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It started with a toothbrush. Jun didn’t mean for it to become a big thing. He just… left it there. One morning, after staying over again, he brushed his teeth in Thame’s bathroom. When he finished, he looked at the sink. His toothbrush was still in his hand. He stared at it. Then slowly… he placed it in the cup beside Thame’s.
Two toothbrushes. Side by side.
He looked at them for a long moment. Then he walked out like nothing happened. Thame noticed. Of course he noticed. Thame notices everything. That night, when Jun came back from work, he went to wash his hands. He froze when he saw something new on the sink. Next to his toothbrush was another one. Same color, but with different design. Same brand. Thame had bought a matching one. Jun stood there staring at it.
From the bedroom, Thame called out casually, “I thought yours looked lonely.”
Jun’s ears turned red.
“It’s just a toothbrush,” he said loudly.
Thame walked into the bathroom doorway, leaning against the wall. “Yeah. Just a toothbrush.”
They looked at each other in the mirror. Neither of them said anything else. But something small had shifted.
A week later, Jun left a hoodie. It was an accident. Okay. Not fully an accident.
It was cold that night. The next morning, he rushed to a meeting and forgot to take it. That night when he came back, the hoodie was folded neatly on the bed.
Thame pointed at it. “This is yours?”
Jun nodded.
“Take it home.”
Jun paused.
“…I might need it again.”
Thame tried to hide his smile. “Oh. So you’re planning to come back?”
Jun crossed his arms. “I come here all the time.”
“Yeah,” Thame said softly. “You do.”
Jun picked up the hoodie. He didn’t take it home. He placed it in Thame’s closet instead.
Then it became small things.
A charger.
A book.
Slippers.
Hair products.
A face mask.
Jun didn’t notice it at first. But one evening, while looking for his watch, he opened Thame’s drawer. Half of it was his stuff. He froze.
Thame was sitting on the bed watching him.
“You’re taking over,” Thame said.
“I am not.”
Thame raised one eyebrow. “Open the bathroom cabinet.”
Jun walked there. Opened it. His shampoo. His face wash. His skincare. Even his
favorite towel. Jun slowly closed the cabinet. Then turned around. Thame was
still watching him, amused.
Jun narrowed his eyes. “You moved my stuff.”
“I made space,” Thame corrected.
Silence. Then Thame stood up and walked toward him.
“You basically live here already,” he said.
Jun’s heart beat faster. “No, I don’t.”
“You sleep here four or five nights a week.”
“That’s not living here.”
“You keep clothes here.”
“That’s just practical.”
“You use my fridge.”
“That’s normal.”
“You stole my pillow.”
Jun blinked. “I did not steal it.”
“You hug it every night.”
Jun opened his mouth. Closed it again. Thame stepped closer.
“Just stop pretending,” he said softly. “Move in.”
The words hung in the air. Jun swallowed.
“Thame…”
“I’m serious.”
Jun looked down. It sounded simple. But it wasn’t simple. Living together meant more than toothbrushes and hoodies. It meant no space to hide. No going back to separate apartments when things got hard. It meant… real.
“I don’t want to rush,” Jun said quietly.
Thame nodded. “We’re not rushing.”
“It feels big.”
“It is big.”
Silence filled the room. Then Thame reached for his hand.
“We don’t have to change anything,” he said. “You already stay here. Just bring the rest of your things.”
Jun looked at him. Thame squeezed his fingers gently.
“I just want to wake up and not wonder if you’re leaving.”
Jun’s chest tightened. He didn’t answer. But that night, he didn’t go home.
Three days later, Jun stood in his apartment.
Boxes everywhere. He stared at his living room. It felt… quiet. Lonely. He had lived here for years. He had memories here. Late nights working alone. Crying quietly after hard days. Celebrating small wins. But recently…
It didn’t feel like home.
Home felt like warm arms and messy blankets.
Home felt like someone stealing the pillow.
His phone buzzed.
Thame: Did you eat?
Jun smiled.
Jun: Packing.
Three dots appeared instantly.
Thame: Wait?? What!!!
Jun rolled his eyes.
Jun: Don’t act surprised.
Five seconds later his phone rang. Jun answered.
“Are you serious?” Thame’s voice sounded breathless.
Jun leaned against the wall. “Maybe.”
“Maybe???”
Jun smiled softly. “I’m bringing two boxes.”
“Only two?”
“Don’t push it.”
Thame laughed. Loud. Happy.
“I’ll clear the closet space.”
“You already did.”
“Oh. You are right.”
Jun looked around one last time.
“I am coming.”
“I am waiting for you”
Moving day was chaos. Absolute chaos. Thame thought it would be cute. It was not cute.
First problem: Jun owns too many books.
“Why do you need all of these? You said you will bring only 2 boxes.” Thame complained, lifting a heavy box.
“Because I read.”
“You read the same book over and over.”
“That’s not the point.”
Thame groaned dramatically. “My back.”
Jun crossed his arms. “You’re an actor. You work out.”
“Not for this!”
They argued all the way down the stairs.
Second problem: Closet space.
They stood in front of Thame’s closet. Jun looked at it carefully. Then looked at Thame.
“Half.”
Thame blinked. “Half??”
“Yes.”
“I have more clothes.”
“You also have bad fashion choices.”
“That hurts.”
Jun didn’t smile. “Half.”
Thame sighed dramatically. “Fine.”
They started rearranging. Ten minutes later, they were fighting over hangers.
“Why are you so organized?” Thame asked.
“Because someone has to be.”
“You’re judging my hoodie pile.”
“It’s not a pile. It’s a disaster.”
At some point, Jun changed his dress and climbed onto the bed to reach the top shelf,while Thame went to the kitchen. Thame walked in and froze. Jun was wearing one of his oversized t-shirts again. Hair messy. Slightly sweaty. Standing in the middle of his room like he belonged there. Thame’s chest felt warm.
Jun looked down at him. “Stop staring.”
“I live here. I can stare.”
Jun rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile.
That first night officially living together felt… strange. Not bad. Just different. Jun stood in the bedroom holding his pillow. He looked at Thame. Thame looked back.
“We’ve slept together before,” Thame said.
“I know.”
“So why are you standing there like you’re moving in for the first time?”
Jun hesitated.
“…Because I am.”
Thame softened. He walked over and took the pillow from Jun’s hands. Placed it on the bed. Then gently pulled Jun closer by wrapping his hands around Jun's waist.
“You’re not visiting anymore,” he said.
Jun looked up at him.
“You’re staying.”
Jun nodded slowly. That night felt heavier. More real. Jun lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Thame turned to face him.
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
“About what?”
Jun searched for the right words.
“What if we fight?”
“We will.”
Jun blinked.
Thame smiled softly. “Everyone fights.”
“What if we get tired of each other?”
Thame reached for his hand.
“Then we talk.”
Jun squeezed his fingers.
“And if we don’t?”
“Then I’ll annoy you until you do.”
Jun let out a quiet laugh. The tension in his chest slowly faded. Thame pulled him into his arms.
“Sleep,” he whispered.
Jun pressed his face against Thame’s neck. And for the first time…
He didn’t feel like a guest.
Living together meant discovering new things.
Like how Jun steals blankets every night.
“Why am I freezing?” Thame complained at 3 a.m.
Jun was wrapped like a sushi roll.
“I don’t know,” Jun mumbled sleepily.
Thame tried to pull the blanket back. Jun held it tighter.
“You’re selfish,” Thame whispered.
Jun didn’t respond. The next night, Thame bought a bigger blanket. Jun still stole it.
It also meant discovering that Thame sings loudly in the shower. Very loudly. Very badly. Jun was making coffee one morning when he heard it.
“LA LA LAAAA-”
Jun nearly dropped the mug. He walked toward the bathroom.
“Are you dying?” he shouted.
“No!!”
“Then stop screaming!!”
“It’s singing!!”
“It’s not good singing!!”
Thame opened the door slightly, hair wet.
“You’re rude.”
“You’re loud.”
They stared at each other. Then both started laughing.
But living together wasn’t only jokes. There were quiet moments too. One evening, Jun came home late. Very late. He looked exhausted. Thame was sitting on the couch waiting.
“You didn’t answer your phone,” Thame said softly.
Jun dropped his bag. “The meeting ran long.”
“You didn’t eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Thame walked into the kitchen. Five minutes later, he came back with warm food. Jun looked at it. Then looked at him.
“You waited?”
“Of course.”
Jun’s chest felt tight again. They sat on the floor. Jun ate slowly. Thame watched quietly.
Living together meant noticing when someone was tired.
Noticing when they were silent.
Noticing when they needed care.
Jun realized something that night. He wasn’t scared anymore.
Because even if they fought…
Even if they disagreed…
They would still come home to each other.
One night, while brushing their teeth side by side, Jun looked at the mirror and was thinking. Two toothbrushes. Two towels. Two mugs on the counter. Two pairs of shoes by the door. It felt natural now. Not scary. Not rushed. Just… right. Thame caught his eyes in the mirror.
“What?” he asked.
Jun shook his head.
“Nothing.”
Thame leaned closer.
“Regret it?”
Jun turned to him fully. Then shook his head again.
“No.”
Thame smiled slowly.
“Good.”
Jun reached for his hand. Not dramatic. Not big. Just simple.
“Don’t get used to half the closet,” Jun said.
Thame laughed. “Too late.”
They went to bed. Jun climbed on top of him like always.
Thame groaned. “You’re heavy.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
Jun rested his chin on Thame’s chest.
“Thame?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I moved in.”
Thame wrapped his arms around him tighter.
“Me too.”
Jun closed his eyes.
The apartment felt full now.
Not with furniture. Not with things.
But with warmth. With soft breathing. With shared space. With love that didn’t feel scary anymore.
And when Jun fell asleep that night, holding Thame close, he didn’t think about what could go wrong.
He only thought about one thing.
He was home.
It started with a variety show invitation. Thame was invited to a very popular talk show. The kind where clips go viral in minutes. The kind where the host likes to tease guests and ask unexpected questions. Jun read the email three times.
“Live broadcast?” he asked.
Thame nodded. “Yeah.”
Jun frowned. “They always ask personal questions.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“You’re bad at being careful.”
“That’s rude.”
“It’s true.”
Thame laughed. The show was two days later. Jun kept reminding him:
“Don’t overshare.”
“Don’t get too relaxed.”
“Smile but think before speaking.”
“No emotional speeches.”
Thame listened.
Or at least he pretended to.
The day of the show came fast. The backstage was loud and busy. Staff running around. Makeup artists moving quickly. Cameras being tested. Bright lights everywhere. Jun stood behind the monitor, arms crossed, watching everything. Thame sat in the makeup chair.
“You look nervous,” the stylist said.
“I’m not,” Thame replied.
He was lying. Jun could tell from the way his fingers tapped against his leg.
When their eyes met in the mirror, Jun mouthed, “Relax.”
Thame gave a small smile. Then, before going on stage, he walked over to Jun.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
Jun looked up. “What?”
“If I say something stupid, save me.”
Jun sighed. “I always do.”
Thame smiled softly. “I know.”
The show started. The audience clapped loudly when Thame walked out. The host, a woman in her forties with sharp humor and bright eyes, greeted him warmly.
“Thailand’s pride!” she announced. “Our award-winning actor!”
The crowd cheered. Thame bowed politely and sat down. Jun watched from backstage, heart already beating faster. The first half of the show was safe. They talked about the Korean movie. The filming experience. The language learning. Funny moments on set. Thame was relaxed. Charming. Confident. Jun nodded to himself. So far, so good. Then the host leaned forward slightly.
“And now,” she said with a playful smile, “let’s talk about something fans are very curious about.”
Jun stiffened. Thame’s smile didn’t change.
“Your love life.”
The audience made excited noises.
Thame chuckled lightly. “Ah.”
Jun whispered under his breath, “Don’t.”
The host tilted her head. “You’ve never confirmed dating rumors. Not once. Are you single?”
Thame paused. Not long. But long enough. Jun felt his stomach drop.
Thame smiled politely. “I’m… not officially dating anyone.”
The audience reacted loudly. Jun exhaled. Okay. Safe answer.
The host grinned. “Not officially? That sounds suspicious.”
Thame laughed. “Does it?”
“Yes! That means there is someone.”
Thame rubbed the back of his neck. Jun pressed his lips together. Be careful. The host leaned even closer.
“Tell us. What’s your ideal type?”
The audience cheered again. Jun closed his eyes for a second. This question. This exact question. He had warned him about this. Thame stayed quiet for a few seconds. Then he spoke.
“I like someone who works very hard,” he said slowly.
Jun froze.
The host smiled. “Hardworking? That’s common.”
Thame shook his head gently.
“No. I mean… someone who forgets to eat because they’re busy. Someone who looks tired but still pretends they’re fine.”
Jun’s chest tightened. The host blinked.
“Oh? Very specific.”
The audience laughed softly. Thame continued, voice calm.
“Someone who complains a lot. But still shows up every time.”
Jun’s heart was pounding now. The host leaned back in her chair.
“That sounds like someone you know personally.”
Thame smiled slightly.
“Maybe.”
Backstage, one of the staff whispered, “Who is he talking about?”
Jun swallowed. The host wasn’t done.
“So is this person kind?”
Thame nodded without hesitation.
“Very kind. They act cold sometimes. But they’re not.”
The audience made soft “awww” sounds. Jun wanted the ground to swallow him. The host grinned widely.
“Is this person in the entertainment industry?”
Thame hesitated. Jun almost ran onto the stage.
Then Thame said, carefully, “Yes.”
The audience gasped. Jun stared at the screen. The host clapped her hands excitedly.
“Oh my! An actor? Actress?”
Thame laughed lightly. “Not an actor.”
“Director?”
“No.”
“Idol?”
“No.”
The host narrowed her eyes playfully.
“Manager?”
