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Pharm was restless.
It was a random night of May when he had jolted awake from his sleep, sweat trickling down his forehead and his heartbeat weirdly fast. No, he didn’t dream of Korn and In. Pharm knew they were long gone and happy on their own now, this must’ve been some kind of sick joke.
He wanted to call his P’Dean, hear his voice that can surely lull him to sleep, but he decided not to. The swim team’s president was as tired as he can possibly be these last few weeks since finals are coming up and so was the competition they had fully prepared for. Pharm can’t afford to wake him at one in the morning just because of his weird dilemma.
So, he stands up from his bed and went for his phone which was on the bedside table and opened it, browsing on his gallery, he smiles upon seeing pictures of him and his loving boyfriend. He just can’t help but be amazed with the fact that they were soulmates.
It still doesn’t sink in him that they have this inseparable bond that ties them together for as long as they can remember.
Stopping at one particular picture, which happened to be taken that day. That fateful day after three months of longing and missing each other, Pharm was finally back in Dean’s arms and no other feeling could ever give him the exact same warmth that his P’Dean gives him. With that, Pharm wonders.
“When will P’Dean properly propose to me?”
-
A few days after that incident, Pharm had the afternoon classes and Dean volunteered to drop him off, which resulted to Dean arriving at his condo at eight in the morning to have breakfast. The tall and tan-skinned senior arrived with messy, slightly damp hair, his black backpack swinging in one arm and his white shirt loosely unbuttoned.
“Looks like someone rushed out of home.” Pharm comments, greeting his boyfriend by the door with a kiss.
“I missed you all week, and today’s the only day I can see you.” Dean adds, leaning in for another chaste kiss that sends Pharm in a daze first thing in the morning.
Pharm guides him inside, but Dean sure knows every nook and cranny of the condo as his own as he settles down at the edge of the bed, his bag dropping to the floor and his hands searching for Pharm’s.
The familiar warmth engulfed Pharm’s skin and it burned.
Dean doesn’t just make him feel warm, he burns him, in a good way, at least.
“What breakfast are you making?” Dean asks, still holding the small hand in his, staring at their intertwined fingers for too long.
“Well then, what would my president want?” Dean smiles. He’s just too cute.
Dean looks up to him, eyes searching for an answer. These days, the swim team president noticed some changes with his little lover.
Pharm gets irritated with the slightest change in things, such as the sweetness of the milk tea he used to like very much, or even the coldness of water from the canteen. These small things make Pharm go on pout mode and Dean was still clueless up to this date as to why.
Dean was very particular to whatever he says or does to Pharm. Heck, if Pharm wanted a star or ten, he would likely go and take one for him. The senior liked spoiling his baby as much as he wanted too, but somehow, he limits himself. Dean doesn’t know if he could still control himself when he’s full-on boyfriend to Pharm, he wants to cherish the little moments they have in college before stepping foot onto the real world, which is quite scary if you were to ask Dean.
As much as Dean would like to claim Pharm as his, he doesn’t want to paralyze his lover’s future. He knew how much education was important for Pharm and him as well, he was eager to be with Pharm all his life after all the waiting he has done.
But Pharm came first, and he will always be the last.
So, Dean settled by cradling Pharm in his arms whenever he stays over the night at the condo, he now considers his home.
Being a third year was as hard as it seems, plus the additional responsibility for Dean as the swim team’s president was putting a hold on his personal life as well. But that didn’t stop him, for he had found Pharm’s longing eyes that day of swim tryouts inside the pool hall, and he didn’t regret being president after all.
“P’Dean, I asked you. What would you like?” Pharm repeats, making Dean snap to reality with the question in hand.
“Hm, what about some burnt omelette?” He suggests, sending Pharm into a fit of laughter and giggles.
“You seriously took that 30 years after?”
“Of course, I did. Intouch served Korn burnt omelette and I guess I got used to it as well.” Dean pulled Pharm to his embrace, caressing the brown locks onto his fingers and feeling the steady breathing of Pharm against him.
“I love you, Pharm.”
The smaller boy was frozen in spot with the sudden profession of love and he smiles in the next second after, wrapping his slender arms around Dean’s upper body.
“I love you too, P’Dean.”
This is enough for now.
Pharm thinks to himself.
-
“Win,” Dean trails off, catching his best friend’s attention after their hour-long of swim practice. They were in the changing room, finally getting out from their wet clothes and changing into dry ones, preparing to go home.
