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The ballroom at the Royal Canin gala glowed like a palace of gold.

Light scattered across polished marble floors, catching on jewels and champagne glasses. The air hummed with chatter, camera clicks, and the faint scent of expensive cologne.

But when **Sky Wongravee** stepped through the entrance, everything seemed to quiet for a heartbeat.

His presence demanded it.

Sky’s three-piece suit fit him like it was sewn directly onto his skin—charcoal black, silk vest, sharp lapels, a midnight tie that accentuated the cold angle of his jaw. He walked with that controlled, elegant precision he was famous for. Shoulders straight. Chin set. Eyes cool.

He didn’t smile at the fans lined behind the velvet rope, but their screams rose anyway.

*Same energy as always,* Sky thought, stopping briefly for photos.
Lens shutters snapped rapidly, reflecting in his onyx-dark eyes.

He lifted one eyebrow a fraction—barely a movement, but enough to send fans into chaos.

Then—

The sound of the room shifted.

A new wave of excitement rose, brighter, louder, warmer.

Sky didn’t need to turn around to know who had arrived.

**Nani Hirunkit.**

Sky’s jaw tightened before he even looked.

When he finally did, his stomach twisted—annoyingly—at what he saw.

Nani entered with a soft, effortless smile, the kind that lit his whole face. His three-piece suit was almost a mirror to Sky’s but in a deeper shade, and the way he wore it was completely different. His shoulders relaxed. His steps confident but relaxed. His eyes—warm brown, full of life—sparked under the ballroom lights.

He moved like sunshine in a room full of diamonds.

Of course the crowd reacted to him.

Sky’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek.

*He always has to glow, doesn’t he?*

Nani looked up, mid-wave to the fans—
and froze.

Their eyes collided like two forces meeting too fast.

Sky’s gaze: cold, sharp, unreadable.
Nani’s gaze: bright but instantly narrowing, annoyed.

The cameras LOVED it.

You could almost hear the electricity crack between them.

Sky subtly angled his chin higher.
Nani tilted his head slightly, his smile fading into a challenge.

Then Sky moved.

He walked right past him, close enough for their shoulders to nearly brush, and murmured low enough for only Nani to hear:

**“Try not to block the cameras.”**

Nani’s jaw clenched—he forced a light laugh for the audience but responded under his breath, voice dripping sarcasm:

**“Try not to think you own them.”**

Sky didn’t turn.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t even change expression.

But his heartbeat spiked once.
Annoying.

Flash—flash—flash.

Photographers caught every micro-expression:
Sky’s icy stare,
Nani’s irritated smirk.

The image would go viral before midnight.

---

## **Backstage**

The moment they stepped out of the spotlight, the air thickened.

Assistants moved around them carefully, like animals sensing danger. No one stood between Sky and Nani. No one wanted to get caught in whatever invisible fire burned between them.

Sky sat in a makeup chair, long fingers adjusting his cufflinks with precision. His reflection showed Nani behind him—tapping his foot, arms crossed, annoyance practically glowing around him.

“Fixing your attitude too?” Nani muttered.

Sky didn’t look up.
He lifted a single eyebrow in the mirror.

**“Fixing your timing. You stepped into my frame earlier.”**

Nani gave a short, disbelieving laugh.
“Oh please. It was one second.”

“One second too long.”

“You acted like I kicked your cat.”

Sky finally turned, slowly, eyes sharp as a blade.

**“You ruin the shot every time you get too… excited.”**

Nani leaned forward a little, eyes narrowing, voice low and warm like honey hiding poison.

**“And you ruin the mood every time you open your mouth.”**

Sky’s lips curved—not quite a smile.
More like a silent threat.

Assistants suddenly became VERY interested in rearranging products on the table.

Nani brushed past Sky to reach for a bottle of hairspray, intentionally close.
Sky didn’t lean away.

Their arms brushed—warm skin against cold suit fabric.

Sky inhaled sharply.
Nani caught it.

Nani’s lips slowly curved.
He whispered, barely audible:

**“Sensitive, hm?”**

Sky’s eyes hardened.
“Don’t start.”

Nani gave him a full smile this time—bright, infuriating.

“I didn’t start anything,” he said softly, “You’re just easy to bother.”

Sky’s fingertips curled against the armrest.
He hated how good Nani was at reading him.

He hated it a lot.

---

## **On Stage**

A staff member poked her head in.

“You two—ready?”

They both nodded without looking at each other.

They walked onstage side by side—shoulders tense, steps synchronized only because they were professionals.

The host smiled nervously.

“Tonight we welcome our ambassadors, Sky Wongravee and Nani Hirunkit!”

The audience screamed.

Sky forced a polite smile for the cameras.
Nani flashed a charming grin.

Yet their bodies told a different story.

Sky’s shoulders stiff.
Nani’s jaw tight.
Their hands almost brushed—almost—but Sky moved his fingers away a fraction of an inch.

Nani noticed.
He frowned.

Fans didn’t miss it.

When they shook hands for the press shot, Sky’s grip was firm.
Nani squeezed harder—warm palm, teasing pressure.

Sky held eye contact.
Nani didn’t break it.

For a second, everything felt too close—
the warmth of Nani’s skin,
the scent of his cologne,
the intensity in his stare.

Sky’s heartbeat stuttered again—just once.

Annoying.

Very annoying.

---

## **As the lights dimmed**

They walked backstage again, close enough to feel each other’s presence but refusing to acknowledge it.

Sky gritted his teeth, voice low:

**“Stay out of my way.”**

Nani shot back instantly, eyes burning with irritation and something else Sky couldn’t name:

**“Maybe stop walking into mine.”**

Their shoulders brushed again—hot, electric.

Neither pulled away.

Neither wanted to.

Not that they would ever admit it.

---

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The backstage hallway felt too narrow for two people who refused to give each other space.

Sky walked ahead with long, clean strides, his suit jacket swaying slightly with each step. His posture was rigid, like every muscle in his body stayed locked to avoid reacting—to anything, to anyone, especially not to the warmth walking behind him.

Nani’s footsteps were lighter but faster, the kind fueled by irritation. His fingers tugged at the button of his vest as if grounding himself.

*Why does he always walk like he owns the whole damn world?* Nani thought, glaring daggers into Sky’s back.

Sky knew he was being stared at.
He always knew.

Without turning, he said quietly:

**“Stop burning holes into my spine. It’s distracting.”**

Nani’s eyes widened for half a second.

He sped up until he was nearly beside him.

**“Distracting you is easy,”** Nani muttered.

Sky didn’t immediately respond.
But his jaw flexed.

A tiny, almost invisible reaction—
but Nani saw it.

---

## **Inside the VIP Lounge**

The moment they entered, assistants scattered like birds sensing a storm.

Only their manager, **P’Korn**, stayed planted in the center of the room, arms crossed, clearly preparing himself.

Sky stopped a few meters away, eyes cold, expression unreadable.

Nani leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, lips pressed in a tight line.

P’Korn exhaled.

Here we go again.

He gestured for the staff to close the door.

The click of the lock echoed too loudly.

Sky looked at it.
Nani also looked.

Then their eyes met for half a second—
Sky’s sharp, controlled gaze,
Nani’s glowing, irritated one.

Neither looked away first.

The air thickened.

Again.

P’Korn clapped his hands loudly once.

“Enough. Sit.”

Sky sat smoothly, composed.
Nani dropped into the seat like he was trying not to explode.

P’Korn pinched the bridge of his nose.

**“Do you two have any idea how you look out there?”**

Sky answered without hesitation.

**“Professional.”**

Nani scoffed loudly.

“Professional? You glared at me like I stole your food.”

Sky turned to him slowly, eyes narrowing in a calm, lethal way.

**“You stepped into my camera frame.”**

“There was ONE camera—”

“There are ALWAYS cameras.”

Nani threw his hands up.

“God, you’re impossible!”

“And you’re careless.”

P’Korn slammed a stack of papers on the table.

Both froze.

**“I’m done babysitting you.”**

Sky blinked, expression tightening almost imperceptibly.

Nani sat up straighter.

“What does that mean?” he asked cautiously.

P’Korn pointed at the stack.

“It means you two are going to fix this… now.”

Sky frowned.

Nani frowned harder.

P’Korn continued:

“Your chemistry is turning into a PR problem. Brands love both of you—but they refuse to book you together because you always look one second away from killing each other.”

Nani muttered, “Not killing… just maybe pushing down a staircase.”

Sky stared at him blankly.

“Helpful,” Sky said dryly.

Nani’s mouth opened—ready to snap back—

But P’Korn raised a finger sharply.

“No more fighting.”

They both went silent.

Then P’Korn dropped the bomb.

**“You two will live together.”**

Silence.

Pure, stunned silence.

Sky blinked once—the tiniest crack in his composure.

Nani’s jaw dropped.

“…I’m sorry?” he asked.

“You heard me,” P’Korn said.
“Three months. Same house. Same manager schedule. Same morning routine. You don’t leave until you fix this tension.”

Sky leaned back slowly, fingers tapping once against his thigh.

He spoke calmly, voice low.

**“That’s unnecessary.”**

Nani shot up from his seat.

“It’s absolutely unnecessary!”

P’Korn crossed his arms.

“Yet it’s happening.”

Nani turned to Sky, almost accusing.

“This is your fault.”

Sky’s eyes narrowed.

“My fault? You’re the one who can’t control your expressions.”

Nani stepped closer.

Sky didn’t move.

“Maybe my face just reacts when I see someone irritating.”

Sky stood up smoothly, eyes level with Nani’s.

“Then don’t look at me.”

Their manager stepped between them before their noses touched.

“ENOUGH!” P’Korn barked.
“You two will move into the shared apartment tomorrow morning at 9 AM. End of discussion.”

Sky stared at him, eyes cold but introspective.

Nani stared at the floor, chest rising and falling too fast.

Sky’s gaze shifted—subtle concern flickering like a ghost before disappearing.

P’Korn softened his tone slightly.

“You two… used to get along. You’ve forgotten what that looks like.”

Sky looked away.

Nani swallowed hard.

P’Korn opened the door.

“Go home. Pack. Both of you.”

They walked out in thick silence.

---

## **Backstage Corridor — Seconds Later**

The hallway was empty again.
Only the soft hum of lights buzzing above them.

Sky moved first, adjusting his cufflinks, face unreadable.

Nani stood still, staring at the ground before he finally spoke.

**“This is your fault.”**
His voice was softer now. Tired.

Sky stopped walking.

He didn’t turn around.

**“…You think everything is my fault.”**

Nani’s brows knit together.

“Because you’re always cold. Always judging. You act like I’m a problem.”

Sky slowly turned.
His expression didn’t change—but his eyes softened by a fraction, barely visible.

**“You’re not a problem.”**

Nani blinked.

Sky added quietly:

**“You’re just… loud.”**

“LOUD?!” Nani snapped, pointing at himself.

But Sky stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“I didn’t say it was bad.”

The words hung between them—soft, unexpected, confusing.

Nani’s breath caught.

Sky’s gaze held his for a long, charged moment.

Nani’s heartbeat stuttered.

Sky stepped back first, clearing his throat, composure snapping back into place.

“I’ll see you at 9 AM.”

Nani swallowed.

“…Fine.”

Sky walked away, calm, flawless posture, but his fists slowly loosened at his sides.

Nani leaned against the wall, covering his face with his hands.

*Living with him? For three months?
What the hell is this…?*

But deep in his chest…
something warm and unwanted flickered.

And neither of them realized—

their lives had already begun to tangle.

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The sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long streaks across the polished hardwood.

Sky stood in the corner of the manager’s office, arms crossed, tie slightly loosened, expression unreadable. He didn’t move a muscle as Nani shifted nervously beside him, foot tapping, fingers twisting the hem of his vest.