The audience burst into laughter. Jun’s heart stopped. Thame smiled. He didn’t answer. The silence was loud. The host raised her eyebrows.
“Should I take that smile as a yes?”
Thame looked down for a second. Then looked straight at the camera. And said, softly,
“I think I already did.”
The studio went wild. The audience screamed. The host covered her mouth dramatically.
Backstage, Jun’s ears were ringing. What did he just do? The host laughed loudly.
“Wait wait wait! Are you serious? Is this real?”
Thame shrugged slightly.
“I didn’t say anything clear.”
“You basically confessed!”
Thame smiled calmly.
“I just described my ideal type.”
The host fanned herself.
“This will break the internet!”
Jun ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t even breathe properly. The rest of the show continued, but the energy had changed. Everyone was curious. Everyone was watching. Thame stayed composed. But every time the camera zoomed in, there was a softness in his eyes. Like he wasn’t scared. Like he meant every word.
When the show ended, backstage exploded.
Staff talking loudly. Phones buzzing. Producers whispering. Jun stood still near the hallway. Thame walked toward him slowly. Their eyes met. Jun’s face was blank. Too blank.
“Hey,” Thame said carefully.
Jun grabbed his arm and pulled him into a quiet dressing room. The door shut. Silence. Thame waited. Jun turned around slowly.
“What,” he said calmly, “was that?”
Thame blinked. “The show?”
“Don’t act innocent.”
Thame sighed softly.
“I didn’t lie.”
“That’s not the point.”
Jun’s voice wasn’t loud. But it was shaking slightly.
“You’re trending right now,” Jun continued.
“People are guessing. They’re digging. They’re going to connect things.”
Thame watched him quietly. Jun paced once across the room.
“You could’ve just given a general answer.”
“I did.”
“You described me.”
“I described my type.”
Jun stopped walking.
“Thame.”
There was fear in his voice. Real fear. Thame stepped closer.
“I didn’t say your name.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Silence filled the space between them. Thame’s voice softened.
“Are you ashamed?”
Jun flinched slightly.
“No.”
“Then what are you scared of?”
Jun looked away.
“I’m scared of what this could do to you. To us.”
Thame nodded slowly.
“I know.”
Jun’s shoulders dropped a little.
“I didn’t mean to put pressure on you,” Thame said quietly. “I just… got tired of pretending.”
Jun’s chest tightened again.
“I didn’t confess fully,” Thame continued. “I just stopped hiding.”
Jun looked at him. Thame’s eyes were steady.
“I’m not embarrassed of loving you,” he said.
The words were soft. But strong. Jun’s heart hurt in the best and worst way.
“You think I am?” Jun asked quietly.
“No,” Thame replied immediately. “But I don’t want you to feel like I’m something you need to hide.”
Jun closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were softer.
“You’re not,” he said.
Thame stepped even closer.
“I won’t force anything public,” he added. “If you’re not ready, I won’t push.”
Jun studied his face. This wasn’t reckless. This wasn’t careless. This was honest.
“You really meant it?” Jun asked quietly.
“Every word.”
Jun let out a slow breath. Outside, they could hear staff still talking excitedly.
Jun finally said, “Next time, warn me.”
Thame smiled slightly. “It wasn’t planned.”
“That’s worse.”
They both laughed softly. The tension eased. Jun stepped closer this time. Lowered his voice.
“You scared me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jun shook his head gently.
“I’m not mad.”
“Just scared?”
“Yeah.”
Thame reached for his hand.
“Then let’s be scared together.”
Jun looked at their joined hands. Then nodded once.
That night, the internet exploded. Fans made clips. Slow-motion edits. Zoom-ins on Thame’s smile.
Tweets like:
“He’s definitely talking about someone specific.”
“Manager??? HELLO???”
“WHO WORKS HARD AND FORGETS TO EAT???”
Jun sat on the couch at home scrolling through comments. Thame sat beside him, close but not touching.
“See?” Jun said. “Chaos.”
Thame leaned closer to look at the screen. One comment read:
“Whoever this person is, they’re lucky.”
Thame smiled softly. Jun noticed.
“You don’t regret it?” Jun asked.
Thame shook his head.
“No.”
Jun turned off his phone. Silence filled the room. Then Thame spoke quietly.
“I didn’t want the world to know before you were ready.”
Jun looked at him.
“But I didn’t want the world to think I had no one either.”
Jun’s expression softened.
“You don’t.”
Thame reached out. Brushed his fingers lightly against Jun’s.
“You’re my person.”
Jun swallowed.
“And you’re mine,” he replied softly.
They sat in silence. Then Jun leaned his head against Thame’s shoulder.
“If this becomes bigger,” Jun said quietly, “we’ll handle it.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
Thame smiled. Not the actor smile. Not the camera smile. The real one. Later that night, while lying in bed, Jun whispered into the dark,
“You really described me as your ideal type?”
Thame turned to face him. Jun nudged him lightly.
“You’re impossible.”
Thame chuckled. Then, more seriously, he said,
“I don’t want to hide forever.”
Jun looked at him.
“Maybe one day,” Thame continued, “I won’t have to.”
Jun thought about it. About cameras. About fans. About risk. Then he moved closer. Rested his forehead against Thame’s.
“One day,” he said softly.
And that was enough. The morning after the interview was not quiet. It was loud. Very loud. Jun woke up because his phone would not stop vibrating.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
He groaned and buried his face into the pillow. Next to him, Thame was still asleep. Jun slowly reached for his phone. And froze. 999+ notifications. Missed calls. Agency group chat exploding. Trending topics. He sat up quickly.
“What?” Thame mumbled sleepily.
Jun didn’t answer. He opened Twitter.
Trending #1:
THAME IDEAL TYPE
Trending #2:
WHO IS THE MANAGER
Trending #3:
THAMEJUN
Jun stopped breathing. Thame sat up now.
“What happened?”
Jun turned the screen toward him. Thame blinked once. Then twice.
“Oh.”
“Oh??” Jun
repeated.
“That’s… a lot.”
Jun scrolled. Clips from the show were everywhere. Zoomed versions of Thame smiling. Slow motion when the host said “manager?” Fans analyzed his face frame by frame. Then the digging started. Old videos resurfaced.
One clip: Thame at a press conference, looking at Jun off-camera and smiling softly.
Another clip: Jun adjusting Thame’s tie before an award show.
Another: Thame feeding Jun chicken rice outside the agency.
Zoom. Slow motion. Background music added.
Caption:
“THIS IS NOT NORMAL MANAGER BEHAVIOR.”
Jun dropped his head into his hands.
“Oh my god.”
Thame leaned closer to see the screen. Someone had made a thread.
Title:
“Proof that Thame’s ideal type is his manager.”
Jun scrolled.
Post 1:
“Thame said he likes someone who forgets to eat. Jun was seen skipping meals during filming schedules multiple times.”
Attached: video of Jun running around on set, holding coffee, not eating.
Post 2:
“He said this person complains but still shows up. Look at this clip.”
Video: Jun scolding Thame gently for being late. Thame smiling like he’s enjoying it.
Post 3:
“Watch how Thame looks at him.”
Zoomed in eye contact. Slow motion. Romantic music.
Jun wanted to disappear. Thame… was smiling.
“You think this is funny?” Jun asked.
“It’s kind of impressive.”
Jun stared at him.
“They’re detectives.”
Jun scrolled more. Some tweets were soft.
@softforThame
“He described someone so specific… if it’s Jun, that’s actually very sweet.”
@thamesunshine
“Why do I feel like we’ve been watching a love story for years without knowing.”
@thamelover
“THE WAY HE SMILED WHEN SHE SAID MANAGER??? HELLO??? I’M NOT OKAY.”
Jun swallowed. Then he scrolled further. And saw the other side.
@thameonly
“This is disgusting. He should focus on acting, not dating his staff.”
@thameupdates
“Dating your manager is unprofessional.”
@thame_daily
“If this ruins his career I will blame that manager.”
Jun’s chest tightened. Thame noticed. He gently took the phone from Jun’s hand.
“Stop reading the bad ones.”
Jun shook his head. “This is my fault.”
“No.”
“You should’ve just stayed quiet.”
“I didn’t want to.”
Jun looked at him. Thame’s voice was calm.
“I won’t let people blame you.”
By noon, the fandom was divided. Some fans were angry. But many fans were louder. They started fighting back.
New hashtag appeared:
WE SUPPORT YOU THAME
Then another one:
THAME DESERVES LOVE
And then, unexpectedly:
THAMEJUN IS REAL
Jun stared at that one for a long time. Fan edits began flooding the timeline. Soft music. Compilation videos. All the small touches. All the glances. All the moments fans had ignored before. Now they looked different. Now they looked romantic.
One viral tweet:
@thamehome
“I’ve watched every behind-the-scenes video and I’m sorry but this is not straight energy.”
Attached: clip of Thame leaning too close to Jun and smiling softly.
Another:
@thame_supporter
“Manager my a*s. That’s his husband.”
30k likes.
Jun almost choked. Thame burst out laughing.
“Husband???”
“This is not funny,” Jun muttered. But his ears were red.
By afternoon, even news pages picked it up.
Articles like:
“Did Thame Accidentally Reveal His Love?”
“Fans Suspect Actor’s Manager is His Ideal Type.”
Photos of them together were everywhere. Jun watched one clip where he was fixing Thame’s collar. He didn’t realize before how gentle he looked. How careful. The camera had caught everything. Thame watched quietly beside him.
“See?” Thame said softly. “You always look at me like that.”
Jun didn’t answer. Because maybe it was true.
Later that evening, Thame had to go to a brand event. Jun insisted on going with him. When they arrived, cameras flashed immediately. Reporters shouted questions.
“Thame! Is your ideal type your manager?”
“Are you dating someone?”
“Is it true you confessed on live TV?”
Jun kept his face calm. Professional. Cold. Thame stayed polite.
“I didn’t confess,” he said gently. “I just described my ideal type.”
“Is it someone here?” a reporter pushed.
Thame smiled.
“My ideal type is someone kind.”
And he walked inside. Jun followed behind. But he could feel the eyes on them. Whispers. Phones pointing at them. Inside the event hall, some fans were present. When Thame walked past, a girl shouted:
“WE SUPPORT YOU!”
Another fan yelled:
“THAMEJUN FOREVER!”
Jun almost tripped. Thame tried not to laugh. One fan held up a small sign:
“Love who you love.”
Thame saw it. His smile softened. He bowed slightly toward her. Jun noticed that. And something in his chest eased.
That night, Twitter was even louder. Fans were fighting haters openly.
@ThameDefenseTeam
“If you claim to love him, stop trying to control who he loves.”
@lovethameforever
“He worked hard for years. Let him be happy.”
@thameaddict
“Even if they’re not dating, their bond is beautiful. Stop being bitter.”
Some fans made memes. A screenshot of Thame smiling when “manager” was mentioned.
Caption:
“Sir, that is NOT a professional smile.”
Another meme:
Picture of Jun looking serious.
Caption:
“When you are the ideal type but you have to pretend you’re just the manager.”
Jun groaned again. But Thame was scrolling happily.
“They’re funny.”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I’m enjoying that people aren’t all angry.”
Jun paused. That was true. The anger existed. But the love was louder.
Threads analyzing “chemistry.”
Comparisons to drama couples.
Slow edits with romantic music.
One tweet went viral:
@thameenergy
“This is the slowest slow burn we’ve ever watched in real life.”
Another:
@thamecutie
“They went from chicken rice to Korea to accidental confession. This is a K-drama.”
Jun covered his face. Thame leaned closer.
“You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
Jun shoved him lightly.
“Stop.”
Thame’s smile faded slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
Jun looked at him.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
Jun hesitated.
“I don’t like being the reason someone hates you.”
Thame’s expression softened.
“You’re not.”
“But they’re blaming the manager.”
“I chose to speak,” Thame said gently. “Not you.”
Jun looked down. Thame reached for his hand.
“Listen to me,” he said softly. “If one day we decide to say it clearly… I won’t let you stand alone.”
Jun’s heart beat faster.
“Don’t talk like that,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“It’s scary.”
Thame squeezed his fingers.
“I know.”
Around midnight, something unexpected happened. A very big fan account posted a long thread.
@ThameNationOfficial (2 million followers)
Thread:
“About today’s situation. We do not support hate toward anyone connected to Thame. If he is in love, that is his right. We will protect him from rumors and negativity. Speculation is fine. Harassment is not.”
The thread went viral. Other big accounts retweeted it. Suddenly the tone shifted. More supportive posts. More heart emojis. More edits celebrating “Thame’s happiness.”
Jun stared at the screen in disbelief.
“They’re protecting you,” he whispered.
Thame looked at him.
“No,” he said softly. “They’re protecting us.”
Jun felt his chest tighten again. But this time not from fear. From something warm.
A few days passed. The chaos slowly became normal noise. The hashtag THAMEJUN still trended sometimes. Fans continued making edits. But the anger slowly faded. At a fan meeting that weekend, something surprising happened.
A fan stood up during Q&A. She was shaking slightly.
“Thame,” she said into the mic, “I just want you to know… we don’t care who your ideal type is. We just want you happy.”
The room went quiet. Thame’s eyes softened.
“Thank you,” he said gently.
She smiled.
“And if it’s someone who forgets to eat… please remind them to eat.”
The crowd laughed warmly. Jun stood at the side of the stage. His eyes burned slightly. Thame glanced at him briefly. Just one second. But it was enough.
That night, back at the apartment, Jun sat on the couch again scrolling. Less hate. More soft posts. Fan art had started appearing.
Drawings of Thame and Jun sitting at a chicken rice stall.
Drawings of two toothbrushes side by side.
Jun blinked.
“How do they know about the toothbrushes?”
he whispered. Thame leaned over his shoulder.
“They don’t.”