“What is it?” Win answers, drying his hair with a towel and shutting off his locker with a loud thud. “That seems serious, what’s up Dean?”
“I have something to ask you.” The president says, settling down the small bench in the middle of the room.
“Shoot.”
“It’s about Pharm.” Win looks at him, concern in his eyes.
Never did Dean talked about Pharm after that fateful day he asked Win for advice. The vice-president knew how his best friend valued their privacy, but seeing and hearing that Dean is talking about his soulmate, Win knew it was definitely something serious.
“What do you want to talk about?
“I-I, Win, look. If I were to ask you if marriage is right at this time, would you agree with me?” Dean asks, tongue involuntarily swiping against his lips while waiting for an answer.
“It’s not, Dean. We’re in college, and our boyfriends are freshmen. Not everyone are soulmates like you and Pharm, but marriage seems to be not in the picture right now.” Win pauses, but continues once again, “I know, Dean, you love Pharm so much you would gather the stars for him. But it doesn’t sit right, not just with me but with everyone else. Imagine what the others would say – not that we care – but, Pharm will have eyes on him when he wears that ring on his ring finger and carries on your last name.”
“I know,” Dean says rather sadly. “But Pharm is my whole world, I feel like I’m going to lose him anytime I don’t propose to him. I’m scared, Win. Very.”
Win was shocked at how openly Dean talks about his feelings. A few months back, when Pharm and the rest of the freshmen were not yet in the picture, Dean is more of a closed book. He was silent and sent death stares to anyone that comes his way, but with Pharm’s addition to his life, the swim team’s president seemed to smile more often and you would catch him making jokes out of nowhere.
Pharm sure was a great addition to his life.
“Dean, you love Pharm right?” He asks.
“For the love of God, of course.”
“And you know he loves you too, right?”
“Yeah, he does.”
“Then what’s there to be scared of? Dean, the red thread may have been a challenge to you and Pharm but do not forget its powers. It bonds you two together, may it be in this lifetime or in the next one, it will always make the two of you meet.” Win says, placing an arm on Dean’s shoulder. “Don’t worry too much, buddy, I’m sure Pharm would understand why you aren’t proposing yet.”
“Thanks, Win.”
“Always welcome, Dean. Now let’s get our assess home before Team makes me buy a bunch of Lays again.”
With dry clothes and damp hair, the president and vice-president finally come out of the changing room, with Dean’s mind finally at ease and Win’s face with a smile, knowing he did a good job of advising his best friend.
-
Dean arrives home that night with a text from Pharm.
Pharm: Manaow is staying over at my condo tonight, P’Dean.
He smiles as he opens his bedroom door and placed his bag on the floor moving towards his wide and spacious bed. Dean types in a reply.
Dean: You guys enjoy, alright? I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning for school.
Pharm: Okay, P’Dean. Have a great night. I love you.
Dean: I love you too, my good boy.
On the other side of the phone, Pharm smiles in delight seeing his P’Dean’s reply, and Manaow, who was right beside him could only squeal with how the boyfriends were cheesy even in text. “You know Pharm, if I were you, I would’ve married P’Dean right away!”
Pharm laughs, but it then dies down and Manaow quickly notices her friend’s change in attitude. “Hey, Pharm? Did I say something wrong? You know I was joking right?”
She never knew Pharm would be offended by such a joke. Even before Pharm was in a relationship with Dean, Manaow had known of the swim team president at first glance, and afterward, became DeanPharm’s number one fangirl.
Manaow wonders why Pharm had a change in expression.
“Manaow,” Pharm says, his eyes landing on his friend with the softest expression Manaow had ever seen from Pharm. “Is it wrong if I want to claim P’Dean?”
“Claim him? Pharm, P’Dean is yours! We all know that.” She answers right away, afraid that her joke might’ve bothered Pharm.
“No, I mean, claim him. As in marrying him.”
“Of course, there’s nothing wr-.” She stops mid-sentence after realizing what Pharm had meant.
The boy’s eyes were brimming with tears as he was close to crying, and Manaow had her hand soothing Pharm’s hair. “Pharm, there’s nothing wrong about it. You and Dean have loved each other the moment you guys laid eyes on each other, but, marriage? Are you sure?”
Pharm can only be silent, the soft trickle of rain giving a light background sound to their conversation as the night begins to deepen, the moon shining above the balcony of Pharm’s condo.
