocking him.
Pang giggles. “The kids who came to the presentation at the Potential Police’s station.”
Wave can’t suppress a fond smile, and keeps coddling his hair to avoid looking at him straight in the eyes as he says: “It’s understandable. They look up to you. You’re their hero.”
Pang grabs his wrist to stop his fingers from ruffling his hair, and Wave finds himself lowering his look, finding Pang’s waiting for his. He kisses the back of his hand and sends him a grin. “Thanks,” he says, and then adds: “that doesn’t put any sort of pressure on my shoulders whatsoever.”
Wave snorts. He places his index on the back of his thumb, brings them close to Pang’s forehead and then smacks him with his fingernail. “Heroes eventually fall, because they’re ideals that can’t always win. You’re allowed to make mistakes. It’s important that they know even someone like you can fail sometimes.”
Pang smiles fondly, his eyes softening as he hears his words. “Someone like me?” he asks, with a malicious look on his face.
Wave clicks his tongue against his palate. “Yeah. Someone like you.”
“What kind of person would that be?” Pang asks, as he smirks, places his fingers around Wave’s neck and gets his ass closer to Wave’s crotch.
Wave sticks his tongue on the inside of his cheek in the attempt not to show any reaction. “Someone annoying,” he tries, “and stubborn, and arrogant. Someone who thinks they have the weight of the world on their shoulders.”
Pang smiles at him, apparently pleased with his description.
“Someone...” Wave lowers his look, and gently grabs Pang’s hips with his hands. “Someone who would put themselves in danger to do the right thing. Someone who never gives up.”
He doesn’t see Pang’s expression, but he doesn’t have to, to know that he’s still grinning like an idiot, his mouth turned into a smug curve showing his complacency. In the span of a couple of seconds, Wave finds himself completely surrounded by Pang, his legs suddenly around his ankles, his arms around his shoulders and Pang’s face hidden by the crook of his neck. He gives him some chaste kisses on his skin and inhales loudly, as if he’s intoxicated by Wave’s smell. He doesn’t answer anything back, but Wave can recognise a grateful Pang when he holds one in his arms anyway.