Jun stared at the fan art. It showed two men sitting close together. Not dramatic. Just soft. He felt something shift inside him.
“Are you still scared?” Thame asked quietly.
Jun thought about it. Then answered honestly.
“A little.”
Thame nodded.
“I am too.”
Jun looked at him.
“But,” Thame continued, “I’m more scared of hiding forever.”
Jun studied his face. This wasn’t about drama. Or publicity. It was about being honest. Jun slowly put his phone down. He moved closer. Rested his head lightly against Thame’s shoulder.
“If we ever say it clearly,” Jun whispered, “we say it together.”
“Together,” Thame repeated.
The next week did not calm down. It became bigger. Clips were still everywhere. Every day, new edits appeared. New slow motion videos. New “proof” threads. Jun stopped opening Twitter in the morning. He learned his lesson. But that did not stop the world.
One afternoon, while Jun was at the agency office, one staff member ran into the room.
“Phi,” she said carefully, “there’s a new video going viral.”
Jun felt tired already.
“What video?”
She showed him her phone. It was an old behind-the-scenes clip from one year ago. In the video, Thame was sitting in a chair during makeup. Jun was standing in front of him, holding a script. Thame suddenly reached out and held Jun’s wrist. Not tight. Just lightly. Then he smiled and said something. The camera did not catch the sound. But the smile was clear. Soft. The edit zoomed in on that moment. Then added romantic music. Then slow motion.
The caption said:
“WHY IS HE LOOKING AT HIS MANAGER LIKE THAT?”
Jun closed his eyes.
“Of course,” he whispered.
The staff member hesitated.
“Are you okay?”
Jun nodded.
“Yes.”
But inside, his heart was not calm. That night, when he returned to the apartment, Thame was already home. He was sitting on the floor, laptop open. Watching something. Jun walked closer. It was the same video. Thame looked up.
“Oh. You saw it too?”
Jun dropped his bag on the couch.
“Yes.”
Thame watched the screen again.
“I didn’t even remember doing that.”
Jun crossed his arms.
“You hold my wrist a lot.”
Thame blinked.
“I do?”
Jun paused.
“Yes.”
Silence filled the room.
Thame slowly closed the laptop.
“Did it bother you?”
Jun looked at him. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to say no. Instead he said, “I don’t know.”
Thame stood up. Walked closer.
“I never did it to cause trouble.”
“I know.”
“I just…” Thame stopped.
He searched for the right words.
“I like touching you.”
Jun’s face turned warm.
“Thame.”
“I mean it in a normal way,” Thame added quickly. “Not in a strange way.”
Jun almost laughed.
“You’re already strange.”
Thame smiled softly.
“Maybe.”
Jun sat down on the couch.
“Are you worried?” Thame asked gently.
Jun nodded.
“About your career.”
Thame sat beside him.
“My career is not made of glass.”
“But fans can turn quickly.”
“Some can,” Thame agreed. “But many are staying.”
Jun remembered the big fan accounts. The supportive tweets. The fan at the meeting. It was true. Not everyone was angry. Actually, more people seemed excited than upset.
The next day in the afternoon, Thame had another interview. This time, the agency prepared answers. Safe answers. Short answers. But during the interview, something happened again. The host smiled and said,
“Your fans have been very protective lately.”
Thame nodded.
“I’m grateful.”
“They say they just want you to be happy.”
Thame’s eyes softened.
“I’m very lucky.”
“Are you happy these days?”
The question was simple. But heavy. Jun was standing behind the cameras. Watching. Waiting. Thame did not look at the host right away. His eyes moved. Searching. And landed on Jun. Just for one second. Then he looked back at the host.
“Yes,” he said softly. “I am.”
The clip spread online within minutes. Fans noticed the glance immediately.
@alwaysforthame
“HE LOOKED AT HIM BEFORE ANSWERING.”
@softforthame
“That was not subtle.”
@protectThame
“If he’s happy, we’re happy.”
Jun felt his heart beat too fast. That night, they ate dinner quietly. No phones. No Twitter. After a long silence, Jun spoke.
“If this keeps growing…”
Thame looked at him.
“…what do you want to do?”
Thame did not answer right away. He thought carefully.
“I don’t want to lie,” he said slowly.
Jun swallowed.
“But I also don’t want to hurt you.”
Jun looked down.
“I can handle hate,” he said quietly.
Thame reached across the table. Held his hand.
“I don’t want you to have to.”
Jun felt warmth spread through his chest. The days continued. More edits. More memes. Fans started making couple names seriously now. THAMEJUN became common. Fan art improved. Some artists drew them sitting back to back. Some drew them holding hands secretly. One drawing showed Thame covering Jun with his coat in the rain. Jun stared at that one for a long time. It felt… possible. One evening, Jun’s phone rang. It was his old university friend.
“I saw the news,” his friend said immediately.
Jun sighed.
“It’s not news.”
“It looks like a drama.”
Jun rubbed his forehead.
“Please don’t start.”
“I’m not judging,” his friend said quickly. “I just want to ask… are you okay?”
Jun paused.
“Yes.”
“Are you happy?”
Jun thought carefully.
He remembered the way Thame looked at him during the interview.
The way he held his hand at dinner.
The way he never blamed him.
“Yes,” Jun said honestly. “I am.”
His friend laughed softly.
“Then let the world talk.”
Jun smiled slightly. Maybe it was that simple. But not fully. Because two days later, a rumor page posted something cruel.
They claimed Jun was using Thame for fame and money.
They posted edited photos.
Fake messages.
The comments became ugly quickly.
Jun saw it before the agency could delete it.
His hands started shaking.
He tried to act calm.
But his chest felt tight.
When Thame came home and saw his face, he knew immediately.
“What happened?”
Jun showed him the post. Thame’s expression changed. His jaw tightened. Without saying anything, he picked up his phone. Jun grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t.”
“I’m not staying quiet about this.”
“If you speak, it will grow bigger.”
Thame looked at him.
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
Silence. Heavy. Jun forced a small smile.
“I’ve handled worse.”
Thame did not look convinced. But he listened. The agency quickly released a statement. They denied the false rumors. They warned about legal action. Supportive fans attacked the rumor page. Within hours, the post disappeared. But Jun still felt tired. That night, he sat on the balcony alone. Looking at the city lights. Thame joined him quietly. He handed Jun a cup of warm tea. They sat side by side. Not touching. Just close.
“I hate that they can say anything,” Thame muttered.
Jun nodded.
“That’s the internet.”
“I want to protect you.”
Jun smiled softly.
“You already do.”
Thame looked at him.
“How?”
“You never once blamed me.”
Thame frowned slightly.
“Why would I?”
Jun shrugged.
“It would be easy.”
Thame shook his head firmly.
“No.”
He reached out. Held Jun’s hand again.
“I chose this.”
Jun’s fingers tightened around his. After a long silence, Jun whispered,
“If one day we tell the truth clearly…”
Thame looked at him carefully.
“…I don’t want it to be because of pressure.”
Thame nodded slowly.
“Then we wait.”
“For the right time.”
“For the right time,” Thame agreed.
After a few days, Jun noticed something new. The comments were softer. More respectful. Less angry. Maybe because time passed. Or maybe because Thame looked too sincere to hate. One night, Jun opened Twitter again. Just for a minute. He searched for THAMEJUN. The first post he saw said:
“I don’t know if they’re dating. But I hope whoever Thame loves treats him gently.”
Jun stared at that line. Then he turned his head. Thame was asleep on the couch. One arm hanging off the side. Looking peaceful. Jun stood up quietly. He walked over. Covered him with a blanket. Then sat beside him. Watching his face. Soft. Calm. Jun reached out carefully. Brushed a piece of hair away from Thame’s forehead. Very gently.
“Even if the world finds out everything,” Jun whispered quietly, “I hope they’re kind.”
Thame shifted slightly in his sleep. But did not wake up. Jun stayed there for a long time. Listening to his breathing.
It was Saturday. No alarm. No filming. No interviews. No loud phones. The apartment was quiet. Morning light came slowly through the curtains. Jun woke up first. He blinked a few times and looked at the clock.
9:12 a.m.
Late. Very late for them. He turned his head. Thame was still sleeping. His hair was messy. His face looked younger when he slept.
Relaxed.
No stress.
No cameras.
Jun watched him for a moment. Just watching.
Thame’s mouth was slightly open.
Breathing slowly.
Jun smiled softly.
“Idiot,” he whispered gently.
But his voice was warm. He carefully moved closer. Very slow. He brushed the messy hair away from Thame’s eyes. Thame moved a little. But did not wake up. Jun slid out of bed quietly. He went to the bathroom. Washed his face. Brushed his teeth. Then he went to the kitchen.
Weekend meant one thing.
Jun could take care of him properly.
On weekdays, everything was rushed.
Coffee in a hurry.
Food in the car.
Quick reminders.
But today was different.
Jun opened the fridge. Eggs. Milk. Vegetables. Bread. He decided to cook something simple. Egg toast. Sauteed vegetables. And warm milk. He moved quietly around the kitchen. Cutting vegetables carefully. Not making noise. He even lowered the flame so the pan would not sizzle too loudly. He didn’t want to wake Thame yet. The smell of food slowly filled the apartment. Jun smiled to himself.
He liked this.
This quiet care.
This normal life.
After cooking, he placed everything on a tray. Two plates. Two cups. He hesitated. Then he added a small bowl of cut fruit. Because Thame forgets fruit. Jun walked back to the bedroom slowly. Thame was still sleeping. Jun placed the tray on the small table. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at Thame again.
“Wake up,” he said softly.
No response. Jun leaned closer.
“Thame.”
Thame frowned slightly. Jun poked his cheek lightly.
“Wake up.”
Thame slowly opened one eye.
“…Jun?”
“Yes.”
“What time is it?”
“Weekend time.”
Thame closed his eyes again. Jun sighed softly. He leaned down closer.
“Breakfast is ready.”
That worked. Thame opened both eyes now.
“You cooked?”
“Yes.”
Thame stared at him like he had done something amazing.
“For me?”
Jun rolled his eyes.
“For the neighbor.”
Thame smiled slowly. Still sleepy.
“You’re cute in the morning.”
Jun stood up quickly.
“Eat before it gets cold.”
Thame sat up. Hair messy. Face soft. He looked like a big lazy puppy. Jun handed him the cup of warm milk.
“Drink first.”
Thame took it. Still looking at Jun.
“You’re staring,” Jun said.
“I’m just watching.”
“Why?”
“Because I like when you take care of me.”
Jun paused. His ears felt warm. He turned away.
“Eat.”
They sat on the bed together. Eating slowly. No phones. No talking at first. Just quiet chewing.
Thame suddenly said, “This tastes better than usual.”
Jun looked at him suspiciously.
“It’s the same recipe.”
“Maybe weekend food tastes better.”
Jun snorted softly. After eating, Thame leaned back against the headboard. Full. Happy. Jun took the empty plates.
“I’ll wash.”
“I’ll help.”
“You’ll break something.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
Thame stood up anyway. Followed Jun to the kitchen. Jun washed the plates. Thame dried them. Their shoulders touched sometimes. Small touches. At one point, Thame reached for the same plate at the same time as Jun. Their fingers brushed. They both paused. Jun looked at him. Thame smiled softly. Not teasing. Not playful.
“You’re very gentle today,” Thame said quietly.
Jun looked down at the plate.
“It's the weekend.”
“That’s not the reason.”
Jun didn’t answer. After cleaning, Thame moved to the living room. He stretched his arms above his head.
“Let’s watch something.”
Jun shook his head.
“No.”
“Why?”
“You said your neck hurts yesterday.”
Thame blinked.
“You remember that?”
“Yes.”
Jun walked closer.
“Sit.”
Thame obeyed without question. Jun stood behind the couch. He gently placed his hands on Thame’s shoulders.
“Relax,” he said softly.
Then he started massaging slowly. Careful movements. Not too hard. Not too soft. Thame let out a small sigh.
“That feels good.”
“Don’t move.”
“I’m not.”
Jun focused on his hands. Feeling the tension under his fingers. He pressed gently near the neck. Thame closed his eyes.
“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured.
“I want to.”
After a few minutes, Jun leaned down slightly.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
Thame reached up and held Jun’s wrist gently.
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.”
Jun moved around to sit beside him.
“You work hard,” he said quietly. “At least rest on weekends.”
Thame looked at him.
“You work hard too.”
Jun shrugged.
“I’m used to it.”
Thame studied his face. Then he suddenly leaned forward. Rested his head on Jun’s shoulder. Jun froze. Thame rarely did this without joking. But today he just leaned there quietly. Jun slowly relaxed. He let his head tilt slightly toward Thame. They stayed like that for a long time. No talking. Just breathing together. After a while, Jun gently brushed his fingers through Thame’s hair. Soft. Slow. Thame did not move. He liked it.
Jun whispered softly,
“You should sleep more.”
“I will.”
“Eat more fruit.”
“I will.”
“Drink water.”
“Yes, mom.”
Jun lightly hit his arm.
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
Thame lifted his head slightly.
Looked at Jun.
His eyes were soft.
“You take care of me like I’m something precious.”
Jun looked away quickly.
“You are.”
The words came out before he could stop them.
Silence. Thame stared at him. Jun felt embarrassed.
“I mean-”
But Thame didn’t let him finish. He gently touched Jun’s cheek. Very softly.
“Say it again.”
Jun’s heart beat fast.
“You’re important,” he corrected.
“That’s not what you said.”
Jun swallowed.
“You’re precious.”
Thame’s expression changed. Not teasing. Just warm. He leaned forward slowly. Rested his forehead against Jun’s.
“Then stay like this,” he whispered.
Jun closed his eyes.
“Okay.”
Afternoon sunlight filled the room. They eventually moved to the couch properly. Jun tucked a blanket around Thame’s legs.
“I am not sick,” Thame said softly.