Their manager, P’Korn, was already pacing, a mixture of frustration and exhaustion etched across his face.

“I swear,” he muttered under his breath, “it’s like babysitting toddlers.”

Sky’s gaze followed him, cold and calculating.
Nani’s gaze darted toward Sky, warm but sharp, noticing every twitch, every slight narrowing of his jaw.

Then P’Korn stopped suddenly, spun to face them, and raised both hands.

“Listen carefully,” he said, voice authoritative. “You two are moving in together. For three months.”

Nani blinked. The words didn’t even register at first.
Sky’s posture stiffened, fingers tightening over his crossed arms.

“…Excuse me?” Nani’s voice was sharp, but his tone carried disbelief.

P’Korn didn’t flinch.
“This is non-negotiable. You are both booked for a reality brand campaign, interviews, and magazine features. Everyone expects chemistry. And frankly,” he glanced at Sky, “you don’t exactly exude warmth.”

Sky’s eyes flickered—*a little*, just slightly—but he said nothing.

“And you, Nani,” P’Korn continued, “your charm alone isn’t enough to carry this. The way you two behave on set, arguing in front of cameras, it’s… exhausting for everyone.”

Nani’s lips pressed into a thin line, jaw tightening. He opened his mouth to protest but no words came out—his usual playful warmth faltering under P’Korn’s stern gaze.

Sky finally spoke, voice low, precise:
**“And how exactly is forcing us to live together supposed to help?”**

P’Korn paused, fixing him with a pointed stare.
“Because… it forces you to *understand each other*.”

Nani’s head snapped toward Sky, eyes wide.
“Understand each other? He’s cold. You’re insane if you think living under the same roof is going to—”

“—Make you less annoying?” Sky interrupted smoothly, voice like ice sliding over velvet. He stepped closer, not threatening, just precise, measured.

Nani’s heart skipped a beat despite his irritation.
*Annoying? Me?*

Sky’s eyes met his—dark, controlled, a little… intense. Nani caught himself staring longer than he should. His fingers flexed at his sides.

P’Korn sighed.
“You’ll move in together tomorrow. Nine a.m. sharp. No excuses, no arguing about furniture or who sleeps where. You will comply—for everyone’s sake.”

Sky tilted his head slightly, assessing.
“And if we don’t?”

“You will,” P’Korn replied flatly, leaning back in his chair. “Because you know what happens if brands see uncooperative actors. You both lose opportunities. Simple as that.”

Nani let out a frustrated huff, but it came out quieter than usual, almost pained. He looked at Sky and muttered:
**“This is all your fault.”**

Sky’s lips quirked, not a smile, just… a twitch of something unreadable.
**“My fault?”** His voice was smooth, measured. “You think everything is my fault.”

Nani’s gaze sharpened, a warm spark of fire in his eyes.
**“You always act like you’re better than everyone. You’re cold, calculating, and you make people feel like their worth depends on whether you acknowledge them. That includes me.”**

Sky’s jaw flexed, eyes darkening slightly. The corner of his mouth twitched, just enough to show he was irritated… and maybe—just maybe—also aware.

**“…And you’re too… warm. Too careless. You think feelings fix everything, but they don’t. Not for someone like me.”**

Nani’s chest tightened at the words, and he stepped a fraction closer, their proximity sending a subtle charge through the air.

**“Careless? That’s rich coming from someone who obsesses over every little thing, including me.”**

Sky’s gaze locked on Nani’s, almost unnervingly sharp.
For a moment, the air between them was electric, thick with frustration and something neither dared to name.

P’Korn cleared his throat.
“You two—enough. The apartment. Nine a.m. Tomorrow. No excuses.”

Both Sky and Nani opened their mouths at the same time, but nothing came out.

Finally, Sky stepped back, cold composure snapping back into place.
**“…Fine.”**

Nani exhaled, muttering under his breath:
“…Fine…”

They left the office in silence, side by side, their bodies close but carefully measured, each step heavy with unspoken tension.

---

Sky adjusted his tie, glancing briefly at Nani’s profile.
*He’s… irritating. But strangely… not bad to look at.*

Nani noticed the glance and immediately looked away, cheeks warming despite himself.
*Did he just—look at me? Like that? No. He didn’t. He’s too cold to…*

Neither spoke. Neither wanted to.
But both knew one thing with absolute certainty:

Living together would be… chaotic.

And neither of them could ignore the strange pull simmering underneath the arguments, the glares, and the calculated touches.

Because as much as they fought, as much as they wanted to deny it…

They were already tangled.

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The elevator dinged, doors sliding open with a soft whine.

Sky stepped out first, posture perfect, one hand in his pocket. He scanned the apartment with cold precision—high ceilings, polished wooden floors, modern furniture that screamed “designer,” and floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city like a painting.

Nani followed, carrying the last of his boxes, his expression already tense. The weight of the apartment, the reality of sharing a space with Sky, and the looming three-month sentence pressed down on him.

Sky’s eyes flicked to the boxes.

**“Don’t leave those in the middle of the floor. Someone could trip.”**

Nani’s lips twitched, a mixture of annoyance and suppressed amusement.

**“Someone like… you?”** he countered, setting a box down with exaggerated care.

Sky’s head tilted slightly, and his gaze locked on Nani’s, cold as ice, yet assessing.

**“Exactly. I don’t need broken furniture—or broken egos.”**

Nani crossed his arms, warmth radiating through his expression, a subtle challenge in the curve of his smile.

**“And yet here I am, alive, carrying my ego and my boxes just fine.”**

Sky stepped closer, the sharp scent of his cologne brushing Nani’s senses. He didn’t touch him, but the proximity was enough to make Nani’s chest tighten.

**“Fine, then. Just… don’t leave your stuff anywhere near my side of the apartment.”**

Nani raised an eyebrow, lips curling in mock offense.
**“Your side? You do realize this isn’t your kingdom?”**

Sky’s lips pressed into a thin line, jaw flexing. His eyes darkened slightly.
**“It will be if you keep cluttering it.”**

The air between them thickened, unspoken tension tangling with a strange heat neither wanted to admit.

---

Hours passed. Boxes were scattered across the living room like a miniature battlefield.

Nani was humming softly, unpacking clothes, his sleeves rolled up, exposing a hint of forearm that caught Sky’s attention. Sky pretended not to notice, yet he kept glancing at the warm golden hue of Nani’s skin, the way he moved with natural ease, so completely the opposite of him.

**“Move your boxes a little to the left,”** Sky said finally, voice low.

Nani’s fingers froze on a sweater. He looked up, eyes meeting Sky’s, and gave a playful tilt of his head.
**“Or what? You’ll glare at me until I obey?”**

Sky’s lips twitched—almost a smile—but he turned his face away, adjusting a stack of folded clothes.
*Damn it, he’s testing me… and I hate that I like it.*

Nani stepped closer under the guise of reaching for another box, brushing past Sky’s shoulder. Heat flared where their bodies nearly touched. Sky’s breath hitched for the barest fraction of a second. He coughed, clearing his throat, and stepped back.

**“Watch your… personal space.”**

Nani smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
**“Personal space? That’s rich coming from Mr. ‘I-stare-into-your-soul-without-warning.’”**

Sky’s eyes darkened, sharp as a blade.
**“I’m precise. You’re careless. Keep it that way and we won’t have a problem.”**

Nani leaned against the countertop, close enough that Sky could feel his warmth, but far enough to be infuriatingly teasing.
**“Or we could have a lot of problems,”** he murmured, tone soft yet heavy with unspoken challenge.

Sky’s chest tightened. He looked away, adjusting a picture frame on the wall to avoid the intensity of Nani’s gaze.

*Why does he have to be… like this?*

---

By evening, both were exhausted. The apartment was mostly organized, but the air still crackled. Neither spoke much during dinner—Sky meticulously cutting his food, Nani absentmindedly stirring his pasta—but every brush of hands, every shared glance was charged.

After dinner, Sky moved toward the balcony to check the city view. Nani followed, pretending to admire the skyline, but standing closer than necessary.

The lights of the city reflected in Nani’s eyes, warm, teasing, almost mischievous. Sky’s cold gaze met his, and for a heartbeat, the world outside didn’t exist.

Sky’s jaw flexed. He finally spoke, voice low:
**“Don’t think this changes anything. Living here doesn’t mean… anything.”**

Nani’s lips twitched in that infuriating smile.
**“Doesn’t mean anything… yet.”**

Sky looked away, running a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest.

Nani stepped closer, close enough that Sky could feel the heat radiating from his body. He leaned slightly, voice soft:
**“You know… you’re not as cold as you pretend.”**

Sky froze, eyes narrowing, lips pressing together. His hands gripped the railing a little too tightly.
*Don’t. Don’t let him see.*

Nani’s gaze lingered, warm and steady, reading him like a book.

**“Sky…”** he whispered.

Sky’s breath caught. He turned sharply, voice clipped but shaky just slightly:
**“Stop.”**

Nani’s grin softened, mischievous warmth fading into something almost tender.
**“Fine… but don’t think I’ll let this apartment—or you—be all serious and tense. Not that easily.”**

Sky’s chest tightened. He didn’t answer, just looked out at the city lights, jaw flexing as he tried to contain the sudden heat crawling through him.

*This… living together thing… is going to be hell.*

*And yet… I can’t stop noticing him.*

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Morning light crept lazily through the blinds, scattering across the polished hardwood floors of the apartment. The silence was heavy, the kind that pressed down on the chest.

Sky was up first, as always. His movements were precise, deliberate. Every step from the bedroom to the kitchen was calculated, almost military in its exactness. He didn’t glance at Nani, who was still half-asleep on the couch, curled beneath a blanket that smelled faintly of fabric softener—and, annoyingly, Nani himself.

*Focus. Just coffee. Nothing else,* Sky reminded himself as he set the kettle on the stove.

---

Nani stirred, groaning softly, stretching his arms above his head. He sat up, hair sticking up in every direction, eyes squinting against the sunlight. When he finally blinked fully awake, he froze.

Sky stood at the counter, back to him, the early sunlight highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the angle of his shoulders under his crisp shirt.

Nani’s lips curved into a soft, amused smile. He took a slow breath. *Why does he have to look like that?*

Sky didn’t turn. He moved silently, measuring every gesture as he poured water into the kettle.

Nani shuffled closer, feet bare on the cool floor, and perched on the edge of the kitchen island.

“Morning,” Nani said softly. His voice carried warmth that felt almost intentional, almost like a challenge.

Sky didn’t respond.

*Ignore him. Ignore him,* Sky told himself. But his heart beat just a fraction faster than usual.

Nani’s eyes followed him, tracing the line of his shoulders, the way his fingers flexed slightly as he adjusted the kettle.

“Coffee?” Nani asked, tilting his head. He caught Sky’s gaze in the reflection of the window. Sky’s dark eyes met his for a heartbeat—cold, controlled, but… something flickering beneath.

Sky’s jaw flexed. He didn’t speak.

Nani smirked lightly.
*There it is. He’s annoyed. Good.*

He set his hand on the counter, leaning slightly toward Sky, subtly invading the small space between them.

“Come on,” Nani murmured, softer now, voice low. “You look like you need it more than me.”

Sky stiffened, shoulders pulling back slightly, but his eyes flicked down to the hand near his. He swallowed, straightened, and murmured, almost inaudibly:

“…Fine.”

---

Nani moved deliberately, scooping coffee grounds into the French press. Sky watched, silent, precise. Every small movement Nani made—the tilt of his wrist, the way he hummed quietly—was annoyingly calming.

Sky’s fingers twitched. He gripped the edge of the counter, jaw tight.

*Focus. Coffee. Nothing else.*

Nani looked up and caught his gaze, holding it.
For a moment, time stretched.

