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Khun is known to keep a calm and collected aura around him. But when something unexpected happens, it creates a massive crack in his composure. Bam is something unexpected.
“Yo, Bam!”
Bam smiled as he turned around, having recognized the voice instantly. “Oh, Khun! What’s up?”
Khun gestured with a thumb. “Wanna train with me?”
“Sure!” Bam was excited. He wanted to see his friend’s progress and cheer him on. He paused for a moment so that Khun could catch up and walk side by side with him to the training room.
Once they entered and closed the room, Bam moved to the side so they could do their own respective thing, but Khun called out to him.
“Bam, let’s spar.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Just good old fashioned close combat. Sound good to you?”
Bam narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Is this because you know my close combat is one of my weaker aspects?”
“Well, it’s precisely that it's one of your weaker aspects that you have to train and practice, don’t you think?” Khun grinned at him.
Bam grumbled, but then nodded.
Both boys stood on the opposite side of the room, stretching out their limbs and warming up.
Bam wanted to just glance here and there at Khun to subtly observe what he was doing, but then suddenly his attention locked on to something else entirely.
Khun was wearing a black tank top paired with light gray jogging pants that ended up a bit above his ankles. His hair was tied back and up with a familiar blue ribbon.
Khun looked great, as he always did. But that wasn’t the problem that Bam was currently having an existential crisis over.
Skin.
Too much of it was exposed thanks to that outfit. Bam could not stop his eyes from unconsciously rippling up and down his best friend’s body, taking in the lithe body but the obvious signs of muscle on it.
“Bam? Earth to Bam?”
Bam snapped out of his funk real quick. “W-what? Sorry, I was just spacing out.”
Khun looked at him for a moment, before shrugging and doing one last arm stretch. “Okay, whatever you say. You ready?”
“Yep!” And with that, both boys got into a ready position.
There was a beat of silence, before they both rushed forward.
Honestly, against an FUG slayer candidate, Khun wasn’t doing too bad. He was deflecting and dodging Bam’s blows like it didn’t take much effort to do so. However, it was also vice versa.
Khun’s jabs were quick and powerful, as expected from a trained killer from one of the 10 great families, but Bam had no issues blocking and retaliating.
In the slayer’s eyes, it was like watching in slow motion. He could see everything. Khun’s fist flying toward his face, him ducking and glancing up to see where the next hit was coming next.
Khun’s eyes coming closer and closer. Glittering with resolve and a bit of mischief.
Too blue.
And suddenly, Bam was on the floor.
In that moment, Khun had taken advantage of his distraction and decided to stop the long trading of blows with a well-timed tackle, knocking both of them to the floor.
Both of their breathing came in quick gasps. Khun smirked victoriously from his position on top of Bam, his arms placed on each side of the other’s head.
“For a slayer candidate, I thought you would put up more of a fight than that,” Khun teased. Bam was about to retort, but he suddenly noticed when Khun, either unconsciously or subconsciously, leaned a bit forward.
Something within Bam snapped.
Bam surged upwards, and Khun, taken by surprise, could only let the momentum take him and fall backwards with a noise that shot straight to Bam’s chest and maybe somewhere else.
Bam’s hand had grabbed both of Khun’s wrists and pinned them to the ground. Khun struggled to break free, but Bam kept him there.
It went back and forth for a while, just Khun fighting to get out of Bam’s grip. When it became obvious that Bam wasn’t going to let up, Khun stopped and let out a frustrated puff of breath.
“Okay, fine, you got me. Can you let go of me now?” Khun asked, making eye contact with Bam, only to have his breath catch in his throat.
Bam was panting above him. Khun didn’t know why but just something about his expression made him feel as if there was no escape at all, even when Bam let go of his wrists to place his hands to the sides of Khun’s head.
Bam felt a flash of dejavu. He’s done something like this before. With a certain girl. But with Khun, the feeling was the same. But somehow, looking into Khun’s cobalt eyes and drowning in its sea, it was magnified to the point where it was almost impossible to resist an impulse.
So he didn’t.
“Bam? What are you- ?!” Khun was successfully shut up by a pair of lips that suddenly pressed against his.
Holy shit.
Khun’s eyes that were like the endless skies widened for a brief moment, before sliding closed.
The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, because suddenly they both jolted away with the realization of what they had just done.
They stared at each other.
A few seconds pass.
And then they are both scrambling and blurting out flustered apologies, blushes very prominent on their faces.
Later that day, Bam will be laughing at the hilarity, while Khun will be stuttering like there is no tomorrow while simultaneously trying to make the former shut up.
Later that day, with their foreheads pressed together in the privacy of a bedroom, golden sunsets will be looking into the blue ocean, creating vast paintings of each other.