“I know.”
“Then why blanket?”
“Because you always get cold.”
Thame smiled again.
“You notice everything.”
Jun shrugged.
“Someone has to.”
They watched a movie. Halfway through, Thame’s head dropped onto Jun’s lap. Jun didn’t push him away. He just adjusted slightly. His fingers started playing with Thame’s hair again. Slow strokes. Gentle touches. Thame looked up at him.
“You’re really taking good care of me.”
Jun looked down.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it.”
Jun felt shy again. He focused on the screen. But his fingers didn’t stop moving. Thame reached up. Held Jun’s hand. Pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. Jun’s breath caught.
“Movie,” he whispered weakly.
“I’m watching.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.”
But his eyes were on Jun. Evening came slowly. They ordered dinner instead of cooking. Jun still arranged the food nicely on plates.
Still gave Thame the bigger piece of chicken.
Still poured his drink first.
Thame noticed everything.
“You spoil me,” he said.
“You deserve it.”
“Why?”
Jun looked at him quietly.
“Because someone has to take care of you too.”
Thame reached across the table. Held Jun’s hand again. Jun didn’t speak. But his fingers tightened around Thame’s. Later that night, when they went to bed, Thame turned off the lights.
The room was dark. Quiet again. Thame moved closer under the blanket. Wrapped one arm around Jun’s waist. Jun didn’t complain. Instead, he turned slightly. Facing him.
“You’re very clingy,” Jun murmured.
“Because I love you.”
Jun smiled in the dark. He gently brushed his thumb across Thame’s cheek.
“Sleep,” Jun whispered.
Thame nodded. But before closing his eyes, he said quietly,
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
Jun leaned closer. Pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Always.”
Monday morning was not soft like the weekend. It was loud again. Staff walking fast. Phones ringing. Makeup artists calling names. Schedules printed and taped on the wall. Jun stood near the dressing room door, holding a clipboard. Calm face. Work mode. Thame was inside, getting his makeup done for a photoshoot.
Everything was normal. Until it wasn’t. A new stylist had joined the team for this shoot.
His name was Mok.
Tall. Good-looking. Friendly smile. He was talking to Jun near the clothing rack. Laughing lightly. Jun rarely laughed loudly at work. But today he smiled more than usual. Because Mok was easy to talk to. They were discussing outfit colors.
“This blue will match his skin tone better,” Mok said.
Jun nodded.
“Yes, but he prefers darker shades.”
“Oh? You know his preferences very well.”
Jun smiled slightly.
“It’s my job.”
Mok looked at him for a second longer than needed.
“Still. That’s impressive.”
Jun didn’t notice anything strange. But inside the dressing room-
Thame noticed. Through the half-open door. He could see them talking. Mok leaning a little closer. Jun smiling softly. Laughing once. Thame’s jaw tightened. The makeup artist tapped his cheek.
“Please don’t move.”
Thame forced himself to stay still. But his eyes kept drifting to the door. Mok handed Jun a jacket. Their fingers brushed. Jun said something. Mok laughed again. Thame’s chest felt tight.
Why is he laughing like that?
Why is Jun smiling like that?
It was stupid.
He knew it was stupid.
But the feeling stayed.
After makeup, Thame walked out calmly. Face professional. Eyes sharp.
“Jun,” he called.
Jun turned immediately.
“Yes?”
“Water.”
Jun blinked.
“You have water inside.”
“I want a new one.”
Jun frowned slightly but went to get it. Mok watched. Then smiled at Thame politely.
“You look great in this shade,” Mok said.
Thame gave a small nod.
“Thanks.”
His tone was flat. Cold. Mok didn't notice, he left the spot and went to talk with another makeup artist. At that time Jun came back. But Jun noticed the cold tone of Thame. He returned with water.
“Here.”
Thame didn’t take it right away. Instead he looked at Jun.
“You’re busy?”
Jun looked confused.
“No?”
“You seemed busy.”
“With what?”
“Talking.”
Jun blinked slowly.
“Oh. The stylist?”
Thame didn’t answer. He just took the water finally. Drank it. Jun stared at him. Something felt off. The shoot started. Thame stood in front of the camera. Professional. Perfect angles. Perfect expressions. But between shots, his eyes searched. And every time he saw Mok near Jun, His mood dropped again. Mok was adjusting clothes on the rack. Jun stood close to him. Looking at fabric samples. At one point, Mok leaned close to whisper something. Jun leaned in to hear better. Thame’s hand tightened into a fist. The photographer called out,
“Great job! But relax your shoulders.”
Thame forced a smile. But his eyes were darker now. After the third set, there was a short break. Thame walked straight toward Jun.
“Come here.”
Jun followed him to a quiet corner.
“What?”
Thame crossed his arms.
“You’re close with him.”
Jun frowned.
“With who?”
“The stylist.”
Jun stared at him.
“We just met today.”
“You were laughing.”
Jun blinked.
“…Yes?”
“You don’t laugh like that at work.”
Jun’s eyebrows lifted.
“What are you talking about?”
Thame looked away for a second. Then back at him.
“He keeps standing close to you.”
Jun stared at him for a long moment. Then slowly-
“Are you jealous?”
Thame’s ears turned red instantly.
“No.”
Jun crossed his arms now.
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Thame looked frustrated.
“I just think he talks too much.”
Jun tried not to smile.
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” Thame repeated stubbornly.
Jun leaned closer slightly.
“Then why are you upset?”
Thame opened his mouth. Closed it. He didn’t have a good answer. Because the truth was simple.
He didn’t like seeing someone else smiling at Jun like that.
He didn’t like Jun smiling back.
It made something twist inside his chest. Jun studied his face carefully. Then his expression softened.
“You’re really jealous.”
Thame looked away again. Silence. Jun stepped closer. Lowered his voice.
“I’m working.”
“I know.”
“He’s working.”
“I know.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Thame finally looked at him. His voice was quiet.
“I don’t like how he looks at you.”
Jun paused. That was honest. Too honest.
“He looks at everyone like that,” Jun said gently.
“Not like that.”
Jun sighed softly.
“You trust me, right?”
Thame answered immediately.
“Yes.”
“Then?”
Thame swallowed.
“It’s not about trust.”
“Then what?”
Thame looked down.
“I just don’t like it.”
Jun stared at him. Then something inside him melted. Because this wasn’t anger. It wasn’t control. It was insecurity. Jun stepped even closer.
“You’re the only one I go home with,” Jun said quietly.
Thame’s breath caught slightly.
“You’re the only one who gets weekend breakfast.”
“You’re the only one who gets a neck massage.”
Thame looked at him slowly. Jun’s voice stayed calm.
“Work is work.”
“And me?”
“You are not work.”
Jun continued,
“If you feel something, just say it. Don’t act cold.”
Thame looked guilty.
“I was cold?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
Jun almost smiled.
“You’re obvious.”
Thame looked embarrassed now. Jun gently poked his arm.
“You’re cute when you are jealous.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You are.”
Thame’s lips pressed together. Trying not to smile. The staff called from across the room,
“Ready for the next set!”
Jun stepped back.
“Go.”
Thame grabbed his wrist quickly. Jun looked down at their hands. Then up at him.
“Don’t laugh too much,” Thame muttered.
Jun finally laughed properly.
“There it is.”
Thame groaned softly.
“Just… don’t.”
Jun squeezed his hand once.
“I’m yours.”
The words were simple. But they landed deeply. Thame released his wrist slowly. He walked back to set. This time his shoulders felt lighter. During the next break, Mok approached Jun again.
“Your actor seems intense,” Mok said lightly.
Jun smiled politely.
“He’s just focused.”
Mok tilted his head.
“Are you two close?”
Jun paused. Very small pause.
“Yes,” he said calmly.
“Must be nice. He listens to you.”
Jun looked toward Thame. Thame was looking back. Watching. Jun met his eyes. Hold them. Then looked back at Mok.
“He listens because he wants to.”
Mok smiled slightly.
“Lucky you.”
Jun didn’t respond. Because at that moment-
Thame walked over. He stepped beside Jun. Close. Very close. Too close for just a manager and an actor.
“We’re ready,” Thame said calmly.
His hand brushed Jun’s lower back briefly. Soft. Quick. But intentional. Mok noticed. Jun noticed. Thame didn’t look at either of them. Just walked away slowly. Jun felt warmth spread across his face. Later, when the shoot finally ended, the staff started packing up. Mok waved at Jun.
“See you in the next project.”
Jun nodded politely.
“Good job today.”
After Mok left, Thame approached quietly.
“You’re done talking?”
Jun raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Jun looked at him carefully.
“Still jealous?”
Thame hesitated.
“…A little.”
Jun smiled softly.
“Come here.”
They moved to a quiet hallway. No cameras. No staff nearby. Jun looked up at him.
“You don’t have to compete with anyone.”
“I’m not competing.”
“You were glaring.”
“I was not glaring.”
“You were.”
Thame sighed.
“I just don’t like when someone looks at you like that.”
Jun stepped closer.
“Like how?”
“Like they want something.”
Jun studied his face again.
“You know what I want?” Jun asked quietly.
“What?”
“You.”
Thame’s breath stopped for a second. Jun rarely said things that direct.
“And I already have you,” Jun continued softly.
“So stop making that face.”
“What face?”
“The jealous face.”
Thame finally smiled slightly.
“I can’t help it.”
Jun reached up. Adjusted his collar gently. Soft touch.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Thame looked at him carefully.
“You promise?”
Jun nodded.
“Yes.”
Thame relaxed fully now. He leaned down slightly. Whispered,
“Still… don’t laugh too much with him next time.”
Jun shook his head, smiling.
“You’re impossible.”
“But you like me.”
Jun didn’t deny it. Because it was true.
That night, Thame did not let go. Not even a little. Jun was trying to cut vegetables in the kitchen. Thame stood behind him. Arms wrapped around his waist. Chin resting on his shoulder. Breathing softly against his neck.
“Thame,” Jun said calmly, “I need to move.”
“You can move.”
“I can’t. You’re holding me.”
“I’m supporting you.”
Jun sighed.
“You're a heavy support.”
Thame smiled against his shoulder.
“Good.”
Jun tried to step forward. Thame stepped forward too. Still attached.
“You’re acting like a baby,” Jun said.
“Only with you.”
Jun paused for half a second. Then continued cutting vegetables.
“Don’t you have a script to read?”
“I read it.”
“When?”
“While you were showering.”
Jun blinked.
“You could’ve rested.”
“I am resting.”
Jun felt fingers tighten slightly around his waist.
“You’re extra clingy today,” Jun said softly.
Thame hummed.
“You didn’t deny that you’re mine.”
Jun stopped cutting. Silence. Then he turned his head slightly.
“I said I’m yours.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you like this?”
Thame was quiet for a moment. Then he answered honestly.
“Because when someone looks at you like that… I feel weird.”
Jun turned off the stove. He turned around fully. Now they were face to face. Close. Very close.
“Are you still thinking about it?” Jun asked gently.
Thame nodded once.
“I know it’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“It is.”
“It’s just feelings.”
Thame looked at him.
“Do you ever get jealous?”
Jun thought about it. Then answered honestly.
“Yes.”
Thame blinked.
“When?”
“When fans shout your name like they own you.”
Thame froze. Jun continued quietly.
“When actresses stand too close.”
“When people call you perfect.”
Thame stared at him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Jun shrugged slightly.
“Because I trust you.”
Silence filled the kitchen. Soft. Warm. Thame slowly lifted his hand. Touched Jun’s cheek gently.
“I only come home to you.”
Jun’s eyes softened.
“I know.”
Thame leaned closer. Rested his forehead against Jun’s again.
“I don’t like sharing.”
“You don’t have to share.”
Thame smiled slightly.
“Good.”
Jun reached up. Brushed his fingers through Thame’s hair.
“Now let me cook.”
“No.”
“Thame.”
“I’ll let you cook if I can stay like this.”
Jun sighed dramatically.
“You’re impossible.”
“But you love me.”
Jun didn’t answer. Instead, he turned around again. Thame kept holding him. They cooked like that. Slowly. Carefully.
Sometimes Jun had to move his arms around Thame’s.
Sometimes Thame tightened his hold when Jun shifted too far.
When the food was ready, Thame refused to sit across the table.
He pulled his chair right next to Jun. Knee touching. Shoulder touching. Jun glanced at him.
“You’re not subtle.”
“I’m not trying to be.”
Jun shook his head but smiled. During dinner, Thame kept feeding Jun small pieces of food.
“You didn’t eat much at lunch,” Thame said.
Jun blinked.
“You noticed?”
“I always notice.”
After dinner, Jun stood up to wash dishes. Thame followed again. Leaning against the counter. Watching him.
“You’re staring,” Jun said.
“I like looking at you.”
Jun tried to ignore the heat in his ears.
“Go sit down.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because if I sit, you’ll be far.”
Jun turned slightly.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Thame stepped closer again. Hands on Jun’s waist.
“Stay close anyway.”
Jun finished washing quickly. When he dried his hands, Thame immediately took one of them. Interlocked fingers. Pulled him toward the living room. They sat on the couch. Thame didn’t even pretend to give space. He lay down and pulled Jun with him. Jun landed half on top of him.
“Thame!”
“What?”
“I was sitting.”
“You are sitting.”
“On you.”
“Exactly.”
Jun tried to move. Thame tightened his arms.
“No escape.”
Jun sighed softly. But he didn’t try too hard to leave. Thame buried his face in Jun’s chest. Breathing in slowly.
“You smell like soap.”
“I just washed dishes.”
“I know.”
Jun gently placed his hand on Thame’s head. Stroking slowly.
“You’re very clingy today,” he whispered.
“I told you.”
“Because of Mok?”
“…Maybe.”
Jun smiled softly.
“You’re cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You are.”
Thame looked up at him. Eyes softer now.
“Say it again.”