Sky felt the heat of Nani’s proximity, smelled the faint scent of him—warm, inviting, subtly sweet. The warmth of the room, the warmth of the coffee, the warmth radiating from Nani, all pressed on him like a wave.

Nani’s lips quirked slightly. “You’re staring,” he said softly, teasing, but not mocking.

Sky’s face remained unreadable. “…I’m observing,” he muttered, voice clipped, hiding the small hitch in his chest.

Nani leaned slightly closer, eyes soft but challenging, gaze unwavering. “Observing or… thinking?”

Sky’s throat tightened. He swallowed, looking away toward the window, pretending the city outside demanded his attention.

*Stop noticing him. Stop noticing him,* he told himself, but his eyes betrayed him, lingering on the curve of Nani’s jaw, the slope of his shoulder, the way he stirred the coffee with casual grace.

---

Nani set the mug down in front of Sky, close enough that their knees almost touched. Their fingers brushed lightly. Sky flinched slightly but didn’t pull away.

“Careful,” Nani murmured, voice low. “You’re tense this morning.”

Sky’s lips pressed into a thin line. “…Not tense.”

*Lie,* Nani thought, a teasing warmth dancing in his chest.

Sky’s hand closed around the mug, fingers brushing Nani’s once more. The heat of the contact traveled up his arm, but he pretended it was nothing.

Nani’s eyes softened, catching the slight twitch of Sky’s jaw. *He notices me noticing him. Damn it.*

They sipped their coffee in silence, the quiet filled with subtle electricity. Every glance, every small breath, every micro-expression carried weight. Sky’s gaze flicked occasionally to Nani’s lips, his warm eyes, the way sunlight glinted off his hair. Nani’s attention was deliberate, almost mischievous, as if daring Sky to react.

The air was thick, charged with tension, and the shared silence was intimate without words.

---

After finishing his coffee, Nani leaned back on the island, stretching again, still close. He looked at Sky and smiled softly.

“You know,” he said quietly, “you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

Sky froze mid-motion, fingers tightening on the mug. His dark eyes met Nani’s, sharp but flickering with something dangerous—something he wasn’t ready to name.

“…I’m precise,” he murmured, jaw flexing, “not… warm.”

Nani tilted his head, eyes sparkling with challenge and amusement. “Warm isn’t always bad, you know.”

Sky’s gaze shifted slightly away, but his chest tightened. He muttered, “…I don’t need bad.”

The corner of Nani’s lips curved upward faintly, satisfied. “Neither do I. But we might get stuck with each other for a while… might as well make the best of it.”

Sky’s eyes flicked back to him. Their proximity, the warmth, the soft teasing, the underlying tension… it made his chest feel strangely heavy.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Because the heat between them said everything.

And for the first time in the morning, he felt… unsettled.

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The studio smelled of fresh paint and coffee, bright lights casting harsh, almost theatrical shadows across the set. Cameras were everywhere, technicians moved with practiced urgency, and the buzz of anticipation made the air thick.

Sky adjusted his tie one last time, staring at his reflection in the monitor. Crisp black three-piece suit. Perfect posture. His gaze flicked sideways.

Nani was already there. Sitting on the edge of the sleek interview couch, legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the back. His brown eyes sparkled under the studio lights, the kind of warmth that made the bright, sterile room feel… less sterile.

Sky’s chest tightened, annoyingly.

*Control yourself,* he muttered under his breath.

Nani looked up and caught his glance. He smirked faintly, tilting his head just enough to tease.
*There it is… that look. He’s tense.*

Sky ignored it—or tried.

---

The host, cheerful and oblivious to the tension crackling in the air, clapped his hands together.
“Alright! Today we have two of the most talked-about actors—Sky Wongravee and Nani Hirunkit—here to discuss their upcoming collaboration!”

The cameras rolled. The bright lights made every small movement amplified, and every subtle glance more noticeable than Sky liked.

Sky sat down carefully on the couch, maintaining just enough space between himself and Nani. Nani, of course, didn’t care. He leaned slightly toward Sky anyway, almost brushing his arm.

Sky tensed immediately. His hand hovered just above his knee, resisting the urge to pull away.

*Stop noticing him,* he thought. *Just sit there. Pretend you don’t care.*

Nani’s gaze was fixed on him, warm and teasing.
“Morning,” he whispered softly, though the mic could barely pick it up.

Sky didn’t respond. But his eyes flicked to Nani’s for a fraction too long.

---

**The Interview Begins**

The host smiled brightly.
“So, you two are working together again. Tell us—how’s the dynamic on set?”

Nani leaned back casually, giving a playful shrug.
“Well, you know…” he said, smirk curling, “sometimes it’s… intense. Very… heated.”

Sky’s eyes narrowed slightly, cold but sharp. He tilted his head toward Nani, voice smooth but clipped.
**“Intense?”**

Nani’s lips curved teasingly.
**“Yes… intense.”**

The camera caught the subtle tension—the way Sky’s leg twitched slightly, the way Nani’s fingers flexed against his knee as he leaned closer. Fans watching live would call it chemistry.

Sky’s inner thoughts betrayed him:
*Why do I notice every move he makes? Every slight lean? Every… smirk?*

Nani’s inner thoughts betrayed him too:
*He’s trying not to react, but his hand… his leg… tense. That’s cute. Damn it.*

---

As the host guided the conversation to a more playful question, Nani reached slightly to adjust a cushion—accidentally brushing his fingers against Sky’s thigh.

Sky froze. His dark eyes snapped to Nani’s, sharp and unreadable.

Nani met his gaze, eyes warm, teasing. “Oops.”

Sky’s jaw flexed.
*‘Oops’? He’s so deliberate.*

He looked away, adjusting his sleeve, trying to calm the sudden rush of heat through his chest.

Nani leaned just slightly closer, casual, almost innocent, brushing past Sky’s shoulder as he shifted to face the camera.

Sky inhaled sharply, gripping the armrest. His inner monologue betrayed him:
*Why does he have to be… so close?*

---

The interview continued. Every question, every response, was a silent duel.

Nani would smile, soft warmth radiating from him, and Sky would counter with a subtle glare, the kind that could freeze someone mid-step.

When they laughed—accidentally in sync—the air between them was electric. Their hands almost touched as they both gestured, but Sky subtly pulled back.

Nani’s lips curved in that teasing way that made Sky’s chest tighten despite himself.

*He’s impossible,* Sky thought.
*And yet… I can’t stop noticing him.*

The host asked about on-set chemistry, and Nani’s voice dropped slightly, almost intimate:
**“We get along… better than people think.”**

Sky’s eyes flicked to him, sharp, dark—but a small flicker of heat betrayed the faint rush of something unspoken.

*Better than people think…*

Nani caught that flicker, a small smirk tugging at his lips. *He notices me noticing him again… yes, he’s paying attention. Perfect.*

---

As the cameras stopped rolling, the crew clapped politely. Sky stood, adjusting his tie, gaze sliding past Nani.

Nani, still seated, tilted his head, lips curling. “You know… for someone so cold, you’re surprisingly reactive.”

Sky’s jaw flexed. “Reactive?” He stepped closer, voice low, precise.
**“I’m not reactive. You’re just… irritating.”**

Nani leaned forward slightly, voice soft but playful.
**“I’ll take that as a compliment.”**

Their eyes locked. Both aware of the silent electricity—neither willing to look away.

Sky’s inner voice whispered:
*Stop thinking about him. Stop noticing him. He’s just… too warm. Too alive.*

Nani’s inner voice whispered:
*Keep your guard up… no, don’t. Let him see a little. Just a little.*

And as they walked off set, shoulders brushing just enough to send shivers, neither admitted aloud…

*This is going to be harder than either of us imagined.*

Chapter Text

The sky had turned an ominous gray by late afternoon, clouds rolling in fast.

Sky was on set, adjusting his cufflinks under the cold drizzle of light rain outside. His suit, still impeccable, clung slightly to his broad shoulders as the wind tugged at the lapels. He frowned, irritation simmering beneath the surface—not at the rain, but at the inevitable chaos of this scene.

Nani appeared moments later, hair damp, vest sticking slightly to his skin, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite the weather.

Sky’s jaw flexed.
*Annoying as always… even in the rain.*

Nani’s warm brown eyes caught his gaze immediately, teasing, almost triumphant.

“You look… precise,” he murmured, voice low, brushing a wet strand of hair from his forehead. “Like you hate every second out here.”

Sky didn’t answer, just adjusted his tie and kept his gaze on the horizon. His inner monologue betrayed him:
*Stop looking at him. He’s wet. He’s alive. He’s…*

Nani’s smirk widened. “You’re staring.”

Sky stiffened, face cooling. “I am… not.”

“Mhmm,” Nani said, stepping closer, close enough that the warmth radiating from him brushed Sky’s arm.

Sky’s breath hitched faintly, but he refused to move. His hands clenched subtly at his sides.

*Too close. Far too close.*

---

The director called cut, instructing them to retreat under a nearby awning.

Sky moved first, precise and controlled. Nani followed, stepping around him—then suddenly, a gust of wind sent the rain swirling, and both were momentarily trapped under the narrow space of the awning.

Nani’s back pressed lightly against Sky’s chest. Sky froze. The warmth of him hit Sky like a jolt, and he stiffened instinctively.

Nani tilted his head, voice teasing but soft:
“Tight fit, huh?”

Sky’s dark eyes flicked to him, unreadable. “…Accident.”

*Not an accident,* Nani thought, the warmth of Sky’s body practically radiating against him.

They both tried to adjust, but the space was too small. Their arms brushed repeatedly. Nani’s shoulder nudged Sky’s. Sky’s fingers twitched, brushing lightly against Nani’s arm.

Electricity. Heat. Tension.

---

Nani shivered slightly, and Sky noticed—though he tried not to. His hand moved almost reflexively, gripping his own suit jacket.

“Here,” Sky said, voice low, controlled, as he draped the jacket over Nani’s shoulders.

Nani froze, warmth pooling in his chest as Sky’s hand lingered on the fabric. His own hands brushed the jacket’s edge, accidentally brushing against Sky’s fingers. Both tensed—heat spreading in ways neither could admit.

“Thanks…” Nani murmured softly, eyes meeting Sky’s briefly.

Sky’s gaze was sharp, dark, unreadable—but for a fleeting second, there was something there… a flicker of concern, maybe admiration.

*Don’t read too much into it,* Sky told himself, but the warmth in his chest betrayed him.

Nani’s lips curved slightly, mischievous yet soft:
“You don’t usually care enough to offer jackets.”

Sky’s jaw flexed. “…Don’t read too much into it.”

*Too late,* Nani thought, smiling faintly, feeling a strange flutter of heat.

---

A flash of lightning illuminated the stormy sky. Thunder rolled, low and deep.

Nani instinctively leaned slightly closer, shoulder brushing Sky’s again. Sky’s eyes flicked down to Nani’s profile, catching the faint glow in his wet hair, the warm curve of his cheek.

Their gazes met—eyes locking in an almost silent conversation. Tension, unspoken desire, restrained fire—all simmering beneath the surface.

Sky’s lips pressed into a thin line, controlling the sudden thrum in his chest. Nani’s warm brown eyes sparkled under the rain, teasing and tender all at once.

Neither moved. Neither spoke.

Just the rain, the storm, and the electricity between them.

For the first time, Sky admitted internally:
*He’s… impossible. And I can’t ignore him.*

Nani, meanwhile, smiled softly, inwardly acknowledging:
*He notices me. He cares, even if he won’t admit it.*

The storm raged around them, but the space under the awning became something else—intimate, tense, and charged.

---

Nani shifted, and their hands brushed accidentally. Sky’s fingers lingered just slightly longer than necessary, warm against Nani’s skin. Both froze.

“You’re… wet,” Sky muttered, voice low, more like an observation than a reprimand.

Nani’s lips curved. “So are you.”