“I may not be the best at pieces of advice, but Pharm, you do know P’Dean loves you so much, right?” Pharm nods, “I’m pretty sure he has plans up his sleeve, that will do you both good. Not paralyzing anyone’s future. You guys are like, the cutest couple, I mean yeah you are.” Pharm laughs at her statements.
“See! I made you laugh! But really, trust in him is all that you need to do, Pharm. I know P’Dean is a good guy, and he would do anything that would make you happy. He’s just worried about you too.” Manaow finishes off her words, pulling Pharm in a tight tight hug that the boy gladly returned.
I guess I’m thinking too much.
-
The topic came on the spot when Team had suddenly dropped the word ‘marriage’ in front of everyone else at the lunch table. Win, who knew what was on Dean’s mind eyes him angrily and Team asked, “What, Hia?” and rolled his eyes.
Manaow glanced over Pharm, who was looking down and fiddling with his hands, completely not touching his food for almost half an hour now. Deeply worried about her friend, and because Team knew nothing about the matter at hand, she tried to understand him and just joked about it.
“Team! Do you want to marry P’Win, already? Come on, wait ‘till you graduate.” She jokes and hits Team’s back, laughing.
Win gladly understood Manaow and joined in the fun. “That’s right, Team! How can I buy you all the Lays you want if I don’t have a job first?”
Del, who was at the far end of the table did not get a single thing, but when she steals a look at his older brother who was eyeing Pharm ever so serious, she knew that they were avoiding the topic.
Team snorts while drinking water, “I was not talking about me and Hia Win, Manaow. I was pertaining to them.” And then, all eyes were at Dean and Pharm, who were busy getting lost in each other’s eyes, just like how they did the first time they had stood close to each other at the bean aisle in the supermarket.
Dean, who was silent, took Pharm’s hand in his and gave him a soft smile. The freshman smiled in content, knowing how his P’Dean brought him so much comfort in times of need. He tightens his hold at their interlaced fingers and takes a deep breath.
The swim team caption knows, he is very much aware of how Pharm is waiting for him to propose, but you can’t blame him.
He can’t risk it. He doesn’t want to put a stop to their growing future.
Pharm came to Thailand for education, that was his primary goal when he left America. Having found Dean, his soulmate, was an addition to his plans and Dean was not even sure if after college, Pharm would stay in Thailand or leave for America again.
He was really scared of what’s to come.
Dean, on the other hand, was very keen about wanting to take over their family business. He was the eldest of the three children, and his parents very much rely on him to take over the work in a few years, and he was sure, very sure, Pharm was part of his plans.
But it felt like his heart would be torn into pieces if he was to know he wasn’t in Pharm’s plans.
“Pharm is still young, he has to go through a lot first before he makes decisions, Dean.” Pharm’s mom says, one time they were talking over the phone after he had dropped Pharm off and informed her.
“I know, Mae. That is why I don’t want to pressure him into marrying me just yet. I know it might sound too rushed, Mae, but you know how much I love Pharm.” She chuckles hearing the sweet words from Dean.
“I know, son. That is why you need to keep up with his whiny attitude when he gets all mushy and clingy with you. Pharm tends to get attached easily, that is how he is to you now. My son, he is, vulnerable. You need to treasure and take care of him for me, Dean.”
“I promise, Mae.”
“P-P’Dean, are you th-there?” Pharm’s distorted voice came from behind Dean as he saw his good boy awakened from his slumber.
“Tend to him, Dean. I sure you both will make good decisions; I hope to see you here in New York.”
Dean ends the call and walks toward the bed with a smile on his face, “Come here, my good boy.” And Pharm was in his arms.
“I’m pretty sure Pharm here, is very willing to marry me. Right, sweetheart?” Dean asks, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Pharm lights up, a smile on his face, and a beaming expression in his eyes, “You know I would, P’Dean.” Dean smiles bashfully as he pulled his Pharm in his embrace, settling for a tight hug instead of finishing their meals.
I need to make a decision sooner or later.
Dean was a man of few words, his eyes tend to convey the underlying emotions, and Pharm, well Pharm was the very one who understands him the most. Being soulmates, people might think they both tend to rely on their bond, but Dean and Pharm are not like that at all.
Their love was once challenged by the red thread, and they were very much aware that their love was real and not just because of the string of fate. Dean and Pharm promised to always express whatever they feel to each other, may it be good or bad, they always have one another.
Pharm, oh sweet Pharm was the only one who could read his P’Dean so well, it all just takes one look and it settles into place.
So, when the senior had locked eyes with him, Pharm well understood that Dean, his good and ever-loving P’Dean loves him for the world, and he is very much ready to spend the rest of his life with him.