“You’re cute.”
Thame smiled properly this time. Big. Bright. Then he suddenly pulled Jun down slightly. Their faces close.
“Then treat me gently.”
Jun’s heart skipped.
“I always do.”
“More.”
Jun swallowed. Then he leaned down slowly. Pressed a soft kiss on Thame’s forehead. Thame closed his eyes. Satisfied.
“Again,” he whispered.
Jun rolled his eyes but did it again. This time on his cheek. Thame smiled.
“See? Clingy works.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Later that night, they moved to the bedroom. Jun was folding laundry. Thame sat on the bed watching him.
“You’re folding my clothes too neatly,” Thame said.
“That’s the point.”
“You can leave them messy.”
“I won’t.”
Thame stood up suddenly. Walked over. Wrapped his arms around Jun from behind again.Rested his chin on his shoulder.
“You’re soft today too.”
Jun smiled faintly.
“I’m always soft.”
“Not at work.”
“That’s different.”
Thame kissed the side of his neck lightly. Just once. Jun froze slightly.
“Thame.”
“What?”
“You’re getting bold.”
“I’m at home.”
Jun’s breathing slowed. He leaned back slightly into the hold. Thame tightened his arms again.
“You didn’t push me away.”
Jun stayed quiet. Because he didn’t want to. After folding clothes, they lay down. Lights off. Room quiet. Thame immediately moved close again. Leg over Jun’s. Arm around his waist. Face pressed near his neck. Jun chuckled softly.
“You’re attached.”
“Yes.”
“Like glue.”
“Yes.”
Jun reached down. Ran his fingers through Thame’s hair slowly. Thame relaxed instantly.
“You’re calming,” he murmured.
“You’re dramatic.”
“Maybe.”
Silence filled the room. But
Thame’s grip didn’t loosen.
“Jun,” he whispered in the dark.
“Hmm?”
“If someone tries to flirt with you again…”
Jun smiled faintly.
“What will you do?”
“I’ll stand closer.”
Jun laughed quietly.
“That’s your solution?”
“Yes.”
Jun turned slightly. Faced him.
“You don’t need to fight everyone.”
“I’m not fighting.”
“You’re guarding.”
Thame thought about it.
“…Maybe.”
Jun reached up. Touched his cheek gently in the dark.
“You don’t need to guard me.”
Thame’s voice softened.
“I just don’t want to lose you.”
Jun’s heart tightened.
“You won’t.”
“You promise?”
Jun nodded, even though it was dark.
“I promise.”
Thame relaxed again. His fingers moved slightly on Jun’s waist. Soft squeeze.
“Good,” he whispered.
Jun leaned forward. Pressed one last soft kiss on his hair.
“Sleep, clingy.”
Thame smiled against his neck.
“Only if you stay.”
“I’m here.”
And just like that, Thame finally fell asleep, still holding him tight, like he was afraid Jun would disappear.
But Jun stayed. His hand still in Thame’s hair. Letting him be clingy.
Because sometimes, even strong people need to hold something gently just to feel safe.
It was late again. Not the loud kind of late. Not the award-show kind. Just a quiet night. Rain tapped softly against the window. The city lights outside looked blurry through the glass. The apartment felt warm. Safe. Calm.
Jun was sitting on the couch with his laptop, reading through Thame’s next script. He wore one of Thame’s old hoodies. The sleeves were too long, covering half of his hands.
Thame stood near the window, watching the rain.
He wasn’t thinking about work.
He wasn’t thinking about fans.
He wasn’t thinking about awards.
He was thinking about the first time he called Jun that night backstage.
How scared he had been.
How hopeful.
How everything could have gone wrong.
But it didn’t.
It led here.
To this quiet room.
To Jun sitting on his couch like he belonged there.
Because he did.
Thame walked over slowly. Jun didn’t look up at first.
“Almost done?” Thame asked softly.
“Mm,” Jun replied. “Just finishing this page.”
Thame didn’t answer. He just stood there. Looking at him. Jun felt it. He slowly lifted his head.
“What?” he asked.
Thame’s eyes were soft. Deep. A little too quiet.
“You’re staring again,” Jun said.
“I like looking at you.”
Jun’s ears turned slightly red.
“You say that too much.”
“I mean it every time.”
Jun closed his laptop and placed it on the table.
“Did something happen?” he asked gently.
Thame shook his head.
“No.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
Thame stepped closer. Slow. Careful. Because even after everything, he still treated Jun like something fragile. Like something important.
“Because,” Thame said quietly, “I’m still scared sometimes.”
Jun blinked.
“Of what?”
“That I’ll wake up and this will disappear.”
Jun stood up. Now they were face to face. Close enough to feel each other’s breath.
“It won’t disappear,” Jun said softly.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
Thame swallowed.
“You’re not just my manager anymore,” he said.
“I know.”
“You’re not just someone who stands beside me.”
“I know.”
“You’re everything.”
Jun’s breath caught slightly. Jun reached up slowly. His fingers touched Thame’s cheek. Warm skin.
“I’m here,” Jun whispered.
Thame leaned into the touch without thinking. Like he always did. Jun stepped closer. Their chests touched. Their hands slowly found each other. Fingers sliding together. Thame’s voice dropped lower.
“I don’t want to be careful right now.”
Jun’s heartbeat picked up.
“Then don’t.”
That was all it took. Thame’s hand moved to Jun’s waist. Pulled him closer. Not rough. But firm. Needing. Their faces were inches apart.
“Jun,” Thame whispered.
“Yes.”
Then Thame kissed him. Not soft. Not shy. It was deep from the first second. His lips pressed hard against Jun’s. Warm. Hungry. Like he had been holding back all week. Jun gasped slightly into the kiss. But he didn’t pull away. He moved closer instead.
His hands slid up Thame’s chest. Fisted into his shirt. Holding on. Thame’s fingers tightened at Jun’s waist. Pulling him fully against him. No space left between them. The kiss grew deeper. Slower at first. Then stronger.
Thame tilted his head slightly. Changed the angle. His lips moving against Jun’s with more pressure. More heat. Jun’s breathing turned uneven. His fingers moved into Thame’s hair. Gripping softly. Thame made a low sound in his throat. Not loud. Jun felt it in his chest. Thame’s hand slid from Jun’s waist up to his back.
Holding him firmly. Like he was afraid to let go. Their mouths moved together again. Slower this time. But more intense. Jun felt warmth spread through his whole body.
Thame pulled back for half a second. Just enough to breathe. Their foreheads touched. Both breathing hard.
“Okay?” Thame asked quietly.
Jun didn’t answer with words. He pulled him back in. Kissed him again. Deeper. Stronger. His hands now fully tangled in Thame’s hair. Holding him there. Not letting him leave. Thame responded instantly. His hand slid up Jun’s back to his neck. Thumb brushing gently against his skin.
Then he kissed him slower. Dragging it out. Their lips pressed. Parted. Pressed again. Jun felt dizzy. In a good way. Thame’s kiss changed again. Less desperate. More certain. More claiming.
Jun’s hands moved down. Rested on Thame’s chest. Feeling his heartbeat. Fast. Just like his own. They kissed until their lips felt swollen. Until breathing became messy. Until Jun had to pull away again. He leaned his forehead against Thame’s shoulder. Trying to catch his breath. Thame rested his chin on Jun’s head. His hands still around him.
“You’re shaking,” Thame whispered.
“So are you,” Jun replied.
They both laughed softly. Jun lifted his head slowly. Looked at him. Eyes softer now.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said again.
Thame’s expression changed. He cupped Jun’s face with both hands. This time when he kissed him, it was slower. But even more intense. His lips moved gently but with purpose. Jun melted into it. When they finally broke apart, they didn’t move far. Their noses brushed lightly. Jun smiled faintly.
“You’re still clingy,” he whispered.
Thame smiled back.
“Only with you.”
Jun rested his head against Thame’s chest. Thame kissed the top of his head. And held him tighter.
The rain was still falling when they finally moved. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow. Thame didn’t let go of Jun’s hand as they walked toward the bedroom. Their fingers stayed locked together, warm and tight. The hallway light was dim. The room felt quiet. Jun stepped inside first.
Thame closed the door softly behind them. For a moment, they just stood there. Looking at each other. The air between them felt thick. Not awkward. Jun’s chest was still rising fast. Thame stepped closer again. Slow. Careful.
“You’re thinking too much,” Thame said softly.
Jun gave a small breath of a laugh. “I always think too much.”
Thame reached up. Brushed his thumb gently over Jun’s lower lip. It was slightly red and swollen from kissing. Jun’s breath caught at the small touch.
“Don’t think,” Thame whispered. “Just feel.”
Jun swallowed. Then he stepped forward until their bodies touched again. This time, Jun kissed him first. Not shy. Not hesitant.
His lips pressed firmly against Thame’s. Warm. Slow. Deep. Thame answered instantly. His hands slid to Jun’s waist, holding him steady. Their mouths moved together with more hunger now. Jun’s fingers curled into Thame’s shirt, pulling him closer.
They stumbled slightly toward the bed without breaking the kiss. Jun’s knees touched the edge first. He sat back slowly, pulling Thame with him. Thame leaned over him, hands braced on both side. Their lips met again. Deeper.
Jun’s hands slid up Thame’s neck, fingers brushing through his hair. Thame made a soft sound against his mouth, his body pressing closer. The room felt warmer. All Jun could feel was Thame’s breath against his skin. Thame pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were darker now.
“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.
Jun nodded.
“Yes.”
No fear in his voice. Just want. Thame kissed him again. This time slower. He took his time.
His lips moving from Jun’s mouth to his jaw. Then lower. Soft kisses. Jun’s hands gripped his shoulders tightly. Thame came back to his lips. Kissed him deeply. Jun’s back pressed into the mattress.
Thame’s hand slid to hold his. Their fingers intertwined. Holding tight. Their kisses grew slower. Heavier. Jun’s breathing turned uneven. Thame’s forehead rested against his.
“I love you,” Thame whispered.
Jun’s eyes softened.
“I know.”
“That’s not fair.”
Jun smiled faintly.
“I love you more.”
Thame kissed him again after that. Not hungry. Not desperate. Just full. Full of feeling. Full of relief. They moved together under the blankets, holding each other close. No rush. Just skin warm against skin and quiet breaths mixing together. Thame’s hands moved gently, careful, never pushing too far without checking. Jun answered every touch with his own, fingers tracing slow paths over familiar shoulders, arms, back.
Jun pulled him closer. Whispered his name softly. Thame answered by kissing him again. Long. Deep. Unhurried.
Their movements stayed slow. Careful. Like every touch meant something. When they finally settled under the blankets fully, they stayed wrapped around each other. Thame’s face buried near Jun’s neck. Jun’s arms around his back. Their legs tangled together. Hearts still racing.
Thame pressed one last soft kiss under Jun’s jaw. “You’re mine,” he whispered quietly. Jun smiled against his hair.
“And you’re mine.”
No hesitation. No doubt. And before sleep took them, Jun pressed one more slow, lingering kiss to Thame’s lips. Deep. Soft.
The morning came slowly. Soft light entered the bedroom through the curtains. The room felt calm and warm. Jun woke up first. He did not move right away. He just stayed there, looking at Thame’s sleeping face. Thame looked peaceful. His hair was messy. His lips were slightly open. One arm was wrapped tightly around Jun’s waist, like even in sleep he did not want to let go. Jun smiled softly. He moved his hand and brushed Thame’s hair away from his forehead. Thame made a small sound and pulled Jun even closer.
“Don’t go,” Thame mumbled, still half asleep.
Jun laughed quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Thame slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he just looked at Jun.
“You’re still here,” Thame said softly.
Jun nodded. “Of course.”
Thame looked at him like he wanted to say many things. But instead, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on Jun’s lips. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other. The weekend passed slowly. They cooked together. They cleaned the house. They argued over small silly things like who left the towel on the bed. They laughed more than they argued. Jun made breakfast while Thame stood behind him, hugging him from the back. Thame complained that Jun cut the fruit too small. Jun complained that Thame used too much sugar in coffee. But both of them were smiling.
In the afternoon, they sat on the couch. Jun rested his head on Thame’s shoulder. Thame played with Jun’s fingers absentmindedly.
“Are you scared?” Jun asked suddenly.
Thame was quiet for a moment.
“A little,” he admitted.
“Because of the fans?”
“Yes.”
Jun understood.
Fans had found old videos. Old photos. Moments where Thame looked at Jun too long. Moments where Jun smiled too softly. Fans talked.
Some were happy.
Some were angry.
Some tried to protect them.
Some tried to break them.
The internet never stayed quiet.
Jun lifted his head and looked at Thame.
“We don’t have to tell anyone everything,” Jun said.
“I know.”
“We just need to know it ourselves.”
Thame looked at him carefully.
“And we do know?”
Jun nodded.
“Yes.”
Thame smiled slowly.
Then he leaned down and kissed Jun’s forehead.
“Then that’s enough.”
On Monday, they went back to work. People looked at them a little differently. Some staff whispered. Some friends teased. Nano and Dylan were his friends from the entertainment industry.
Nano bumped into Thame and said, “So, ideal type, huh?”
Thame rolled his eyes. Dylan laughed loudly from the side. Jun tried to act normal. But Thame did not. He walked beside Jun openly. He stood close.
Not hiding.
Not showing off.
Just standing there like he always did.
During a break, Jun was talking to another actor. They were laughing about something. Thame watched from far away. His expression turned slightly serious.
Nano noticed and nudged him.
“Jealous again?”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You look jealous.”
Thame crossed his arms. Jun noticed the look from across the room. He excused himself and walked over.
“What?” Jun asked softly.
“Nothing.”
Jun stepped closer.
“Thame.”
Thame sighed.
“I don’t like when others get your attention.”
Jun smiled gently.
“You always have it.”
