An Unexpected Guest

The moment Kiaan saw Kavi approach him under the tree on the first day they met, he was quite intrigued about what kind of a person he was because as they grew closer and closer Kavi unknowingly carved out a special place in his heart.

He knew what he wanted from day one, but he had been cautious.

However, he finally confirmed his uncertainty, he had long wondered if Kavi was open, maybe gay or straight.

And today, when he reveal to Kavi that he was into boys, he finally understood. Kavi was infact very straight, someone who had likely never considered being anything else.

His heart didn't falter, he would absolutely love to have an intimate sweet, loving relationship with Kavi if he would ever allow it. 

And he was determined to try, to be patient, to find every possible way for Kavi to fall in love with him.

Yet at the same time, he knew he had to tread carefully. His feelings were strong, but he would never want his selfish hopes to ruin the precious friendship they had.

Even if Kavi could never love him the way he hoped, he would still be grateful just to have him close, even if it meant loving him from afar, as a friend.

He meant every word when he said he would keep trying, their bond grew stronger, almost without Kavi realizing it.

Night after night, they would talk for hours on the phone, their conversations stretching into the early morning until Kavi inevitably fell asleep mid-sentence.

It became a familiar pattern, Kiaan listening to the soft rhythm of Kavi's breathing on the other end of the line, smiling to himself before finally hanging up.

Friday Evening (7:30pm)

He was chilling in his Hello Kitty pajamas and a pair of worn, comfy bunny flip-flops when the door bell rang. He already know who it was.

Grinning a little to himself, he walked towards the door, the flip flops making lazy slapping sounds against the tiles.

When he open the door, Kiaan stood there In ripped jeans and a hoodie, hand shoved into his pockets.

" Nice PJs" he said smirking.

"Shut up," Kavi muttered, trying not to smile too wide as he stepped aside to let him in.

"You're lucky I even opened the door looking like this."

Kian laughed, walking in like he belonged there. "I wouldn't have minded even if you didn't," he said under his breath, so low that Kavi wasn't sure he was meant to hear it.

They had made a simple plan for the night hang out, make stir-fry noodles, maybe watch a movie later.Kiaan had insisted he'd handle the cooking, bragging all day about his "underrated chef skills."

Together, they headed to the kitchen, where Kiaan began rummaging through the fridge for ingredients. Kavi joined in, chopping up vegetables and stirring the stir-fry sauce.

As they cook side by side, Kiaan couldn't help but be a little touchy.

He would let his arm brush against Kavi as they chopped vegetables, pretending it was an accident, he would tap Kavi's shoulder lightly, like he needed his attention even when there was nothing urgent at all.

And Kavi didn't seem to notice he was doing it intentionally.

By the time the noodles were finally done, the kitchen smelled like ginger, garlic.

Kiaan grabbed a fork, twirling it through the steaming noodles. Without thinking twice, he scooped up a bite and turned to Kavi.

"Taste this," he said, holding the fork out in front of him.

Kavi hesitated for a second before leaning forward and opening his mouth.

Kiaan fed him the noodles, careful, gentle.

As Kavi's lips closed around the fork,

Kiaan's fingers brushed against the corner of his mouth just a light touch.

For a second, Kavi's eyes flickered wide, startled.

He quickly pulled back, chewing the noodles a little too fast like nothing had happened.

"Not bad," he said, forcing a shrug, even though he could feel the heat creeping up his neck, betraying him.

Kiaan just watched him quiet, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Only not bad?" he teased, stepping a little closer, way too close for Kavi's frazzled nerves. "Man, I put my heart and soul into that stir-fry."

Kavi rolled his eyes, "Your heart and soul tastes like soy sauce and overconfidence," he quipped back, tossing his fork into the sink with an exaggerated flair.

But Kiaan didn't move away.

He leaned one hand against the counter beside Kavi, trapping him lightly between his body and the kitchen counter, not touching but there the kind of closeness that made the air buzz between them.

Kavi swallowed hard, refusing to look up at him.

Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "You gonna crowd me all night or what?"

Kiaan chuckled under his breath low and rough.

"Get used to it," he said, pushing off the counter and moving away to grab two bowls. "You're stuck with me now."

Kavi let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his heart thudding too loud in his chest.

He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and followed Kiaan into the living room, pretending like nothing was different.

After they finished eating, Kavi still in his silly pajamas gave Kiaan the full home tour.

They were laughing the whole time, throwing light punches at each other, teasing about everything: the mess in Kavi's closet, even the random socks lying around.

"Bro, are you collecting socks or what?" Kiaan teased, holding up a lonely one he found on the ground.

"Shut up," Kavi fired back, grabbing a pillow and lightly smacking him with it.

By the time the clock hit around 9PM, the night had gotten colder.

When Kiaan stood up to leave, Kavi quickly grabbed a thick sweater from the back of the couch and threw it on over his pajamas, slipping back into his comfy flip-flops without thinking twice.

"Wait up," he said, jogging after Kiaan. "I'm walking you."

Kiaan grinned but didn't argue.

They walked side by side under the soft glow of the streetlights, the cool night air brushing against their skin.

Above them, the moon was bright, the stars glittering sharply against the dark sky.

It felt easy. Perfect.

When they reached Kiaan's place, a open roof -mansion that stood out from the rest of the neighborhood , Kavi tilted his head back, whistling low.

"So you're the owner of this," he said, laughing. "The most beautiful house on the street."

Kiaan chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets, a little shy. "Anyhow you want to call it.

But just as they reached the gate, the easy mood shattered.

Standing right there, in front of Kiaan's house, was a figure slim, sharp features half-lit by the streetlight, arms crossed, a familiar smirk on his face.

Kiaan stopped dead in his tracks, the color draining from his face.

"Abhi…" he breathed out, voice tight and low. "What are you doing here?"

Kavi froze too, the confusion hitting him a second later.

Then the name registered.

Abhi. Abhishek.His ex.

Kavi's mouth dropped open slightly, then closed, then opened again trying to process what the hell was happening.

"Oh. Ohhh. Oh, this is Abhi," Kavi said, voice pitched high in disbelief, half muttering to himself.

"His boyfriend. His ex. His freaking ex."

He blinked, almost comically, still swallowing the awkward air around them.

"What is he doing here? What is going on?!" Kavi thought, panic and curiosity warring inside him.