Only that, he was growing impatient because the more Dean waits, the more Pharm doubts the senior’s feelings for him.
-
Dean dropped Pharm off his condo that same day, the senior insisting he stayed over the night because of his lover’s worries about the topic a while back. “Come on, Pharm. I don’t want you to be alone at times like these.”
Pharm smiles, taking Dean’s hand in his as they stopped just in front of his condo building’s entrance. The twinkle in his eyes was unmistakable with how he looked at his P’Dean with love and adoration in his eyes.
Dean liked Pharm’s smile, it could light up his world.
“P’Dean, I’m okay. Hmm? We’ll see each other tomorrow, won’t we?” The freshman reassures, giving the warm hand a light tug before letting it go to remove his safety belt.
“Let me just walk you to your room,” Dean suggests and Pharm can never say no.
As cliché as it may sound, Dean was a gentleman since day one. He always had his eyes glued on Pharm whenever they were together. His eyes laced with the smaller ones when they walk around campus or even in malls with their friends. They always come home together even if Pharm had brought his car, Dean would be glad to drive his boyfriend’s car and go back to university to get his own.
Pharm liked the idea of always being together, but somehow, things also changed. He wanted some time alone to think about what the future holds for both of them. He knew he might be too greedy to want to marry P’Dean at this time of their life, but what can he do? He loves the man so much his heart could explode.
The taller male had his hand around Pharm’s waist the entire ride of the elevator up to the eight floor, where Pharm’s room was. He was seriously worried about his little lover’s thinking but he knew Pharm was a person of his own. He was a strong person and Dean never doubted that.
When they were in front of Pharm’s room, Dean let him go and smiled at him. “Good night, Pharm. I’ll text you when I get home.”
The first-year nods his head in agreement, almost closing the door but Dean pulled him by the wrist for one last hug. The senior couldn’t help it. The overwhelming feeling was back and all he wanted to do was embrace Pharm in his arms, shower him with sweet nothings and watch him go to sleep cradled in his embrace.
“P’Dean, you should go home. It’s getting late.” Pharm says and Dean pulls away, looking at those twinkling doe eyes for one second and flashing a sweet smile.
“Good night, good boy.” He says one last time and finally, finally goes his way to the elevator and pressed the ground floor button as it closed.
Pharm has a small smile on the curve of is lips as he closed the door and plops down his bed. Dean’s touch still lingered on him and he liked the feeling, only that his greediness was wanting more of it and there’s nothing else that could satisfy him other than his P’Dean.
As both Dean and Pharm went to bed that night, their minds full of racing thoughts of different things.
The swim team captain on his phone searching up different proposal styles but settling for none because not even one appealed to him the slightest. He frowns at every idea that pops onto his device and closes it off, an uncontented look on his face.
“This is hard, Pharm needs to like it.” He says to himself, rolling over to the other side of the mattress as he thinks of what to do for his proposal.
After all, it needs to be special.
While Pharm, the sweet boy was on the comfort of his bed when his phone rang and showed him that his mom was calling.
“Mae? Isn’t it time to open the restaurant?” He answers right away, worried spread across his forehead even if his mom couldn’t see it.
“It’s okay, Pharm. How are you doing?” She asks, and Pharm smiles.
“I’m okay Mae, how about you and Phoom? He’s doing quite well in school, isn’t he?”
“Phoom’s grades are impressive thanks to you. Well, how about my son-in-law, isn’t he there with you?”
Pharm flushes red with the sudden question of Dean by his mother. He knows they call each other privately without him knowing, but this was too much! He couldn’t even keep still with the mention of his boyfriend’s name.
“Mae! P’Dean is at his own home. Why are you asking me that?” His mom laughs from the other end of the line, a contented sigh leaving her lips.
“I was curious, that’s all. He’s been at your condo a lot of times, Pharm, I know don’t be shy about it. I won’t be surprised if he moves in there.” She teased and this time, Pharm was as red as a tomato.
“Mae! P’Dean has his own home and his siblings need him. Moving in? No way!” Pharm nearly rolled of his bed, just thinking of Dean who was back home in his bedroom by the time his mom had called him.
“I was just teasing you na, Pharm.” She says with a soft giggle, “By the way, your finals are coming soon, right? Will you be visiting me?” The elder asks, eagerness in her voice.
How could Pharm say no to his mom? He misses him even after seeing each other just a few months back.