Thame looked at him. Jun reached out and held his hand for a second.Right there. In the open. Not long. But long enough. Thame’s face softened. That small touch was enough.
Weeks passed.
The noise online slowly became less loud.
Fans who loved them stayed.
Fans who hated left.
New projects started.
New schedules filled their days.
But nights were still theirs.
One evening, after a long day, they walked home together. Jun looked tired. Thame noticed.
“You worked too hard today.”
“So did you.”
They stopped at a small store. Bought ice cream. Shared one spoon. Jun laughed when Thame stole the bigger bite. At home, they changed into comfortable clothes. Jun sat on the bed, scrolling on his phone. Thame came out of the bathroom, hair still wet. He looked at Jun. Then he walked over and stood in front of him. Jun looked up.
“What?”
Thame did not answer. He just leaned down and kissed him softly. Jun blinked.
“That was random.”
Thame shrugged.
“I just wanted to.”
Jun smiled.Then he pulled him down to sit beside him. They leaned against each other.
“Do you regret it?” Thame asked suddenly.
“Regret what?”
“Choosing this. Choosing me.”
Jun did not answer right away. Then he turned to face Thame fully.
“No,” Jun said clearly.
“Even if it’s hard?”
“Yes.”
“Even if people talk?”
“Yes.”
Thame’s eyes softened.
“Why?”
Jun smiled gently.
“Because when I’m with you, it feels right.”
“You make me feel safe,” Jun continued.
“You make me feel happy.”
Thame reached out and held Jun’s face.
“You make me feel like home.”
Jun’s eyes became slightly shiny.
They did not need big promises. They had already chosen each other many times.
In small ways.
In quiet ways.
On hard days.
On easy days.
Jun woke up early that morning. The room was still dark. The sky outside was soft blue. Thame was still sleeping beside him, breathing slowly, one arm thrown over Jun’s waist like always. Jun looked at him quietly. Today was important. But he pretended like it was not. Jun slowly moved Thame’s arm and slipped out of bed carefully. Thame made a small sound.
“Jun… where are you going…” he mumbled.
“Bathroom,” Jun lied softly.
Thame nodded sleepily and turned to the other side. Jun smiled.
“Sleep more,” he whispered.
He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door gently. Today was their anniversary.
The day Thame first said “I love you.”
The day everything became real.
Jun looked around the living room. He had a plan. A secret plan. First, he cleaned everything. He wiped the table. He vacuumed the floor. He opened the windows to let fresh air come in. Then he checked his phone.
Nano had already texted him.
Nano: Is Operation Anniversary ready?
Jun: Yes. Don’t tell him anything.
Nano: I’m not stupid.
Jun rolled his eyes but smiled. He had asked Nano and Dylan to distract Thame later. He needed time. After cleaning, Jun went to the kitchen. He tied an apron around his waist. Today he would bake a cake. A real one. Not burnt. He searched for the recipe again. He measured flour carefully. He cracked eggs slowly. He mixed everything gently.
“No burning,” he whispered to himself.
The oven was on. Jun watched it like it was his enemy. After a while, the cake was ready. He opened the oven carefully. It smelled sweet. He touched the top lightly. Soft. Not burnt. Jun let out a small happy laugh.
“Yes.”
He let it cool down. Then he started decorating it. He spread cream carefully on top. It was not perfect. But it was made with care. On top, he wrote with chocolate:
“Thank you for choosing me.”
His hands shook a little while writing. But he finished it. He stepped back and looked at it. Around noon, Thame finally woke up properly. He walked into the living room, hair messy, wearing a loose shirt.
“Why are you cleaning so much?” Thame asked.
Jun acted normal.
“Because the house was messy.”
“It was not messy.”
Jun shrugged. Thame looked at him carefully.
“You’re acting weird.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Jun ignored him and went to the kitchen. Thame followed him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Jun turned and blinked.
“What?”
“You’re too quiet.”
Jun tried not to smile.
“I’m just busy.”
Thame stared at him longer. Then he crossed his arms.
“You forgot something, didn’t you?”
Jun kept his face blank.
“Forgot what?”
Thame’s face changed slightly.
“You really forgot?”
Jun looked confused on purpose.
“Forgot what?”
Thame stayed quiet. His shoulders dropped a little.
“Nothing.”
Jun’s chest felt a little guilty. But he stayed strong. He needed it to look real. In the afternoon, Nano called.
“P’Thame! Come help me with something!”
Nano shouted through the phone dramatically. Thame looked annoyed.
“Why me?”
“Because I need you. Now.”
Jun tried to hide his smile.
“Go help him,” Jun said calmly.
Thame looked at Jun again.
“You’re sure you don’t remember?”
Jun blinked innocently.
“Remember what?”
Thame sighed.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
He grabbed his jacket slowly. At the door, he paused. He looked back at Jun.
“Even if you forget things, I still remember.”
Jun’s heart squeezed.
“I’ll be back later,” Thame said quietly.
Jun nodded. When the door closed, Jun let out a deep breath.
“Sorry…”
He had only a few hours. He moved fast. He printed small photos. Old photos of them. From early days. From first projects. From backstage moments. From silly selfies. He placed them on the wall carefully. He put small fairy lights around the living room. He dimmed the lights. He placed candles on the table. Not too many. Just enough to make it warm. He placed the cake in the center. Then he changed his clothes. Simple but nice. He looked at himself in the mirror.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Evening came. Jun turned off the main lights.
The room glowed softly from candles and fairy lights. His heart was beating fast. The door opened. Thame stepped inside slowly. The living room was dark.
“Jun?” he called.
“Come here,” Jun answered softly.
Thame walked forward. Then he stopped. The lights from candles touched his face. He saw the photos on the wall. He saw the cake. He saw Jun standing there quietly. Thame froze.
He looked around slowly. He saw old pictures.
A picture of them laughing.
A picture of Thame staring at Jun without knowing.
A picture of Jun fixing Thame’s tie.
A picture of their first award show.
His eyes became shiny.
“You…” Thame whispered.
Jun stepped closer.
“I didn’t forget.”
Thame’s lips trembled slightly.
“You acted like you forgot.”
“I had to.”
Thame looked at the cake. He read the words.
“Thank you for choosing me.”
His breathing became uneven. Jun spoke softly.
“That day… you said I love you.”
Thame nodded slowly.
“I was scared,” Jun continued. “But you still chose me.”
Thame looked at him fully now.
“I choose you every day,” Thame said.
Jun smiled gently.
“Then today, I choose you again.”
The room was quiet. Only their breathing. Thame stepped forward. His hands shook slightly as he reached for Jun.
“You’re cruel,” Thame whispered.
Jun smiled softly. “I know.”
Thame pulled him into a tight hug. Very tight. Jun felt warmth spread through his chest.
“I thought you forgot,” Thame said quietly into his shoulder.
“I would never forget.”
They stayed hugging for a long time. Then Jun pulled back slightly.
“Sit,” Jun said.
Thame sat at the table slowly, still looking emotional. Jun lit the candles on the cake.
“Make a wish,” Jun said softly.
Thame looked at him.
“I already have what I wished for.”
Jun’s face turned warm.
“Still. Make one.”
Thame closed his eyes.
He did not wish for fame.
He did not wish for money.
He did not wish for more success.
He wished for something simple.
Please let us stay like this for a long time.
Let Jun smile at me like this every day.
Let us always sit together at one table.
Let me wake up next to him again and again.
Let us eat at the same table, laugh at small things, and argue over silly topics.
Let us never become strangers.
If we fight, let us always talk again.
If I get tired, let me find rest in him.
If he gets tired, let me be strong for him.
Let our home stay warm.
Let his hands always reach for mine.
Let me protect him.
If the world becomes hard again, give me strength to hold his hand and never let go.
He stayed still for a few more seconds. Then he slowly opened his eyes. And he blew out the candles. Jun clapped softly. They cut the cake together. It was sweet. Soft. Perfect enough. Thame took a bite and smiled.
“It’s not burnt.”
Jun laughed.
“I practiced.”
They ate slowly. Talking softly. Laughing at old memories. Thame pointed at one photo.
“Remember this? You were so shy.”
“You were worse.”
“I was not.”
“You couldn’t even look at me.”
“I was looking.”
Jun raised an eyebrow.
“Staring is not the same.”
Thame laughed quietly. After cake, they moved to the couch. Fairy lights glowing softly. Jun leaned against Thame’s shoulder. Thame held his hand.
“Thank you,” Thame said.
“For what?”
“For not giving up.”
Jun looked at him.
“You didn’t either.”
Thame touched Jun’s cheek gently.
“I was afraid back then.”
“I know.”
“But I was more afraid of losing you.”
Jun’s eyes softened.
“You won’t lose me.”
Thame leaned forward and kissed him softly. Slow. Gentle. Jun kissed back. Their lips moved slowly, like they had all the time in the world. When they pulled apart, their foreheads touched.
“Happy anniversary,” Jun whispered.
Thame smiled.
“Happy anniversary.”
They turned off most of the candles. Left only the fairy lights on. They lay down on the couch together. Jun resting half on top of Thame. Thame’s arms wrapped around him.
“Next year,” Thame said softly, “I’ll surprise you.”
Jun smiled.
“We’ll see.”
Thame kissed his hair gently and fell asleep while holding Jun tightly.
It started on a very normal Tuesday. Too normal. Jun was lying on the couch, scrolling on his phone. Thame was in the kitchen making coffee. The house was quiet. Peaceful. Then Jun froze.
“…What?”
Thame looked from the kitchen.
“What?”
Jun didn’t answer. Thame walked over with two cups.
“What happened?”
Jun slowly turned his phone around. On the screen was a trending tag.
#ThameJunOrJunThame
Thame blinked.
“…What is that?”
Jun stared at him.
“Read it.”
Thame sat down beside him. Jun started reading posts out loud.
@softforThame
OKAY BUT IMPORTANT QUESTION. Is it #ThameJun or #JunThame??? WE NEED TO DECIDE.
@thamesunshine
ThameJun obviously. Have you SEEN the way Thame looks at him???
@junthameuniverse
Excuse me?? JunThame makes more sense. Jun is calm but secretly strong.
@thamelover
I don’t care who is what. They just need to kiss again.
@protectthame
WHY ARE WE DISCUSSING THIS LIKE A BUSINESS MEETING 😭
@thameonly
Listen. This is serious. Energy matters.
Thame started laughing. Jun did not laugh.
“This is not funny.”
“It’s very funny,” Thame said.
Jun kept scrolling.
@topenergythame
Thame gives top energy. CONFIRMED.
@topjunvibe
Jun has hidden boss energy. You’re blind.
@researchingjunthame
I made a 12 post thread explaining why it’s JunThame. Please read carefully.
@thame_supporter
Y’all fighting like this is politics.
@thamebiased
It’s ThameJun because Thame is taller. That’s science.
@junbiased
Height means nothing. Jun has power.
Jun slowly looked at Thame.
“Why are they analyzing us like this?”
Thame was trying not to laugh.
“I think it’s impressive.”
“Impressive??”
“They did research.”
Jun stared at him.
“Are you enjoying this?”
Thame took a sip of coffee calmly.
“A little.”
Jun gasped.
“You’re terrible.”
Thame leaned back.
“It’s cute.”
Jun scrolled faster. The posts were endless.
@fandomdetective
Based on body language from the 2019 interview, Jun has control.
@thameprotector
WRONG. In the 2021 clip, Thame literally pulled Jun closer.
@lovethameforever
I can’t believe we are fighting over fictional positions.
@thameupdates
Guys. They are just two soft men. Calm down.
@thamejunforever
If it’s not ThameJun I’m deleting my account.
@junthame_supremacy
Delete it then.
Jun dropped his phone on the couch.
“This is a war.”
Thame picked up the phone again.
“Oh wait, there’s a poll.”
Jun grabbed it back.
“No.”
But it was too late. Thame had seen it.
Poll Results:
ThameJun – 52%
JunThame – 48%
Thame smiled slowly.
“Looks like I’m winning.”
Jun’s eyes narrowed.
“Winning what?”
“The debate.”
“There is no debate!”
Thame leaned closer.
“Are you upset because you’re losing?”
Jun crossed his arms.
“I’m not losing.”
“You are.”
“It’s only a four percent difference!”
Thame laughed. Jun stood up suddenly.
“This is ridiculous.”
Thame followed him.
“Why are you so serious?”
“Because this is embarrassing!”
“Why?”
“Because now they are making edits.”
Thame blinked.
“Edits?”
Jun opened another post.
@editthamejun
New ThameJun edit drop. Slow motion eye contact. I’m screaming.
@junthame_edit
JunThame slow burn compilation. You’re welcome.
@topenergyjun
Look at how Jun pushes Thame slightly here. That’s dominance.
@topthame
Again, Thame is taller. End of discussion.
@thameenergy
They switch. I feel it.
@lovethameforever
YES THEY SWITCH.
Thame burst out laughing. Jun covered his face with both hands.
“I can’t believe this.”
Thame stepped closer and gently removed Jun’s hands from his face.
“Why are you embarrassed?”
“Because now they are imagining things!”
Thame smiled teasingly.
“Are they wrong?”
Jun froze.
“Thame.”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking.”
Thame laughed again. Jun tried to walk away. Thame followed him like a puppy.
“So,” Thame said lightly, “what do you think?”
“About what?”
“The poll.”
Jun stopped.
“I think fans should focus on work.”
“That’s boring.”
Jun turned around.
“You like being called top energy?”
Thame grinned.
“Do you like being called hidden boss energy?”
Jun’s face turned slightly red.
“I am not hiding anything.”
Thame leaned closer.
“So you admit you have boss energy?”
Jun blinked.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You just did.”
Jun pointed at him.
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
Thame shrugged.
“It’s rare to see you flustered.”
“I am not flustered.”
“You are.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
They stared at each other. Silence. Then Jun pushed his shoulder lightly.