Sky’s gaze snapped to his eyes. The storm outside was loud, but inside… silence, tension, and the faint, magnetic pull neither could deny.

Neither spoke again. They just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, wet from rain, the quiet intimacy stretching between them—dangerous, thrilling, undeniable.

Chapter Text

The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. The storm from earlier had left puddles on the balcony floor and a lingering chill in the air. Sky was pacing near the kitchen, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up. His sharp gaze caught every detail—every box out of place, every careless pile of clothes.

Nani sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through his phone, ignoring the tension radiating off Sky.

Sky’s jaw flexed. “Could you at least… pick up after yourself? This place isn’t just yours.”

Nani looked up, eyebrows raised, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “It’s *our* place now. Not just mine. Calm down, Mr. Perfect.”

Sky’s eyes darkened, his voice low and precise.
“Perfect? I’m not perfect. I just… have standards.”

Nani tilted his head, challenging, teasing, warm. “And my standard of chaos is apparently a crime.”

Sky took a step closer, the distance shrinking. Nani leaned back slightly, but not enough to create space. Their gazes locked—cold versus warm, fire versus flame.

“You don’t get it,” Sky muttered, jaw tight, hands flexing.
“You can’t just leave things everywhere and expect… everything to be fine.”

Nani’s voice softened slightly, but still carried an edge.
“Maybe… sometimes I like leaving a mess. Keeps life interesting.”

Sky’s dark eyes narrowed. “…Interesting?” He stepped even closer, and their knees nearly touched. Heat flared between them.

*Why does he have to be this close?* Sky thought, trying to maintain composure. *Focus. Control.*

Nani’s inner thoughts were just as chaotic. *He’s close. Too close. But… why do I like it?*

---

Words flew faster now, heated, emotional.
Sky gestured sharply. “You’re careless! Always careless! Even on set!”

Nani stood up suddenly, voice sharp, heart racing.
“And you’re *cold*! Obsessed with control! You act like no one else matters!”

They were inches apart now, breaths mingling, tension crackling like static electricity.

Sky’s fingers twitched, brushing against Nani’s arm by accident. Both froze. Their eyes locked—dark and warm, sharp and soft, fire and flame.

Nani’s lips parted slightly. “You… you don’t get it, do you?”

Sky’s jaw flexed. “…Get what?”

“Me. Us. This… tension!” Nani exclaimed, stepping closer. His chest brushed Sky’s.

Sky’s breath caught. He looked down at Nani’s lips for a split second too long.

And then it happened.

---

Nani shifted again, stepping forward to make a point, and collided gently with Sky. The movement was small, unintentional—but enough.

Their lips met—short, electric, accidental.

Both froze, eyes wide, breaths hitching. Sky’s hands instinctively gripped Nani’s shoulders, steadying him—or maybe steadying himself.

Nani’s warm hands rested against Sky’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

For a heartbeat, the world fell away—no arguments, no storm, no apartment—just heat, just closeness, just *them*.

Sky pulled back first, dark eyes locking onto Nani’s, unreadable but intense. “…That… wasn’t…” he muttered, voice low, almost a growl.

Nani’s lips twitched, a mixture of shock and a faint smile. “…Accidental?” he whispered, teasing yet vulnerable.

Sky’s jaw flexed again, struggling to regain composure. “…It doesn’t matter.”

*It matters.* Nani thought, heart racing, but he stayed silent, leaning slightly closer despite himself.

---

They stared at each other, breaths heavy, the unspoken energy between them thick and palpable. Sky’s cold facade was cracking, just slightly, revealing the storm of conflicting feelings beneath.

Nani’s warm gaze softened, teasing slipping into something more intimate, more tender.

“You’re… infuriating,” Sky muttered finally, dark eyes glinting.

Nani smirked faintly. “You’re… impossible.”

Neither moved. Neither spoke further. The accidental kiss had shifted everything. The air between them was now charged, simmering, and undeniably magnetic.

Sky’s inner thoughts betrayed him:
*I hate that I want him this close.*

Nani’s inner thoughts betrayed him too:
*I can’t believe how much I want him near me…*

And as they stood in the middle of the apartment, still inches apart, both knew one thing for certain:

Living together was no longer just a punishment.

It was dangerous.

And irresistibly, undeniably… thrilling.

Chapter Text

The morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, painting stripes across the apartment floor. The storm from the previous night had left a fresh, earthy scent lingering in the air.

Sky sat at the kitchen island, coffee steaming in front of him. His posture was rigid, shoulders squared, as if bracing against something unseen. His tie hung loosely around his neck, the top button undone.

Nani appeared in the doorway, hair messy, damp strands sticking to his forehead, and his warm brown eyes immediately found Sky.

Sky’s gaze flicked to him—sharp, precise—but just for a moment. Then he returned to his cup, trying to hide the flutter in his chest.

Nani tilted his head, lips twitching in an amused, teasing smile.
“Morning,” he said softly.

Sky didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he sipped his coffee, eyes fixed on the liquid as if it held all the answers.

*Ignore him. Don’t look. Don’t think.*

Nani stepped closer, purposely brushing the back of his hand against Sky’s as he reached for a mug. Sky flinched, just slightly, but didn’t pull away.

*Too close. Too warm.*

---

Nani poured himself coffee, the rich aroma filling the kitchen. Every movement was slow, deliberate, almost hypnotic to Sky, who refused to admit the way his heart raced.

Nani’s gaze lingered on him, playful but soft. “You’ve been quiet since we got up,” he remarked.

Sky’s eyes darted up, dark and unreadable. “…I’ve always been quiet in the morning,” he said, voice clipped.

Nani smirked faintly. “You? Quiet?”

Sky’s jaw flexed. “…Yes.”

There was a beat of silence, filled only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft clink of mugs on the counter.

Then Nani leaned slightly closer, shoulder almost touching Sky’s. His tone softened.
“About last night…”

Sky froze, coffee halfway to his lips. His dark eyes flicked to Nani, sharp and unreadable. “…What about it?”

Nani’s gaze met his, warm, soft, but still teasing. “I… didn’t hate it.”

Sky’s chest tightened, the air thick with tension. He kept his posture rigid, jaw tight. “…You didn’t?”

Nani tilted his head, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “No. It… wasn’t entirely unpleasant.”

Sky blinked. His hand around the mug flexed subtly. *Not unpleasant…* The words echoed in his mind, setting his chest ablaze.

---

Nani stepped closer, enough that their knees almost touched. His voice was quiet now, almost intimate.
“Sky… I think I like you.”

Sky froze mid-sip, the mug trembling slightly in his hands. His dark eyes locked on Nani’s, searching for any sign of teasing or deceit, but Nani’s gaze was sincere—warm, soft, inviting.

Sky’s inner thoughts spiraled:
*He… he likes me? No. Impossible. Don’t… don’t think about it. Stay professional. Stay cold.*

Nani’s gaze softened further, noticing Sky’s slight flush. “I know… this is complicated, living together, all the tension… but I can’t lie about how I feel.”

Sky swallowed, throat tight. “…You’re warm,” he muttered, almost to himself, voice low, rough around the edges.

Nani’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “And you… are impossible to ignore.”

Sky’s jaw flexed. He looked away, staring out the window at the city below, fighting the heat rising in his chest. *Impossible to ignore…* That wasn’t entirely a lie.

---

They continued breakfast in tense silence, both aware of the new dynamic between them. Every brush of their hands, every shared glance carried weight, subtle heat radiating beneath the surface.

Sky’s dark eyes flicked to Nani now and then, trying to maintain composure, failing slightly every time.

Nani’s gaze lingered on him, playful but soft, teasing but vulnerable. Every movement, every shift in posture, spoke volumes without words.

By the time they finished, the air between them was thick with unspoken desire, a tension neither wanted to address aloud, but both felt profoundly.

Sky’s inner voice whispered: *He’s… dangerous. And I like it more than I should.*

Nani’s inner voice whispered back: *He’s cold, sharp… and I want to melt him anyway.*

They left the kitchen, side by side, hearts racing, silence heavy, but somehow… comfortable.

Because despite the storm, the arguments, and the accidental kiss, they were slowly… learning to navigate each other.

Chapter Text

The apartment was quiet, almost eerily so. The city lights outside flickered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the walls with shards of gold and silver.

Sky had returned early from a late rehearsal, the weight of his day pressing against his shoulders. He moved with precision, shedding his jacket and loosening his tie, trying to keep his thoughts occupied.

Nani appeared moments later, barefoot, hair messy, a comfortable hoodie hanging loosely on his frame. He gave Sky a lazy smile, the kind that could disarm even the coldest gaze.

Sky froze mid-step. His dark eyes tracked every subtle movement of Nani’s—how he stretched, the faint rise and fall of his chest, the warmth radiating from him even in a hoodie.

*Stop noticing him. He’s… too warm. Too close. Focus.*

---

Nani made his way to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, deliberately leaning slightly against the counter—close enough that their shoulders almost brushed.

Sky’s gaze flicked to him, sharp, calculating—but he didn’t move away. The accidental closeness sent a flutter through his chest.

“You’re quiet,” Nani murmured, playful but soft, as if daring Sky to react.

Sky’s jaw flexed, dark eyes meeting Nani’s briefly before returning to the fridge. “…Observing,” he muttered, voice clipped.

Nani smirked faintly. “Observing or… thinking?”

Sky’s chest tightened. “…Nothing,” he said, but his hand lingered on the fridge door a moment longer than necessary.

*Why is he like this? Why does he have to make me… feel things?*

---

Nani stepped closer, pretending to reach for a glass on the top shelf, brushing against Sky’s arm. Sky flinched slightly, but didn’t pull away.

Heat sparked between them, subtle but undeniable.

Nani’s inner thoughts raced: *Yes… he notices. He’s tense… I can feel it.*

Sky’s inner thoughts raced too: *Dammit. He’s everywhere. Even in my own apartment.*

For a moment, neither moved. Their bodies were close but not touching enough to cross a line, and the tension was almost unbearable.

Nani tilted his head, voice soft, teasing:
“You’re tense tonight. Did something happen?”

Sky’s dark eyes met his briefly, sharp and unreadable. “…I’m fine.”

Nani leaned just slightly, shoulder brushing Sky’s again. “…You’re warm,” he murmured, almost to himself.

Sky’s chest tightened, hands flexing at his sides. *Too warm… and I… can’t stop noticing.*

---

Nani wandered toward the couch, sitting down with one leg tucked under him. He looked at Sky, playful yet soft, eyes sparkling under the city lights.

“You know,” Nani said quietly, “you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

Sky’s jaw flexed, eyes darkening, but he didn’t walk away. “…I’m precise,” he muttered, “…not warm.”

Nani tilted his head, lips twitching in that infuriating, teasing way. “Warm isn’t always bad, you know.”

Sky’s gaze softened—just slightly—but his posture remained rigid. “…I don’t need bad,” he muttered under his breath.

Nani’s lips curved faintly, satisfied. “Neither do I. But I… like this. Being near you, even when you’re… impossible.”

Sky’s breath caught, subtle, almost inaudible. He looked away, focusing on a small spot on the wall, pretending not to notice the warmth creeping through his chest.

---

Nani shifted again, stretching his leg lazily and brushing against Sky’s. Sky’s dark eyes flicked down, then back up, jaw flexing. His hand brushed lightly against Nani’s knee—accidental? Maybe. But both felt it.

Their gazes met, holding longer than necessary. Both hearts raced.

“You… you’re impossible,” Sky finally muttered, voice low, rough around the edges, betraying the flutter he refused to admit.

Nani’s lips curved, teasing, soft, and warm. “And you… are impossible to resist.”

Sky’s chest tightened, eyes darkening, voice dropping to a whisper. “…Do not say that.”

Nani leaned closer, teasing, but careful, not crossing the line. “…You think I don’t mean it?”