“We’ll see what we can do Mae, but if P’Dean isn’t available, I’ll make sure to pay you and Phoom a visit.” He answers, tucking himself on his comforter, ready for bed.
“Why isn’t Dean available? Isn’t he always with you?” She teases more and she could swear Pharm was now as red as a ripe tomato.
“Mae!” The young boy could only whine in response.
“I’m kidding, but if you both are free, come, hmm?”
“We will, Mae.”
“Go to sleep, son. I’m sure you’ve had a long day. Say good night to Dean for me too.” And the call was dropped.
Before Pharm turned out the bedroom lights, he typed in a LINE message to his boyfriend, who was now fresh out of the bathroom after his shower.
Pharm: Good night, P’Dean. Mae says we should visit her soon and wishes you a good night as well <3
Dean found it cute how Pharm liked to used emoticons instead of real emojis, the heart emoticon sent Dean into a fit of smiles as he toppled on the bed, the handsome smile never leaving his face as he stared at his device for a moment. He then types in a reply.
Dean: We should pay her a visit after finals, hmm? Good night na, Pharm. I love you.
Pharm: I love you too! Good night!
And both were off to sleep, Dean with worries about how to make his proposal special while Pharm with a contented sigh against his pillow.
-
It was dark and a bit chilly, and all he wanted was to be welcomed into the warm embrace of his boyfriend, who was by the way, fifteen minutes late.
Pharm stood at the swimming pool’s entrance for quite a while now as Dean promised to meet him outside after practice and take him home. The senior was always punctual and never missed a minute when it comes to meeting his boyfriend, but today was quite the opposite.
The first year had been a little late to the promised meet time and thought that maybe Dean was already out and waiting for him, but it wasn’t the case. Pharm had patiently waited for a while but now his face fell as the night slowly crept in and there was still no sign of the swim team president.
“Where are you P’Dean?” He mutters to himself, wanting to go inside the facility but was too afraid there were other people left inside so he settles on the stairs, his bright yellow backpack on his back.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone called his name which he thought was Dean but his boyfriend never had a high-pitched voice.
“Pharm!”
“Aow, Del! What are you doing here?” Pharm asks, seeing his friend panting from the run she had.
“P’Dean told me to come pick you up, he had an emergency to attend to with P’Win and Team so they left early.” Del states, an unconscious grin hiding from her friend as she held his arm and started dragging her towards the car.
“P’Dean texted you? How come he didn’t text me?” The young boy wonders, glancing over his phone to see no new messages from his boyfriend.
“I think he was in a hurry, he texted me like wrong spelled words.” She reasons out and opens the back door for Pharm.
“Oh, I’m seating here?”
“P’Alex is driving.” She answers, her cheeks turning a bit read mentioning the name of his lover.
When Pharm got inside, the senior greeted him with a small smile before turning to kiss Del on the check, “Where are we off to?” He asks.
“To Pharm’s condo.” Del answers with finality and Pharm was left to wonder where exactly Dean was.
-
“Damn it, Win! They’re almost here!”
Dean grumbled upon his best friend receiving a text from Del that they left the university a few minutes ago. The three swimmers were currently in Pharm’s condo, fixing up whatever the hell Dean had planned for tonight and surely, everything was not going according to plan.
“Hia! Get down here and let’s leave, I think it’s okay.” Team says, peeling Win away from where he was currently standing and bid their captain a goodbye and a good luck, oh and Win winked and whispered, make sure you keep the condoms in stock.
The swim team president only had an ample amount of time to change from his uniform to some casual clothes. Pharm was on his own casual attire because he came from a trip down to Siam with some of his cooking club members, they had to shop for an event they had orders of snack boxes to.
Dean looks around the room and curved a small smile, he knew this wasn’t as romantic or unique but he hoped that Pharm would like it. The soft glow of the fairy lights was the only light in the room, Dean and Pharm’s pictures hanged by some red strings all over the place and it looked like DeanPharm land for all he cared.
He cursed silently, seeing another text from his sister telling him they were almost there and that Dean had to turn off the lights or all will be doomed. He quickly shut off the lights and the curtain at the balcony and silently prayed Pharm wasn’t pissed off at him.
He had skipped practice with Win and Team today so he could go to his grandmother’s house to receive help with cooking and that went well, surprisingly, but arranging everything in the condo went haywire with the addition of the two noisy boyfriends.
The dinner composed some of Pharm’s (or rather In’s) favorite dishes that Grandma An gladly helped Dean prepare, and there were also some look choup on the side, which were star-shaped. Just like how Pharm liked to make for Dean.