“Stop smiling like that.”
“I can’t.”
Jun grabbed his phone again.
“Oh my god. They are tagging us.”
Thame leaned over his shoulder to look.
@lovethameforever
Imagine if they see this tag.
@thamejun_supporter
If Jun posts something now I will faint.
@thamesupporter
Sir we need clarification.
@junpleaseanswer
Blink twice if you’re JunThame.
@junthame
This is more intense than sports.
@thamesunshine
Can we make an official agreement?
@thamelover
This is why we can’t have peace.
Jun threw himself back onto the couch dramatically.
“I want to disappear.”
Thame sat beside him.
“You’re overreacting.”
Jun glared at him.
“You’re underreacting.”
Thame leaned his chin on Jun’s shoulder.
“So what if they think things?”
Jun sighed.
“It feels weird.”
Thame’s voice became softer.
“They are just joking. They like us. That’s why they talk.”
Jun stayed quiet. Thame gently bumped their shoulders together.
“You know what’s funny?”
“What.”
“They think they can decide.”
Jun looked at him slowly.
“And?”
“And we don’t even argue about this.”
Jun’s lips twitched slightly.
“Now we are arguing.”
“Yes, because of them.”
Jun stared at the poll again.
“It’s still 52%.”
Thame grinned proudly holding Jun's phone. Jun suddenly grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?” Thame asked.
Jun typed quickly. Thame leaned closer.
“Don’t post something crazy.”
Jun ignored him. He pressed post. Thame grabbed his own phone quickly. Notification. Jun’s new post.
JunOfficial:
Y’all have too much free time.
The internet exploded. Notifications flooding. New posts appearing every second.
@thamelover
HE SAW IT.
@thameupdates
EVERYONE STAY CALM.
@topenergythame
He didn’t deny it.
@thamesunshine
This makes it worse.
@lovethameforever
He’s watching us fight.
Thame laughed loudly.
“You made it worse.”
Jun stared at the screen.
“I know.”
Thame suddenly typed something too. Jun tried to stop him.
“Don’t you dare.”
Too late.
ThameOfficial:
Continue your research. It’s entertaining.
Jun gasped.
“THAME!”
Thame laughed so hard he almost dropped his phone. The internet went insane.
@thameupdates
HE SAID CONTINUE.
@thamejunlover
New thread starting now.
@junthame_supremacy
He didn’t deny JunThame.
@thamejunforever
He’s confident because he knows.
@thamelover
They are laughing at us.
@lovethameforever
This is the best day of my life.
Jun looked at Thame in shock.
“You are evil.”
“I am bored.”
Jun crossed his arms.
“This is your fault now.”
Thame leaned closer slowly.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
Thame tilted his head slightly.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
Jun blinked.
“What?”
“Are you going to prove them wrong?”
Jun stared at him.
“You’re impossible.”
Thame smiled softly. Jun tried to stay serious. But then he started laughing. He couldn’t help it. The whole situation was too ridiculous. They were two grown men. Arguing over fan theories about fictional positions. Jun leaned back on the couch.
“This fandom is crazy.”
Thame lay down beside him.
“But they’re ours.”
Jun sighed.
“Yes.”
They both looked at the ceiling. Phones still buzzing nonstop. After a few minutes, Jun said quietly,
“So.”
“So?”
“If you had to choose the hashtag.”
Thame turned his head slowly.
“Oh?”
Jun tried to act calm.
“Just curious.”
Thame smiled mischievously.
“I like both.”
“That’s not answering.”
“Why should I answer?”
Jun narrowed his eyes.
“You’re scared.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“I’m confident.”
Jun leaned closer.
“Prove it.”
Thame stared at him. The air shifted slightly. Still playful. But closer. Thame leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart.
“Why do I need to prove anything?” he whispered lightly.
Jun swallowed. Because even joking, Thame’s voice was unfair.
“You started this,” Jun said softly.
Thame’s smile softened.
“Maybe I just like seeing you react.”
Jun tried to look annoyed. But his ears were red. Thame noticed. He gently tapped Jun’s nose.
“Relax.”
Jun grabbed his wrist.
“Stop teasing.”
Thame laughed quietly. The phones kept buzzing in the background. But neither of them cared anymore. Jun sighed.
“Fine.”
“Fine what?”
“I don’t care about the tag.”
Thame smiled.
“Good.”
Jun looked at him carefully.
“But if anyone says I don’t have power, I’ll block them.”
Thame burst out laughing again.
“Hidden boss energy.”
Jun pushed him lightly.
“Shut up.”
They both laughed until their stomachs hurt. The war online continued. Polls. Threads. Edits.
Later that night, Jun checked the poll again.
50%
50%
He looked at Thame.
“It’s tied.”
Thame raised an eyebrow.
“Balanced.”
Jun smirked slightly.
“Maybe that’s the answer.”
Thame looked at him softly.
“Maybe.”
Jun placed his phone down.
“No more reading.”
“Agreed.”
They turned off the lights. The fandom still debating loudly somewhere online. But inside the bedroom, it was peaceful.
The next morning, the war was worse. Much worse. Jun woke up to his phone vibrating non-stop. He didn’t even open his eyes fully. He just reached for his phone blindly.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
He opened one eye.
Notifications: 99+
He closed his eyes again.
“No.”
Thame was still half asleep beside him.
“What happened…” he mumbled.
Jun turned the phone toward him.
“Look.”
Thame squinted at the screen.
#ThameJunVsJunThame was now number one trending.
Worldwide.
Thame blinked.
“…We did that?”
“Yes,” Jun said flatly. “You did.”
Thame smiled sleepily.
“Iconic.”
Jun smacked his arm lightly.
“This is not iconic.”
Thame stretched lazily.
“It’s kind of funny.”
Jun sat up.
“It’s not funny anymore.”
Thame sat up too.
“Okay. Show me.”
Jun opened Twitter. New posts were flying every second.
@lovethamejunforever
DAY 2 OF THE GREAT WAR.
@thame_supporter
I stayed up all night rewatching clips. I have evidence.
@thamejunlover
Still taller. Still ThameJun.
@hiddenbossjun
Jun’s calm face hides power. JunThame forever.
@thameupdates
What if… listen carefully… they switch.
@lovethameforever
We need a debate panel.
Thame laughed. Jun looked tired already.
“It’s 8 AM,” Jun said. “Why are they awake?”
Thame shrugged.
“Passion.”
Jun scrolled more. There were charts now. Actual charts.
@thamejunleader
I made a pie chart based on eye contact dominance.
@junthameleader
THREAD: 20 reasons why JunThame makes more sense (long read).
@thameanalysis
Notice how Thame always pulls Jun first. That’s not random.
@junanalysis
Notice how Jun always lets him. That’s power.
Jun covered his face.
“They are writing essays.”
Thame leaned closer.
“Wait, someone made a video.”
Jun pressed play. It was a compilation. Slow motion clips. Zoom-ins. Text on screen:
“Observe the tension.”
Jun paused the video immediately.
“No.”
Thame burst out laughing.
“This is cinema.”
Jun threw a pillow at him.
“This is chaos!”
Thame caught the pillow easily.
“Why are you stressed?”
“Because now fans are fighting in the comments.”
Jun showed him.
@junthameleader
Stop fighting. They would laugh at us.
@thameanalysis
No peace until we get an answer.
@lovethameforever
THEY LITERALLY SAID CONTINUE RESEARCH.
@thameupdates
We are embarrassing ourselves.
Thame rubbed his chin dramatically.
“Maybe we should give them an answer.”
Jun looked at him sharply.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it will get worse.”
Thame tilted his head.
“Or it will end.”
Jun stared at him.
“You underestimate fandom.”
Thame smiled.
“True.”
Jun kept scrolling. Now fans were making memes.
Picture of a battlefield with caption:
“ThameJun vs JunThame 2026.”
Picture of two cats fighting with labels:
“Top energy vs Hidden boss energy.”
Jun couldn’t help it. He laughed. Thame looked proud.
“You see?”
Jun shook his head.
“This is your fault.”
“Our fault.”
“No. You told them to continue research.”
Thame shrugged.
“And you said they have too much free time.”
Jun sighed deeply.
“Should we post again?”
Thame’s eyes lit up.
“Yes.”
Jun narrowed his eyes.
“Carefully.”
They sat close together now. Both looking at Jun’s phone. Jun typed slowly. Then stopped.
“No, that sounds serious.”
Thame leaned over and typed something instead. Jun tried to grab the phone.
“Don’t!”
Too late.
Posted.
JunOfficial:
Y’all need to rest. Drink water.
Jun stared at him.
“That’s it?”
Thame nodded.
“Healthy advice.”
Notifications exploded again.
@thameanalysis
HE TOLD US TO DRINK WATER.
@dramaticfan
HE DIDN’T DENY IT.
@junthameleader
WE CONTINUE.
Jun slowly turned to Thame.
“They’re not stopping.”
Thame laughed so hard he leaned back on the bed.
“I love them.”
Jun lay down beside him.
“This will never end.”
Thame stared at the ceiling.
“Maybe it doesn’t need to.”
Jun turned his head slightly.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s harmless. They’re just having fun.”
Jun thought about it.
Yes, it was chaotic.
Yes, it was ridiculous.
But it wasn’t mean.
It was playful. Loud. Overdramatic. But playful. His phone buzzed again. He checked. New poll. Now 51% of JunThame.
Jun slowly smiled.
“Oh?”
Thame noticed.
“What?”
Jun showed him. Thame narrowed his eyes.
“This is manipulation.”
Jun smirked.
“Maybe people see hidden boss energy.”
Thame leaned closer.
“You’re enjoying this now.”
“Maybe.”
Thame poked his side.
“Don’t get confident.”
Jun poked him back.
“Why? Afraid?”
“Me? Afraid?”
Jun sat up slightly.
“Looks like I’m winning now.”
Thame moved closer too. Their faces only a short distance apart.
“Temporary victory.”
Jun raised an eyebrow.
“We’ll see.”
Silence for two seconds. Then Thame suddenly grabbed his phone.
“Hey!”
Thame typed fast. Posted from his account.
ThameOfficial:
Poll results don’t decide reality.
Jun’s jaw dropped.
“You are insane.”
Thame grinned proudly. Notifications exploded again.
@thameanalysis
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.
@dramaticfan
HE CHALLENGED US.
@junthamearmy
THIS IS A WAR DECLARATION.
@thamejunleader
WE ACCEPT.
Jun collapsed back on the bed.
“This is out of control.”
Thame lay beside him again.
“I didn’t say which reality.”
Jun turned his head slowly.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Yes.”
Jun stared at the ceiling.
“If our manager calls…”
“We’ll say it’s community engagement.”
Jun snorted. Jun looked at the poll one last time.
50%
50%
Balanced again. Jun placed his phone down.
“Let them fight.”
Thame turned on his side, facing him fully.
“Oh, I will let them fight,” Thame said.
Jun narrowed his eyes.
“That tone sounds suspicious.”
Thame smiled slowly.
“You said it was 50–50.”
“Yes.”
“That means undecided.”
“So?”
“So,” Thame moved closer, “maybe we should test it.”
Jun blinked.
“Test what?”
Thame suddenly leaned forward and pushed Jun gently back onto the bed. Jun let out a small surprised sound.
“What are you doing?”
Thame hovered above him, one hand near Jun’s shoulder, the other beside his head.
“Gathering evidence,” Thame said seriously.
Jun stared at him.
“You’re insane.”
“Research purposes.”
Jun tried not to smile.
“You look ridiculous.”
Thame leaned down closer.
“Do I?”
Their noses almost touched. Jun’s heart skipped a little. But he refused to look weak.
“Height advantage,” Thame whispered dramatically. “Strong presence. Natural top energy.”
Jun snorted.
“You practiced that line, didn’t you?”
“No.”
“Yes, you did.”
Thame leaned in and kissed him. Soft at first. Slow. Like he was proving a point. Jun kissed back immediately. No hesitation. Thame deepened it slightly, pressing closer. His hand slid to Jun’s waist, holding him down gently.
“See?” Thame murmured between kisses. “Dominant.”
Jun’s hands rested on Thame’s shoulders. He let him have it. For five seconds. Then Jun suddenly shifted his weight. In one smooth move, he rolled them over. Now Thame was the one on his back. Jun above him. Thame blinked. Jun leaned down slowly.
“Hidden boss energy,” Jun whispered.
Thame swallowed. Jun kissed him this time. Not soft. Not shy. Firm. Slow. Thame’s hands instinctively moved to Jun’s waist. Jun caught his wrists gently and pinned them beside his head.
“Research,” Jun said calmly.
Thame stared up at him.
“Oh.”
Jun kissed him again. Deeper. Like he had all the time in the world. Thame made a small sound in his throat. Jun pulled back slightly.
“Who looks dominant now?”
Thame’s cheeks were slightly pink.
“This is temporary.”
Jun smiled.
“Poll says otherwise.”
Thame suddenly bucked his hips slightly and flipped them again. Now he was on top once more.
“This is not a poll,” Thame said, breathing slightly heavier. “This is reality.”
Jun laughed under him.
“You’re competitive.”
“Yes.”
“Over this?”
“Yes.”
Jun reached up and tugged lightly at Thame’s shirt.
“Then show me.”
Thame’s eyes darkened slightly. He leaned down and kissed Jun again. Slower. Deeper. His body pressed closer. His hand slid under Jun’s shirt, warm palm against his skin. Jun inhaled sharply. Thame smirked slightly against his lips.
“Confidence,” he whispered.
Jun’s fingers tightened in Thame’s hair.
“Arrogance.”
Thame kissed down his jaw lightly. Jun’s breathing became uneven for a second. Thame noticed.
“See?”
Jun didn’t answer. Instead, he hooked one leg around Thame’s and shifted again. With surprising strength, he reversed them once more. Thame blinked up at him. Jun’s hair fell slightly into his eyes.