Sky’s hands twitched subtly, but he remained still, trying to control the heat rushing through him.

For the first time in the apartment, the air wasn’t filled with arguments or tension—it was filled with anticipation. The slow burn between them was undeniable, simmering, teasing, and thrilling.

And as they sat there, inches apart, both aware of every brush of skin, every fleeting glance, every heartbeat…

Neither wanted the night to end.

Chapter Text

After the kitchen tension slowly simmered into quiet understanding, they eventually drifted into the living room. The apartment was dim, city lights casting a soft glow across the couch.

Sky grabbed the remote with casual confidence and scrolled through the streaming menu.
Nani lounged on the couch—one leg bent, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, hair still messy. He tried to look relaxed, but the way his fingers kept tapping against his knee betrayed him.

Sky glanced at him.
“…You keep fidgeting.”

Nani blinked. “Do I?”
He forced his hands still.

Sky raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”

Nani looked away, cheeks warming. *Stop being obvious,* he scolded himself. *You act like a nervous teenager around him.*

---

Sky stopped scrolling when he saw a familiar title.

**“This one.”**

Nani froze.
*No. No. No.*
His heart dropped. The screen showed
**The Widow’s Smile — Psychological Horror / Ghost / Jumpscares galore.**

Nani swallowed hard.
“You like horror?”

Sky shrugged, expression cool, but eyes gleaming with interest. “It’s a good stress release.”

Nani forced a smile that immediately trembled.
“Oh… uh… yeah. Sure. Same.”

Sky’s gaze lingered on him for a second, narrowing.
“…Your voice shook.”

“No it didn’t!”
(Did it?)

Sky said nothing, but the small twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth said everything.

He pressed play anyway.

---

As the eerie soundtrack began, Nani straightened his back, trying to look unfazed. He even crossed one leg over the other elegantly to look calm.

Inside, however, his thoughts were a frantic mess:

*Why did I say yes?
Why didn’t I tell him I hate ghosts?
Don’t look scared. Don’t embarrass yourself. Not in front of him.*

Sky sat beside him—close, but not too close—one arm draped casually along the back of the couch. He watched the screen with focused, calm eyes.

Nani’s eyes flicked sideways.

Sky’s profile was way scarier than the movie.
Sharp jaw, long lashes, expression unreadable.

He was the real problem.

---

The movie went quiet. Too quiet.

Nani tensed.

Sky noticed the way Nani’s shoulders tightened, the subtle way his breath hitched.
He smirked slightly.
“…You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Nani lied. “This is nothing.”
His fingers curled into the couch cushions.

The silence deepened.

Then—
**BAM!**
The ghost appeared out of nowhere.

Nani **jumped so hard** he made a squeaking noise he immediately regretted.

Before he could think, he grabbed the closest solid thing—

**Sky’s entire torso.**

His arms wrapped around Sky’s midsection, face pressed into Sky’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.

Sky stiffened in shock.
“…Nani?”

Nani realized what he’d done and froze.
His breath caught. His face flushed crimson.

“I— I wasn’t scared,” he muttered into Sky’s shirt.
Sky raised an eyebrow even though Nani couldn’t see.

“You’re holding onto me like the ghost came out of the TV.”

Nani slowly peeled himself off, not meeting Sky’s eyes.
“I was just… stretching.”

Sky stared at him.
“In my direction?”

Nani coughed loudly. “Yes.”

Sky’s lips twitched. “Right.”

---

They lasted exactly **six minutes** before another jumpscare hit.

This time Nani didn’t even pretend.
His hand shot out, grabbing Sky’s sleeve. His body leaned entirely toward Sky’s side, almost in his lap.

Sky inhaled sharply—
not because of the movie,
but because Nani was suddenly pressed against him, warm and trembling.

Sky didn’t push him away.

He didn’t move at all.

His heartbeat betrayed him, thumping harder than he wanted.

*Why is he… holding onto me like this? Why does it… feel good?*

Nani’s face was buried against Sky’s arm, fingers clutching the fabric of Sky’s shirt desperately.

Sky whispered, “You’re scared.”

“No I’m not.”

Sky tilted his head. “…You’re shaking.”
“It’s cold.”

“It’s 28 degrees inside.”

“Then the *ghost* is cold.”

Sky snorted softly. “You’re unbelievable.”

But his voice was gentle.

His eyes softened too.

---

Another slow, eerie crawl of music filled the room. Nani pulled his knees up defensively. Sky noticed.

Sky watched him more than the screen now—
the way his lashes fluttered,
the way his breath grew shallow,
the way he kept leaning slightly toward Sky without even noticing.

When the third jumpscare struck—
Nani didn’t even wait.

He launched forward and buried himself fully into Sky’s chest.
Both arms wrapped around Sky’s waist.
Cheek pressed against Sky’s heartbeat.

Sky inhaled sharply—
heat bursting in his chest,
hands hovering awkwardly in the air as if unsure whether to touch back.

His voice dropped low, controlled.
“…Nani.”

Nani’s muffled voice replied, trembling, “Shut up. Let me live.”

Sky’s lips parted.
A deep, almost quiet warmth spread through his chest, washing over the sharpness he always held onto.

Slowly, Sky lowered one arm around Nani’s shoulders.
Hesitant at first.
Then firmer.
Steady.

Nani froze—
then relaxed into him even more.

---

The horror movie continued playing, but neither of them watched anymore.

Nani stayed against Sky’s chest, breathing shallow but warm.
Sky’s hand rested on Nani’s shoulder, moving in tiny, almost imperceptible strokes.

Sky could feel every breath Nani took.
Every tremble.
Every heartbeat.

Nani could hear Sky’s heart too—
steady, strong…
but beating faster than normal.

Sky’s inner thoughts spiraled:
*Why does this feel… right?
Why am I holding him like this?
Why can’t I let go?*

Nani’s thoughts raced too:
*He’s warm.
He smells good.
His heartbeat is… calming.
Why am I feeling safe?*

For a long moment, they stayed like this—
pressed together, sharing heat, sharing breath.

Neither spoke.
Neither moved.
Neither wanted to.

---

When the movie ended, the room fell into soft silence.

Nani still hadn’t moved from Sky’s chest.
Sky still had his arm around him.

Nani whispered, voice sleepy, warm, and embarrassed:
“…Don’t say anything.”

Sky’s hand curled a little tighter around him.
“I wasn’t going to.”

Their eyes met—
Nani’s warm and shy,
Sky’s dark and unexpectedly soft.

Something wordless passed between them.
Something new.
Something terrifying.
Something good.

---

Chapter Text

The apartment was dim and quiet after the movie ended.
Too quiet for Nani’s liking.

They were cleaning up the couch—well, Sky was straightening the blanket while Nani tried to pretend his heart wasn’t still pounding from imaginary ghosts.

Sky flicked off the TV and started walking toward his bedroom.

“Goodnight,” he said simply.

Nani froze.
“…Sky?”

Sky turned, raised a brow.
“What now?”

Nani swallowed.
His voice dropped embarrassingly soft.
“I don’t… want to sleep alone.”

Sky blinked once.
Twice.

“…Because of the ghosts?”
His tone was painfully calm.

Nani’s cheeks heated instantly.
He glared. “I’m not scared.”
A beat.
“…But what if the ghost from the movie follows me home?”

Sky stared at him.
Expression flat.
Eyes slightly wider.
Almost amused, almost annoyed, almost… fond.

“You do realize it’s a movie,” Sky said.

Nani crossed his arms but stepped closer, hoodie sleeves covering his hands like a child.
“But the sound effects were realistic!”

Sky sighed. Long. Heavy. Dramatic.
He rubbed his forehead.

“…Are you asking me to let you sleep in my room?”

Nani didn’t answer.
He just walked past Sky, directly into Sky’s bedroom, like a stray puppy forcing his way inside.

Sky stared after him.
“This is insane,” he muttered under his breath.

But he followed anyway.

---

Sky’s room was colder and more orderly than Nani expected.
Sheets perfectly tucked.
Pillows aligned like showroom decor.
A faint scent of clean soap and cedarwood lingered.

Nani climbed onto one side of the bed without hesitation, blanket already pulled up to his chin.

Sky stood at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.
“…That’s my side.”

Nani blinked up at him, eyelashes fluttering.
“Not tonight.”

Sky inhaled slowly, eyes darkening.
“…Move.”

“No.”

“Nani.”

“Sky.”

Their eyes locked—
stubborn versus stubborn,
cold versus warm,
dark versus soft.

Sky finally exhaled in defeat and walked to the other side of the bed.

Nani tried not to grin.
Tried.

---

When Sky slid under the blanket, the mattress dipped, and Nani’s heart shot into his throat.

Sky was close.
Too close.
Close enough for their shoulders to brush.
Close enough to feel his heat.

Nani swallowed.

*He smells good. Why does he smell this good? Why is this legal?*

Sky stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the warmth pressed against him.
*This was a terrible idea. He’s too warm. Too close. Too… distracting.*

Nani tugged the blanket higher.
Sky’s eyes flicked sideways.

“You’re shaking,” Sky murmured.

Nani stiffened.
“I’m just cold.”

“It’s 27 degrees.”

“It’s the emotional cold.”

Sky closed his eyes.
“…You’re unbelievable.”

But then—

He shifted just slightly closer.
Shoulders touching fully now.
Breath mingling faintly.

He didn’t push Nani away.

---

Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Fifteen.

Nani still wasn’t asleep.

He suddenly whispered, voice trembling:
“Sky… what if the ghost settles under the bed?”

Sky turned his head slowly, blank expression glowing in the darkness.
“Nani.”

“Yes?”
His voice was small. Embarrassingly small.

“Look under the bed yourself.”

“No!”

Sky pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Then stop asking.”

Nani scooted closer until their knees touched under the blanket.
Sky’s breath caught—quiet, but noticeable.

“…You’re practically on my side,” Sky muttered.

Nani didn’t move away.
“Your side feels safer.”

Sky’s chest tightened unexpectedly.

“…You’re warm,” Sky whispered, voice softer than he intended.

Nani felt the words run through him like electricity.
His breath shook.

“And you,” Nani whispered back, “feel… safe.”

Sky’s eyes widened the slightest bit.

Their faces were inches apart.
Close enough for Nani to see the soft flutter of Sky’s lashes.
Close enough for Sky to feel Nani’s breath warm against his cheek.

---

Nani turned toward him fully, one hand clutching the blanket, the other inching closer to Sky’s arm.

Sky watched him… silently.
His dark eyes were lidded, unreadable, but softer than usual.

Nani whispered, “Don’t leave the room tonight.”

Sky swallowed, throat bobbing.
“…I’m not.”

Nani’s eyes softened.
His body relaxed—finally—and he nestled closer, head resting lightly against Sky’s shoulder.

Sky went rigid for half a second.

Then slowly—hesitantly—
he let his arm brush against Nani’s back
and stay there.

Nani smiled faintly in the dark.

And Sky…
Sky stared at the ceiling, heartbeat loud, pulse sharp, breath shaky.

He whispered to himself, barely audible:

“…What are you doing to me?”

Nani’s sleepy voice answered, muffled against Sky’s shoulder:

“Making you warmer.”

Sky closed his eyes, defeated.

Maybe he didn’t mind being warm tonight.

---

Chapter Text

Morning crept into the room softly, slipping through the half-drawn curtains like a shy guest not wanting to disturb anyone.

Sky opened his eyes to warmth.

At first, he thought it was the blanket, or maybe the sunlight.
But no—there was something else.

Someone else.

Nani.

The younger man was curled against him—forehead tucked near Sky’s collarbone, one hand gripping the fabric of Sky’s shirt like he’d done it unconsciously in his sleep. His dark lashes brushed his cheeks, trembling slightly with each slow breath.