Dean knew his cooking skills were not up to par with Pharm’s but surely, he had gone on an extra mile to make tonight special for the both of them (make that four). His grandmother also wished him a good luck for his plans, she was excited to hear how it will all go and Dean had promised to take Pharm to her the next day.
That is if all goes well and Pharm says yes.
Meanwhile, Del had shut off her phone after sending one last message to his oldest brother who was nervous upstairs while Alex parked the car in front of the lobby to drop Pharm off.
Delta: P’Dean! Pharm is on his way now! Su su na~
“Thanks for the ride home, P’Alex,” Pharm says with the cute smile and turned to his friend, Del. “Please tell P’Dean to text me or anything.” She nods her head excitingly as Alex snorts which Pharm found weird but gave no attention to it.
Pharm got down the car and waved goodbye to the other two as the vehicle got lost onto the busy roads of Bangkok. He sighs, looks at his phone and when he saw no new messages from his boyfriend, Pharm heaves another sigh.
“P’Dean how come you can text Del, but not me?” Pharm mutters to himself, his feet bringing him inside the condominium building an up to the eighth floor.
His head was hanging low as he made his usual slow walk to the now so familiar hallway, as he reached his room at the far end and plunged the key inside the keyhole, ready to be greeted by the emptiness of his room.
But to his utter surprise, it wasn’t dark nor was it empty.
Pharm almost dropped down his bag upon seeing the soft glow of lights with so many familiar pictures hanging from the ceiling. From their first month together, their trip to Kanchanaburi and even when he and Dean celebrated Christmas together.
It was such a sight.
But there was more than what had greeted Pharm from the entrance, in the middle of his big-looking but small room stood none other than his Dean, the love of his life looking effortlessly handsome, smiling at Pharm and his hands on his back.
“P’Dean?” Pharm’s voice echoed through the room, like he was unsure if it really was his boyfriend standing in front of him right now.
“Hello, my good boy.”
Not wasting any time, the first year found himself in Dean’s embrace the second after he had heard his pet name slip out of his boyfriend’s lips.
No one said a word, it was just Dean and Pharm basking in each other’s arms for a while, enjoying the calm and soothing effect it gave both of them. Pharm held on to Dean more, like his life depended on it while Dean rested his head on the tuff of his boyfriend’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent it gave off.
“Why are you here? And what’s all this?” Pharm asks as he breaks free from the hug, but his hands rested on Dean’s torso.
“Pharm,” Dean starts, his head hammering against his chest, “I have something important to ask you tonight.”
The young boy smiled, tears forming in his eyes. “What is it P’Dean?”
“You know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, right?” Pharm slowly nods, “I know you came here to study and meeting me was out of the picture, but Pharm, my sweet and good boy, if you ever want to leave and come back to America with your mom, I’d gladly be with you.”
This time around, Dean was almost crying.
“P’Dean, don’t cry na?” Pharm stroked Dean’s cheek with his tiny and warm hand.
“Pharm, it’s too early but I want to be with you for as long as I could. I want to hold you, touch you and love you for the rest of my life. I want to be the one you go home to and the first person you see when you wake up. I desire to be the man of your dreams and make you believe that you’re never alone.”
“But you already are, P’Dean.” Dean smiled, “I want to be with you too, to touch, hold and love you. You’re my home P’Dean and I am yours. You are the man of my desires and I know I’m never alone, because you’ll always be here with me, right?”
It was all it took for Dean to know, Pharm will be his and he will be Pharm’s forever.
“On that note,” Dean pulls away, searches for his pocket as it reached its deep ends and held onto the velvet box hiding the treasure he had long hoped to pull out before. “Pharm Trivinij, my boyfriend, the love of my life, my soulmate. Would you do me the honor and spend my lifetime with me?”
Pharm had tears on his face as he saw Dean on his one knee, opening up the small box with the most beautiful ring he had ever seen after Intouch’s own ring.
Choking a sob, Pharm opens his mouth, “Of course, I would be glad, P’Dean.”
The ring slips between Pharm’s finger easily and then Dean’s arms snaked to his waist, hugging him, tighter than he ever did before.
“I love you so much na, Pharm.”
“I love you too, P’Dean. So much.”
And the next day, they were at Grandma An’s home, enjoying lunch together. Laughter was all you can hear and the smiles on their faces gave it all away.
Mae: I’ve arranged your room here in New York, come quick son and make sure to bring my son-in-law with you.