“You talk too much,” Jun said softly.
Then he kissed him. Harder this time. Not rough. But intense. Thame melted for a second. Just a second. Jun used that moment to press him down more firmly.
“Who panicked first?” Jun whispered near his ear.
Thame’s ears turned red.
“I did not panic.”
“You did.”
Jun kissed his neck lightly. Thame shivered. Jun smiled against his skin.
“Interesting.”
Thame grabbed Jun’s waist and flipped them again. They both burst into laughter this time. They were tangled in blankets now. Hair messy. Breathing slightly heavier.
“This is ridiculous,” Jun said between laughs.
“It’s important research.”
Jun pushed at Thame’s shoulder.
“You’re just stubborn.”
“And you’re secretly enjoying this.”
Jun opened his mouth to argue. But Thame kissed him again before he could speak. Jun froze for half a second. Then kissed back. Slow. Warm. The teasing tone faded slightly. Thame’s hand rested on Jun’s cheek gently. Jun’s fingers traced lightly down Thame’s arm. When they pulled apart, Jun looked at him carefully.
“You know,” Jun said quietly, “it doesn’t matter.”
Thame tilted his head.
“What?”
“The tag.”
Thame’s expression softened. Jun brushed his thumb along Thame’s collarbone lightly.
“They can fight all they want.”
Thame nodded slowly.
“But here,” Jun said softly, “it’s just us.”
Thame smiled gently. Then, without warning, Jun rolled them one last time. Now Jun was on top again. Thame raised an eyebrow.
“Final statement?”
Jun leaned down close to his ear.
“We’re both,” he whispered.
Thame blinked. Jun kissed him once more. Soft. Slow. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against Thame’s.
“No winner,” Jun said.
Thame smiled.
“Switch agenda?”
Jun laughed.
“Maybe.”
Thame wrapped his arms around Jun’s back and pulled him down into a proper hug. No more flipping. No more competing. After a minute, Thame murmured,
“If the fandom knew…”
Jun covered his mouth quickly.
“Don’t you dare.”
Thame laughed against his hand. Jun finally relaxed and lay half on top of him.
Jun whispered softly,
“So what are we?”
Thame didn’t hesitate.
“ThameJunJunThame.”
Jun burst out laughing.
“That’s not a thing.”
“It is now.”
Jun shook his head.
“You’re impossible.”
“But you like me.”
“Yes.”
Thame smiled softly.
“Then I win.”
Jun leaned down and kissed him again.
“No,” Jun whispered against his lips. “We both do.”
Jun was still half lying on top of Thame when Thame suddenly went very quiet. Too quiet. Jun narrowed his eyes.
“…Why are you thinking?”
Thame looked innocent.
“I always think.”
“That’s a lie.”
Thame slowly reached for his phone on the bedside table. Jun’s eyes widened.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Thame.”
“Relax.”
Jun tried to grab the phone, but Thame rolled slightly to the side, holding it above his head like a child protecting candy.
“You are not posting anything.”
“I am.”
“You are not.”
“I am.”
Jun climbed over him, trying to reach it.
“Give it to me!”
Thame laughed, dodging him.
“Too slow, hidden boss.”
Jun froze.
“You did not just say that.”
Thame grinned and quickly typed. Post. Jun’s stomach dropped.
“What did you write?”
Thame turned the screen toward him.
ThameOfficial:
Since everyone is working so hard… I support your research. Continue the debate. I’ll be watching. #ThameJun #JunThame
Jun stared at him.
“You added both tags.”
“Fair king behavior.”
Jun covered his face.
“It’s over.”
The phone exploded instantly. Notifications flooded in so fast the screen froze for a second.
@junthameleader
HE POSTED BOTH TAGS.
@thameanalysis
THIS IS NOT HELPING.
@thamejunleader
HE PUT OUR TAG FIRST.
@dramaticfan
NO HE PUT BOTH.
@thameupdate
The order matters.
@thamejunleader
THE ORDER MATTERS.
@thamejunfandom
“I’ll be watching” ??? HELLO ???
@lovethamejunforever
HE SUPPORTS RESEARCH.
@thamejunfandom
WE HAVE OFFICIAL PERMISSION.
@junthamefandom
Sir please stop encouraging us.
@hiddenbossjun
Jun blink twice if you need help.
@thameaddict
He’s confident. That’s top energy.
@calmjun_supremacy
Jun allowed this post. That’s control.
@junthamefanaccount
HE SAID HE’LL BE WATCHING. I’M SCARED.
@junbiased
Jun is probably rolling his eyes right now.
@thamebiased
He definitely is.
@thamejunforever
THIS IS A WIN FOR US.
@junthamealways
WRONG.
@thamesunshine
HE’S FANNING THE FLAMES.
Jun stared at the screen in horror.
“It’s spreading to TikTok.”
Thame peeked at his own notifications.
“Oh wow.”
Jun looked at him sharply.
“You’re enjoying this.”
Thame nodded.
“Yes.”
Jun smacked his chest lightly.
“You are impossible.”
Thame suddenly pulled Jun down onto him again.
“You love impossible.”
Jun tried to stay serious. But his lips twitched.
New hashtag rising:
#SwitchThameJun
Jun groaned.
“They made a third option.”
Thame laughed so hard he almost dropped his phone. Fans kept going.
@thamehome
Honestly… makes sense.
@ThameJunDefenseTeam
After reviewing footage again, I support switch theory.
@thamejunleader
WAIT.
@junthamearmy
HOLD ON.
@thameaddict
This plot twist is insane.
@lovethamejunforever
They did this on purpose.
Jun slowly turned off his phone.
“I blame you.”
Thame smiled sweetly.
“You’re welcome.”
Jun sighed dramatically and lay his head on Thame’s chest.
“You realize this will follow us forever.”
Thame wrapped his arms around him comfortably.
“Good.”
Jun looked up.
“Good?”
“Means they care.”
Jun softened slightly.
“Yes… but they’re insane.”
“They’re our insane.”
Jun tried not to smile. Failed.
“You are not posting again.”
Thame raised both hands.
“Fine.”
Pause.
Three seconds later—
Thame leaned closer and whispered,
“Maybe just one more.”
Jun slapped a pillow over his face.
“No.”
Thame’s muffled voice came through the pillow.
“For research.”
Jun lay back down on top of him and pressed the pillow harder.
“Sleep.”
Thame held Jun close.
Five years later. The world feels different now. Not quieter. Just calmer. The noise is still there sometimes. Fans still talk. Clips still go viral. Old interviews still get shared. But it doesn’t shake them like before.
The morning sunlight enters a bigger bedroom now. The curtains are light cream. The walls are soft gray. There is a wooden shelf full of awards. Photos. Frames. Memories. Jun wakes up first. Some things never change. He turns slightly. Thame is still sleeping beside him. Hair messy. Arm thrown over Jun’s waist. Even after five years. Jun smiles softly.
“You never change,” he whispers.
Thame makes a small sound and pulls him closer.
“Don’t move,” Thame mumbles.
Jun laughs quietly.
“I have to.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Thame opens one eye.
“You’re warm. Stay.”
Jun brushes his fingers through Thame’s hair.
“You have a meeting at ten.”
Thame groans dramatically.
“Cancel it.”
“You’re the producer now. You can’t cancel everything.”
Thame closes his eyes again.
“I miss when I was just an actor.”
Jun smiles.
“You complained back then too.”
Thame finally opens both eyes and looks at Jun. There are faint smile lines near his eyes now. He looks a little bit older. Stronger. But the way he looks at Jun is still the same. Soft.
“Good morning,” Thame says quietly.
“Good morning.”
They kiss. Slow. No rush. Just a habit. From outside the bedroom door, a small scratching sound appears. Jun lifts his head.
“He’s awake.”
Thame sighs.
“Why does he wake up so early?”
The scratching becomes louder. Jun laughs and gets out of bed. He opens the door. A small brown dog runs in happily. Tail wagging like crazy.
“Good morning, cupcake,” Jun says softly.
The dog jumps onto the bed. Thame pretends to be annoyed.
“You love him more than me.”
Jun raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t start.”
Thame sits up and scratches the dog’s head. Cupcake immediately moves to Jun’s side again.
“See?” Thame says.
“He knows who feeds him,” Jun answers.
Five years ago, they adopted cupcake quietly. No big announcement. No dramatic reveal. Just a simple post of a small paw and a caption:
“New family member.”
Fans screamed. Of course. They always scream.
Jun walks to the kitchen. The house is bigger now. Bright windows. Plants near the balcony. A long dining table. Thame follows him slowly. Still half sleepy. He wraps his arms around Jun from behind while Jun makes coffee. Some habits never change.
“You’re clingy,” Jun says.
“You like it.”
Jun doesn’t deny it. Cupcake runs around their feet. The coffee machine hums. After breakfast, they sit at the table. Jun checks his schedule on a tablet. He works behind the scenes more now. Less on camera. More writing. More directing. Thame notices.
“You’re thinking.”
“I always think.”
“Too much.”
Jun looks at him.
“Someone has to.”
Thame smiles.
“Relax.”
Jun glances at him.
“You have an interview next week.”
“Yes.”
“They might ask personal questions again.”
Thame shrugs lightly.
“They always do.”
“Are you ready?”
Thame looks at Jun carefully.
“I’ve been ready for years.”
Jun studies his face. Five years ago, this topic would make them quiet. Careful. Now, it’s different. Not fearless. But steady. After breakfast, Thame leaves for his meeting. Before walking out, he kisses Jun’s forehead.
“Lock the door.”
“I know.”
“Eat lunch.”
“I know.”
“Don’t skip.”
Jun pushes him lightly.
“Go.”
Thame laughs and leaves. Jun watches from the window as the car drives away. He stands there for a moment. Five years. It feels both long and short.
They went through rumors.
Headlines.
Support.
Hate.
Love.
Growth.
But they are still here. In the afternoon, Jun sits at his desk working on a script. Cupcake sleeping near his feet. The phone buzzes.
Nano: Dinner tonight?
Jun: Yes.
Nano: Bring Thame.
Jun smiles. Some friendships also never change. Evening comes. Thame returns home tired but smiling.
“How was it?” Jun asks.
“Long.”
“Good?”
“Yes.”
Thame places his bag down and looks at Jun.
“You wrote today?”
Jun nods.
“New project?”
“Maybe.”
Thame walks over and sits beside him.
“Tell me.”
Jun starts explaining the story idea. Thame listens seriously. He always listens. After five years, they still share everything first with each other. Not managers. Not the internet. Each other. Later that night, they go to dinner with their friends. Nano is louder. Dylan is calmer now. Everyone laughs about the old days.
“Remember the hashtag war?” Nano suddenly says.
Jun groans.
“Don’t.”
Thame laughs.
“It was iconic.”
Dylan shakes his head.
“You two caused chaos.”
Jun looks at Thame.
“You started it.”
“You posted first.”
“You encouraged them.”
Nano laughs loudly.
“Five years later and fans still argue.”
Jun covers his face.
“I don’t read it anymore.”
Thame smirks.
“I read sometimes.”
Jun glares.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Everyone laughs. The night feels easy. No tension. Just old friends. After dinner, they walk home slowly. The city lights are bright. Jun slips his hand into Thame’s. Not dramatic. Not hidden. Just natural. Some people glance at them. Some recognize them. But no one shouts. No one points.
The world moved on.
Or maybe they just stopped caring.
At home, they sit on the balcony. Cupcake curled beside them. The sky is dark blue.
“You remember that first award speech?” Jun asks quietly.
Thame smiles.
“I was shaking.”
“You were brave.”
“I was terrified.”
Jun leans his head on Thame’s shoulder.
“You still said it.”
“I wanted to.”
Jun is quiet for a moment.
“Are you happy?” he asks.
Thame doesn’t answer right away. He looks at the city. At the lights. Then at Jun.
“Yes,” he says softly.
“Even with everything?”
“Yes.”
Jun nods slowly.
“I’m happy too.”
Thame kisses the top of Jun’s head.
“Five years ago, we were scared.”
“Yes.”
“But we still chose each other.”
Jun smiles gently.
“We still do.”
Silence. Comfortable. Thame speaks again.
“If I could go back.”
Jun looks up.
“Would you change anything?”
Thame thinks. Then shakes his head.
“No.”
“Not even the hard parts?”
“No.”
Jun studies his face.
“Why?”
“Because those parts brought us here.”
Jun’s chest feels warm.
“Here” means this balcony.
This dog.
This house.
Them.
Thame turns slightly to face him fully.
“You are still my safe place.”
“And you are still mine.”
Thame leans forward and kisses him. Slow. Gentle. Not desperate. Just deep and steady. When they pull apart, Jun smiles softly.
“You’re getting sentimental.”
“I’m getting older.”
Jun laughs quietly.
“You’re still dramatic.”
“And you still overthink.”
Jun nods.
“Yes.”
They sit there for a long time. Watching the city. Breathing the same air. Cupcake sleeping peacefully.
Inside the house, their photos hang on the walls.
From first projects.
From award nights.
From vacations.
From the day they adopted Cupcake.
Five years ago, they were afraid of headlines.
Now, headlines are just noise.
Five years ago, they worried about labels.
Now, they only care about each other.
Five years ago, they asked, “Are we okay?”
Now, they know. They are.
Later, when they go to bed, Jun turns off the light. The room is dark except for a small lamp. Thame pulls Jun close like always. Some habits never change.
“Tomorrow?” Jun asks sleepily.
“Tomorrow,” Thame answers.
“Meeting at ten.”
“I know.”
“Don’t cancel.”
“I won’t.”
Jun smiles against his shoulder.
“Good.”
Thame presses a soft kiss to his hair.
“Don’t go too far from me.”
Jun closes his eyes.
“I won’t.”