Sky froze for a moment, not daring to inhale too loudly.
He had expected Nani to toss and turn all night. Or check his phone. Or roll away the second the lights went off.

But instead…
He slept like this.
Soft. Close. Completely trusting.

Sky’s eyes softened without him realizing.

*He’s… really cute when he’s quiet.*

His gaze lingered—longer than it should have.
He took in everything: the tiny crease between Nani’s brows, the faint pout to his lips, the way the bed-ruffled hair made him look younger, gentler.

Sky shouldn’t stare this long.
He knew he shouldn’t.
But he couldn’t look away.

He felt that warm, dangerous pull again—the same one he felt when Nani used him as a shield during the horror movie, clutching Sky’s arm like his life depended on it. The same one from last night, when Nani whispered, “Don’t leave me alone,” in that shaky voice Sky kept replaying in his head.

“Why are you like this…” Sky breathed out softly, almost annoyed, almost fond.

Nani shifted, face brushing Sky’s chest.

Sky’s heart practically *jumped* up his throat.

He swallowed hard.
That was too close.
Way too close.

But then Nani’s breath hit Sky’s skin—warm, delicate, a small puff of air—and Sky felt his resolve crumble like someone took a hammer to it.

He lifted a hand.

Just to steady him, at first.
Just to push him back a little.

But instead, his fingers hovered… then gently brushed along Nani’s bangs, moving them away from his eyes.

Nani didn’t wake.

Sky’s fingertips lingered on Nani’s temple.
Soft skin. Warm.
Dangerously warm.

He traced the line of Nani’s eyebrow with the lightest touch, his breath catching in his throat.

*What are you doing, Sky? Stop. Stop before he wakes up.*

But he couldn’t.
Not when Nani looked so calm, so peaceful, so unlike the sharp-tongued rival he bickered with every day.

Sky’s thumb swept slowly across Nani’s cheekbone.

A small, gentle touch.
A touch he’d wanted to give for days, maybe longer.

Nani inhaled sharply.

Sky froze.

Nani’s lashes fluttered, but he didn’t fully wake. Instead, he unconsciously leaned **into** Sky’s palm.

Sky felt electricity race up his arm.
A slow, warm burn settled in his chest—something a little terrifying, something too real.

He lowered his voice to a whisper that only the early morning could hear.

“…You’re going to drive me insane, Nani.”

Nani shifted again—closer, this time, pressing lightly against Sky’s side. His fingers curled into Sky’s shirt, holding on.

Sky stared at the ceiling for half a second, face turning red despite himself.

Then his gaze dropped back to Nani.

Slowly, inevitably.

He let his thumb run across Nani’s lower lip—barely brushing it.
Just enough to feel its softness.

Just enough to tempt himself.

Just enough to make his pulse hammer.

His own thoughts growled at him:
*You need to stop. This is too much.*
*He’s asleep.*
*He doesn’t know what you’re doing.*
*Sky—stop.*

But his body didn’t listen.
His hand cupped Nani’s face fully now, thumb stroking his cheek with the gentlest, most careful touch he’d ever given anyone.

Nani whispered something in his sleep—breathy, soft.

“…Sky… don’t go.”

Sky shut his eyes.

That was it.
That was the moment he knew he was gone—completely, helplessly gone.

He stayed like that, hand holding Nani’s face, breath shaking slightly, eyes drinking in every detail.

He didn’t move.
He didn’t dare.

Because if he did, he might do something he couldn’t take back.

And because…
Nani was still scared.
Still clinging to him.
Still needing him.

Which meant Sky couldn’t pull away.
Not now.

Not from this.

Not from him.

Chapter Text

When Nani finally woke, it was gradual—like he was drifting up from underwater.

He blinked once.
Twice.

And the very first thing he saw was…

Sky.

Sky lying on his side, propped on one elbow, eyes a little too open, a little too alert—like he’d been awake for a while.

Sky’s hand was still near Nani’s cheek.
Not touching anymore, but close enough that Nani felt the warmth.

Their faces were inches apart.

Nani froze.

Sky froze too.

For one full second, neither of them breathed.

Then—

“…Morning,” Sky said quietly, trying to sound normal. He failed. His voice cracked right in the middle.

Nani’s heart kicked against his ribs.
He could feel Sky’s breath on his lips.
He remembered the horror movie last night—hiding behind Sky, gripping his arm, begging him not to leave—

*Nani, you idiot. Why did you cling like that?*

He tried to sit up—

But Sky’s arm was still around him from the night, and the movement pulled them even closer.

Their noses brushed.

Sky inhaled sharply.

Nani’s pulse jumped like a live wire.

“S-Sorry,” Nani blurted, cheeks instantly pink. “I didn’t—I wasn’t— I mean I—”

Sky said nothing.

He just stared at him.

Really stared.

Deep, steady, so intense Nani felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck.
Sky’s eyes were darker than usual, still heavy from sleep, still soft from the moment he’d spent watching Nani earlier.

Nani swallowed.
Hard.

“What?” he breathed out, embarrassed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sky didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he lifted a hand—slow, hesitant—and brushed a thumb lightly under Nani’s eye.

“You cried last night,” Sky murmured.

Nani’s breath caught.

“N-No I didn’t—”

“You did.” Sky’s thumb traced the faint smudge of dried tears at the corner of his eye. His touch was gentle, almost tender. “You were scared.”

Nani wanted to deny it, but the embarrassment punched him too hard.

He lowered his gaze, lips trembling slightly.

“I wasn’t… that scared.”

Sky huffed softly.
Not mocking—just fond.

“You used me like a human shield,” he said. “You almost climbed into my shirt at one point.”

Nani groaned and covered his face with both hands.

“Stop talking.”

Sky’s chuckle was soft, warm, and far too attractive at this depth of voice.

He caught Nani’s wrist gently and lowered his hands from his face.

“Hey,” Sky said quietly. “…I didn’t mind.”

Nani’s eyes snapped up—wide, surprised.

Sky’s expression shifted—something unguarded flickered across his features before he quickly looked away.

Silence settled between them.
Charged, fragile, warm.

Nani’s heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears.

Sky’s grip loosened—just a little, not fully letting go.

Nani’s voice came out small.
Barely above a whisper.

“Did I… bother you? Sleeping next to you?”

Sky’s gaze snapped back to him.

And Nani didn’t miss it—
that quick flash of emotion he tried to hide.

“No,” Sky said, voice low. “You didn’t bother me.”

His fingers brushed over Nani’s wrist again, slower this time.

“You didn’t bother me at all.”

Nani’s breath shook.

Neither of them moved away.

In fact, Nani shifted slightly closer—just a few centimeters.
Close enough that Sky felt the warmth of Nani’s thigh against his under the blanket.

Sky’s exhale was unsteady.

This was dangerous.
Too close.
Too intimate.

Nani looked at him, really looked at him—eyes big, still a bit sleepy, shining with something Sky couldn’t read.

“Why were you awake before me?” Nani asked softly.

Sky felt heat crawl up his neck.

He lied.
Immediately.
Badly.

“I just— woke up early.”

Nani narrowed his eyes. “Liar.”

Sky’s jaw clenched.

*Nani… don’t ask. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not sure I can hold it together.*

But Nani didn’t stop.

He shifted onto his elbow, mirroring Sky.
Their faces were now aligned, inches from each other.

“Were you staring at me?” Nani asked, voice low.

Sky swallowed.

Every muscle in his body tightened.

Nani watched his reaction carefully, eyes dropping briefly to Sky’s parted lips before returning to his eyes.

Sky exhaled shakily.

“…Maybe.”

Nani’s pulse stumbled.

That one word—quiet, honest, unguarded—went straight to his chest.

Sky stared at him again, the same way he did before Nani woke—slow and deliberate, like memorizing every detail.

“…You were cute,” Sky admitted, voice rough. “Sleeping like that.”

Nani’s cheeks flamed instantly.

“S-Shut up.”

“I won’t.”

Their breaths mingled.

Sky leaned in—barely.
Nani tensed—barely.

And there it was again—

That dangerous, electric pull.

Nani’s eyes flickered to Sky’s mouth.

Sky noticed.

Sky’s breath hitched.

The air thickened, slow and warm around them, heartbeat against heartbeat, chest against chest as they leaned in just a little closer—

Then—

*BZZZZT!*

Nani’s phone vibrated loudly on the nightstand.

Both of them flinched.

They immediately rolled apart like they’d been caught committing a crime.

Nani covered his burning face.
Sky cleared his throat so hard he nearly choked.

The moment was destroyed.

But the feeling stayed.

Sky sat up, running a hand through his hair, ears red.

Nani peeked at him from behind his hands.

Sky didn’t look at him.

He couldn’t.

Because if he did, he might lean in again.
And this time, he wouldn’t stop.

---

Chapter Text

The event hall buzzed with lights, cameras, reporters, and fans.
Sky and Nani arrived in matching black three-piece suits—sharp, intimidating, too handsome for their own good.

Side by side, they looked unreal.

But they weren’t speaking.

The fragile moment in the kitchen still hung between them.

Sky kept his expression cold.
Nani kept his smile polite.

Their manager exhaled loudly. “At least pretend you’re not about to kill each other.”

Sky didn’t answer.
Nani didn’t either.

They were saving that tension for each other.

---

Halfway through the event, while Sky was answering a brand interview, he caught sight of someone at the corner of his eye:

A young junior actor—bright smile, nervous energy—walking straight toward Nani backstage.

Sky’s jaw tightened.

Nani turned at the sound of the boy calling his name.

“Ph’ Nani! I’m a big fan of your work! Can I—uh—talk to you for a moment?”

Nani’s usual warmth returned instantly. “Oh—sure! You’re from the new series, right? I watched your trailer. You’re good.”

The junior actor flushed red.

Sky’s eyebrow twitched.

*He’s blushing? At Nani? Seriously?*

From a distance, Sky continued pretending to listen to the interviewer—but one eye stayed locked on Nani.

Nani laughed softly at something the kid said.

Sky stiffened.

Nani placed a gentle hand on the junior’s shoulder in encouragement.

Sky’s grip tightened around the mic.

*Why is he touching him like that?*

Nani leaned a little closer to hear him speak.

Sky felt a burn in his stomach.

He answered the interviewer with the coldest expression imaginable, eyes never leaving Nani.

The interviewer laughed nervously.
“Khun Sky, are you… alright?”

Sky didn’t blink.
“I’m fine.”

He wasn’t.

---

Nani felt something.

A stare.

A very intense stare.

He turned slightly and saw Sky across the room—face cold, jaw sharp, eyes narrowed, watching him like a hawk guarding prey.

Nani swallowed.

*Why… does he look angry?*

He kept talking to the junior actor, but his focus was slipping.

Sky was staring too hard.

Too intensely.

Too possessively.

Nani’s chest tightened slightly.

*Is he… jealous?*

The thought made his breath catch.

---

The moment Nani laughed again, Sky snapped.

He excused himself abruptly, handing the mic back with a curt nod.

He stalked across the floor, hands shoved into his pockets, veins in his neck visible.

He reached them faster than he expected.

“Ph’ Sky!” the junior actor bowed immediately. “It’s an honor—”

Sky didn’t look at him.

Not even for one second.

His eyes were locked on Nani only.

“What are you doing?” Sky asked, voice low, sharp, absolutely deadly.

Nani blinked. “Talking.”

“With him.”

“Yes,” Nani replied slowly. “Is that a problem?”

Sky’s jaw flexed.
He took a step closer, invading Nani’s space.

The junior actor glanced between them, confused and terrified.

Sky spoke without taking his eyes off Nani.
“You’re done talking.”

Nani’s eyes widened. “Sky— what the hell—?”

Sky grabbed Nani gently but firmly by the wrist and pulled him away from the junior actor.

Nani’s heart tripped over itself.

“W-Wait—Sky! Let go!”

“No.”

The way Sky said it—quiet, possessive—sent a soft shiver up Nani’s spine.

---

Sky pushed Nani against the backstage wall—not forcefully, just enough to cage him in.

Nani’s breath hitched.

Sky was too close.
Too warm.
Too jealous.

Their faces were inches apart, breaths mixing.

Nani swallowed hard. “You’re overreacting.”

Sky scoffed, furious. “You were flirting with him.”

“I was NOT!”

“You touched his shoulder.”

“It was encouragement!”

“He looked like he wanted to kiss your damn feet.”

Nani gaped. “Sky, he’s a junior! Why do you care so mu—”

Sky grabbed Nani’s chin gently, forcing him to look up.

Nani’s entire body went still.

Sky’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper.

“Because I don’t like seeing someone else look at you like that.”

Nani’s pulse thundered.
His breath caught in his throat.

His voice came out shaky.

“Sky… are you jealous?”

Sky didn’t answer.
But the fire in his eyes said everything.

Nani’s chest tightened painfully.

“I wasn’t flirting,” Nani whispered, softer now. “I wouldn’t…”

Sky’s jaw clenched.
“…Good.”

Nani blinked up at him.

Sky let out a breath he’d been holding and pressed his forehead gently against Nani’s.

Their noses brushed.

His voice trembled.

“Don’t… let someone else look at you the way I do.”

Nani’s breath faltered.

“Sky…”

Silence.

The air between them was hot, charged, electric.

Sky’s thumb brushed the corner of Nani’s mouth.
Nani leaned into it without realizing.

Then—

Their manager shouted from down the hall:

**“BOYS! CAMERA REHEARSAL IN 30 SECONDS—WHERE ARE YOU?!”**

Sky pulled back first.

But not far.

Just enough to steady his breathing.

Nani stayed against the wall, heart racing wildly.

Sky turned away…
Stopped…
Then glanced back with a soft, dangerous look.

“Stay beside me,” Sky said quietly. “The whole event.”

Nani swallowed.

“…Okay.”

And Sky’s jealousy slowly transformed into something else—

Something warm.
Something protective.
Something he couldn’t hide anymore.

Chapter Text

Sky and Nani walked back out toward the stage entrance, still shaken from that moment backstage—Sky pressing Nani against the wall, jealousy burning behind his eyes, Nani breathless and trembling.

Their manager shoved a mic into both their hands.

“You two—behave. No arguing. No ignoring each other. And for heaven’s sake, **don’t look like you’re about to kiss.**”

Both boys froze.

Sky’s ears turned bright red.
Nani choked on air.

Their manager sighed dramatically and walked away.

Silence stretched between them.

Sky rubbed his jaw, looking anywhere but Nani.
Nani stared at the floor, heart still pounding.

“Don’t… don’t separate from me,” Sky murmured without looking up.

Nani’s throat tightened. “…I said okay.”

Sky’s hand brushed against Nani’s—accidentally at first.

But he didn’t pull away.

Nani didn’t either.

---

**On Stage**

The bright lights hit them the moment they stepped onto the platform. Fans screamed. Cameras flashed. Reporters leaned forward eagerly.

Nani put on his polite smile.

Sky put on his cold charisma.

But their hands stayed close.

Too close.

They took their seats on the interview couch—side by side—but Sky immediately angled his body slightly toward Nani.

Nani noticed.

The fans noticed too.

The chat screens behind them lit up with live comments:

**“WHY ARE THEY SITTING SO CLOSE???”**
**“SKY IS STARING AT NANI OMG”**
**“THE TENSION PLEASE—”**

Nani cleared his throat, face warming.

Sky spoke into the mic, voice steady and low.
“We’re happy to be here.”

But his knee brushed Nani’s.

Nani jolted slightly.

Sky didn’t move away.

---

During a game segment, the host explained they needed to draw each other while blindfolded.

Nani grabbed the sketch pad, laughing nervously.

Sky tied the blindfold around his own head with a single sentence:

“I don’t need to see to draw him.”

Nani froze.

Fans screamed.

The host choked.

Nani’s ears turned bright red.
He whispered sharply, “Sky—what are you saying—?!”

Sky smirked under the blindfold.
“Nothing.”

Nani’s heart did a full flip.

As they drew, Sky’s knee knocked into Nani’s again.

Nani nudged him back.

Sky nudged harder.

Nani glared. Sky grinned.

The host cleared his throat loudly. “Gentlemen…”

Nani sat up straight.

Sky… did not.

In fact, he slid his hand across the couch behind Nani.

Almost around his back.

Leaving just enough space for imagination… but close enough to make Nani swallow hard.

Nani leaned forward slightly, pretending to adjust the mic, just to escape Sky’s proximity.

Sky leaned forward too, following him.

Nani froze. “Sky—stop that.”

Sky whispered from behind his blindfold, voice deep:

“I told you. Stay close.”

Nani nearly dropped his pen.

---

Halfway through the interview, a reporter asked:

“So, rumor says you two have been spending a lot of time together off-set. Living together even. Is that true?”

Sky and Nani stiffened.

Their manager, somewhere backstage, was probably dying.

Sky spoke first—smooth, calm.
“Work schedules. It’s easier that way.”

Nani nodded quickly. “Yes—just for convenience.”

The reporter raised a brow. “Convenience? You two seem very… comfortable.”

Sky’s thumb brushed the back of Nani’s hand.

Nani stopped breathing.

The reporter’s eyes widened.
“Oh? What was that?”

Nani snapped his hand back like it was on fire. “NOTHING! That—no—he just—”

Sky smirked.

The host saved them with a laugh. “Alright, alright—moving on!”

Nani shot Sky a glare.

Sky leaned toward him, whispering:

“Relax. It looked natural.”

“No, it looked suspicious!” Nani hissed.

“Only because you panicked.”

Nani flushed. “I didn’t panic.”

Sky chuckled, low and warm. “You always panic when I touch you.”

Nani slapped his shoulder.
Fans screamed again.

---

As they stood for the final bow, Sky’s hand found Nani’s lower back.

Nani’s breath hitched.

Sky leaned down, mouth brushing close to Nani’s ear.

“Backstage,” Sky whispered.
“I’m not done with what we were talking about.”

Nani turned quickly—too quickly.

Their faces crashed inches apart.

Nani’s breath met Sky’s.
Sky’s lips hovered a breath away.

The crowd gasped.
Cameras clicked.
The host froze mid-wave.

For a moment—

Just a moment—

Sky didn’t pull away.
Nani didn’t either.

Their noses touched.

Their lips almost—

“BOYS!” their manager shouted offstage. “STEP. BACK.”

Sky straightened with a tiny smirk.

Nani covered his face with his hand, mortified.

The audience screamed like a volcano erupted.

Sky leaned close just once more—quiet, controlled, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“I told you,” he whispered.

“What?” Nani whispered back, flustered.

“Stay close.”

Chapter Text

The ride home from the event was too quiet.

Sky had one hand on the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward.
Nani sat beside him, clutching his phone, pretending to scroll though he hadn’t read a single thing for the past ten minutes.

The image kept replaying in Sky’s head—
Nani smiling.
Nani leaning close.
The junior actor touching Nani’s arm like they were already familiar.

Sky’s chest tightened just thinking about it again.

He hated the feeling.
Jealousy wasn’t new, but this one burned sharper, deeper, like someone twisting a knife under his ribs.

Nani sensed it.
Sky didn’t hide things well—not when it came to him.

He swallowed. “Sky… you’re quiet.”

Sky didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.
If he opened his mouth right now, he wasn’t sure what would come out—anger, frustration, or the truth he wasn’t ready to admit.

So instead:

“Nothing,” Sky muttered. “I’m just tired.”

But his voice told on him. It came out low, tight.

Nani’s heart clenched.
Tired. Right.
Sky only sounded like this when he was angry—or jealous.

And Nani knew which one it was.

---

Sky dropped the keys on the table, too forcefully.

Nani winced. “Sky… did I do something?”

Sky didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he turned around slowly, gaze heavy, dark, unreadable—except Nani *could* read it.

Sky stepped closer.
Too close.
Close enough that Nani’s breath hitched.

“That guy,” Sky said quietly, “the junior.”

Nani blinked. “…What about him?”

Sky’s eyes narrowed, emotions swirling behind them.

“He touched you. And you smiled like you liked it.”

Nani’s stomach flipped.
Of course.
He knew it.

Sky looked away, jaw flexing. “He shouldn’t touch you like that.”

The words slipped out before Sky could stop them.
Possessive. Raw. Too honest.

Nani’s eyes widened. “Sky… he’s just a junior. We were just talking—”

Sky stepped closer again.

Nani instinctively lifted his hand and pressed it flat against Sky’s chest, stopping him.

His palm rested right over Sky’s heartbeat—
fast
and furious.

The contact hit Sky like a shock.
He inhaled sharply.

Nani could feel everything—
the warmth under his hand,
the steady rise and fall of Sky’s breath,
the tension tightening every muscle.

Sky stared down at Nani’s hand on his chest, then back into his eyes.

“Don’t… get too close,” Nani whispered, voice shaking.

Sky let out a soft, humorless breath. “I should be telling you that.”

Nani swallowed hard. “Sky—”

“You don’t even realize,” Sky murmured, leaning forward just a bit despite Nani’s hand pushing back, “how easily someone could take you away.”

Nani’s heart thudded painfully.

“Take me away?” he echoed. “Sky, no one’s taking me anywhere.”

Sky’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, gaze dropping to Nani’s lips for half a second before snapping back up.

“You didn’t see it,” Sky said. “The way he looked at you.”

“So what?” Nani whispered. “Why does it matter?”

Sky froze.

He didn’t have an answer he could say out loud.
Not without admitting everything he’d been holding back for weeks.

Nani’s fingers flexed against Sky’s chest, grip tightening.

“Sky… why does it matter?” he asked again, softer, shakier.

Sky’s breath hitched.

His inner thoughts tangled into one impossibly loud truth:

*Because I want you.*
*Because you’re mine.*
*Because the idea of anyone else touching you makes me want to lose my mind.*

But all he managed to say was:

“It just does.”

Nani stared at him—hurt, confused, wanting more.

His own thoughts swirled painfully:

*Why can’t you just say it, Sky?*
*Why do you look at me like this but never take one more step?*
*Why does it feel like I’m the only one fighting this pull between us?*

Nani stepped back slightly, but Sky caught his wrist gently.

Their eyes locked.

The air thickened, pulled tight like a string ready to snap.

Both of them trembling, breathing uneven, too close to crossing a line neither could unsee.

Sky’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“Don’t let anyone else get close to you like that again.”

Nani’s breath stuttered.

“Then… don’t look at me like that,” he whispered back, “if you’re not going to do anything.”

Sky froze.

The words hit him like a punch.

For a heartbeat—long, hot, heavy—Sky leaned in, eyes darkening, breath brushing Nani’s cheek.

Nani’s hand was still pressed to Sky’s chest, feeling the wild heartbeat under his palm.

Sky whispered:

“Nani… don’t test me.”

Nani whispered back:

“You’re the one coming close.”

Silence.

The tension crackled—dangerous, electric, one second away from turning into a kiss neither of them could take back.

Sky exhaled shakily and stepped back first.

Barely.

Nani’s chest felt hollow the moment the warmth disappeared.

But Sky’s voice was still rough, raw.

“This isn’t over.”

Nani swallowed hard.

He didn’t know whether to be terrified or thrilled.

Chapter Text

Morning came too fast.

The world outside was bright, loud, alive—
but inside the apartment, everything felt muted, heavy, suffocating with words left unsaid.

Nani didn’t sleep well.
Not after what happened last night.

Sky’s jealousy.
Sky’s closeness.
Sky’s voice telling him *don’t let anyone else get close to you.*

And then backing away like he hadn’t almost kissed him.

Nani’s chest tightened every time he remembered it.

He heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, and he stiffened immediately.

Sky.

Of course Sky would come find him.

“Nani,” Sky said quietly.

Nani didn’t look up from the breakfast he was pretending to prepare. His hands were barely moving, slicing the same strawberry too thin, too slow.

Sky stood behind the counter, watching him with guarded eyes.

“What happened last night…” Sky began.

“We don’t need to talk about it,” Nani cut in sharply.

Sky blinked, thrown off. “But—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sky’s brows pinched together. “Nani, I think we should. I don’t like how we left things.”

Nani finally turned around.

His expression wasn’t cold—just tired.
Worn. Hurt in a way Sky didn’t know how to fix.

“You don’t like how we left things,” Nani repeated softly. “Sky, that’s the problem. **You** don’t like it. But what about me?”

Sky froze.

Nani continued, voice steady but trembling underneath:

“You acted like you were going to… do something. Say something.”
His throat tightened. “And then you pulled away again.”

Sky stepped forward. “I was trying to control myself—”

“Why?” Nani whispered. “Why do you keep stepping close and then running the second I let you in?”

Sky’s heart dropped.

He didn’t expect Nani to say it so plainly.

“Nani… I just— I didn’t want to cross a line you’d regret.”

Nani looked at him long and hard.

“So the junior touching my arm is crossing a line,” Nani said quietly, “but you almost kissing me isn’t?”

Sky opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Nani let out a slow exhale, looked away, then grabbed his phone and slid it into his pocket.

“Sky… I’m tired.”

“Tired?” Sky repeated, voice dropping.

“Yes.” Nani’s jaw tightened. “Of trying to understand you. Of guessing what you feel. Of acting like nothing is happening between us when something clearly is.”

Sky swallowed hard.

Nani’s next words were soft.
Devastating.

“Whatever you’re feeling… whatever you’re holding back…”
He looked directly into Sky’s eyes.
“You figure it out.”

Sky’s breath caught.

“And when you do,” Nani added, stepping past him, “then come talk to me.”

Sky reached out instinctively to grab his wrist—
but stopped himself at the last second.

Nani didn’t look back as he walked away.

Sky stood frozen in the kitchen, heart pounding, chest twisting painfully.

*Nani’s slipping away.*
*Because of me.*

The realization slammed into him.

He stared at the empty doorway, fists tightening until his knuckles whitened.

Nani’s voice echoed in his head:

“You figure it out.”

Sky whispered into the silence:

“…I’m trying.”

But trying wasn’t enough anymore.

Nani wanted clarity.
Nani wanted honesty.
Nani wanted him to stop hiding.

Sky dragged a hand down his face, breath unsteady.

He knew what he felt.

He had always known.

He just didn’t know how to say it without breaking everything open.

But now… if he didn’t say it,
he would lose Nani.

And that terrified him more than anything.

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Nani returned home late for past few days.

Not *busy* late —
*avoiding* late.

Sky felt it the moment he heard the door click.
The hesitation.
The quiet shuffle of feet, trying to slip past the living room like a shadow.

Sky stood from the couch immediately.

“Nani.”

Nani stiffened, not turning.

“Not tonight, Sky,” he exhaled, voice flat. “I’m tired.”

Sky stepped closer. “We need to talk.”

“No,” Nani said, beginning to walk away. “You need to talk. I don’t want—”

He didn’t finish, because Sky grabbed his wrist.

Not hard.
Not forceful.

Just enough.

Nani froze.

“Let me go, Sky.”

Sky’s voice cracked softly.

“I can’t.”

Nani finally looked back at him, eyes guarded, wounded.

“Sky, don’t make this harder.”

Sky stepped closer, closing the distance inch by inch, until their breath mingled.

Nani drew in a sharp breath.

“Don’t,” he warned softly, “because every time you come close… it hurts more when you pull back.”

Sky felt like he’d been punched.

“Nani,” he whispered, “I’m not pulling back this time.”

Nani tried to turn away again.

Sky reacted instantly—
stepping forward, arms circling around Nani’s waist from behind, pulling him into his chest.

“Nani, please don’t walk away.”

Nani inhaled hard, shoulders tensing.

“Sky—”

“No,” Sky said, voice low, almost trembling. “Not again. I’m done pretending I don’t feel anything. I’m done being careful. I’m done acting like you don’t matter.”

Nani went still.

Sky tightened his hold, burying his forehead between Nani’s shoulder blades.

“You ignore me for few days and I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Sky whispered. “Like I’m losing you.”

Nani closed his eyes.
His hands slowly lifted — as if wanting to push Sky away — but then hesitated mid-air.

“Sky… you can’t just say things like that,” he murmured.

“I’m not just saying it,” Sky said, voice rough. “I feel it. Every time you look at me. Every time you walk past me. Every time someone else stands too close to you.”

Nani’s breath caught.

The jealousy.
The way Sky’s fingers dug slightly into his waist.

“Sky…” Nani said again, softer this time.

Sky gently turned him around, keeping their bodies close, faces inches apart.

Finally, Sky let Nani see him —
all the longing, all the conflict, all the fear.

“Nani,” Sky breathed, “I hate when you ignore me.”

Nani’s eyes widened a little.

Sky swallowed.
His voice cracked.

“I hate it because… I want you too much.”

Nani’s lips parted in shock.

Sky lifted a hand, slowly, as if afraid the air itself might shatter —
and cupped Nani’s cheek.

Nani leaned into the warmth despite himself.

“You asked me to figure it out,” Sky whispered.

His thumb brushed gently under Nani’s eye.

“So here it is.”

Silence.
Thick.
Electric.
Heartbreaking.

Sky’s chest rose and fell too fast.

“I like you,” he said, quietly but certain. “More than I should. More than I planned.”

Nani’s eyes widened, breath hitching.

Sky stepped even closer, their hearts almost touching.

“I tried to hold it back,” Sky continued, voice trembling. “Tried to keep it safe. Tried to keep you at arm’s length because I was scared. But I can’t do it anymore. Not when you look at me like you did yesterday. Not when you walked away from me this morning.”

Sky leaned his forehead against Nani’s.

Their breaths tangled.

Their lips dangerously close.

“Nani,” Sky whispered, “please… stop running away. Stay. Talk to me.”

Nani’s heartbeat hammered so loud it felt like it shook both of them.

He swallowed.

“I didn’t want to run,” Nani whispered back. “I just… didn’t want to get hurt.”

Sky closed his eyes briefly — then slid both arms around Nani’s waist, pulling him into a full embrace.

Their chests pressed together.
Warm.
Undeniable.
Dangerous.

“I won’t hurt you,” Sky said, breath shaking against Nani’s cheek. “Not again. Not ever.”

Nani slowly, very slowly, lifted his arms and wrapped them around Sky’s back.

Not tight.

Not hesitant.

Just… real.

“I’m still mad at you,” Nani murmured into his shoulder.

Sky’s lips curved against Nani’s temple.

“You can be mad,” Sky whispered. “Just… don’t ignore me.”

Nani let out the smallest, softest breath.

“Sky…”

Sky pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

Their noses brushed.

Their lips hovered.

Everything inside Sky screamed to kiss him —
but he didn’t.

He waited.

He let Nani feel every inch of his restraint.

Nani’s chest rose sharply.

“…This is the closest you’ve ever let yourself be honest,” he whispered.

Sky nodded, voice low.

“And I’m not stopping now.”

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The apartment was quiet—too quiet.
The kind of silence that buzzes with all the words left unsaid for weeks.

Sky stood by the window, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring out at the city lights.
Nani sat on the couch, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them, trying to act calm—but failing completely.

Sky finally turned, eyes dark, jaw tight, every inch of him radiating the tension he could no longer hide.

“Nani,” he said, voice low, almost rough, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend like I don’t feel something for you.”

Nani flinched. His stomach twisted.
He tried to look away, but his body betrayed him, inching slightly toward Sky despite every warning in his head.

“Sky…” Nani whispered. “I—”

“No,” Sky cut in, stepping closer, closing the space between them. “You don’t get to talk yet. You need to listen. I’m done holding back.”

Nani’s hands instinctively went to Sky’s chest, pressing lightly to keep him at a distance.
Sky didn’t pull away.
He only leaned in closer.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Sky’s voice was harsh, desperate. “Don’t lie to me, Nani. Don’t hide it.”

Nani’s heart thudded painfully. He swallowed.
“I… I do,” he admitted, finally letting the words out. “But I’m scared, Sky. I don’t want to get hurt. Not again.”

Sky’s expression softened, and he cupped Nani’s cheek with one hand, thumb brushing over his skin.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I promise. I just… I can’t stand pretending. I can’t stand keeping my hands off you when all I want is to hold you.”

Nani’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears.
He leaned into Sky’s touch, closing the small distance he had been keeping.
“I… I’ve been trying to fight it,” Nani confessed. “But I can’t. I don’t want to anymore.”

Sky’s breath hitched. Their faces were so close now that every exhale mingled.
He could feel Nani’s heartbeat racing against his own.

“I… want you,” Sky said, voice barely above a whisper. “Right now, I can’t stop myself.”

Nani’s lips parted slightly. He could feel the magnetic pull, the tension in the air crackling like electricity.
He reached up, placing his hands on Sky’s chest, trying to slow the chaos inside him.
“Sky… don’t rush me.”

Sky leaned even closer, his forehead resting against Nani’s, nose brushing his, breath catching.
“I’m not rushing. I’m just… telling you how it is. I’ve waited too long.”

Nani’s eyes fluttered shut. Every nerve ending in his body was screaming.
“I… I’m ready,” he whispered, almost inaudible.

Sky’s lips hovered just above Nani’s, hovering in that dangerous, almost-kiss moment.
Everything was slow, electric, consuming.
Time seemed to stop.

And then—

**BZZZT!**

Sky’s phone vibrated on the counter, and the sudden intrusion made both of them jump.

Their manager’s name flashed across the screen.

Nani’s eyes widened in panic.
“Sky… our manager—”

Sky exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe this is happening now.”

Nani’s heart raced, chest pressed against Sky’s.
He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to let this perfect moment end.

Sky lowered his forehead back to Nani’s. “We’ll fix it later. Right now…” he murmured, voice husky. “…I need you.”

Nani closed his eyes, leaning fully into Sky, letting all his fear, all his hesitation dissolve.

“I need you too,” Nani admitted.

Sky’s hands moved to cradle Nani’s face gently, and finally, finally, their lips met.
Soft at first. Hesitant.
Then everything inside them exploded—the weeks of tension, jealousy, longing, and unspoken desire—all pouring into this kiss.

Nani’s hands tangled in Sky’s hair, pulling him closer.
Sky’s arms wrapped fully around Nani, holding him as if letting go would break them both.

The world outside the apartment ceased to exist.
The city lights, the fans, the manager’s calls—all gone.

For the first time, they let themselves be entirely, dangerously, beautifully close.

And then—

**BZZZT!**

Sky’s phone vibrated again.

They broke apart slightly, foreheads still touching, breaths mingling.

Nani laughed softly, a little breathless, a little shaky.
“Even our manager can’t ruin this,” he whispered.

Sky smirked, brushing his thumb along Nani’s cheek.
“No,” he murmured. “Not even them.”

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, trembling and laughing, the tension finally melted.
Everything they had been holding back—jealousy, fear, longing—was out in the open.

For the first time, Sky and Nani knew:
Nothing, and no one, could separate them anymore.

Chapter Text

The morning sun spilled through the curtains, painting the bedroom in warm golds and soft ambers.

Sky stirred first, lazily stretching his arms above his head.
He opened one eye, only to find Nani curled up beside him, chest rising and falling with each quiet breath.

Sky’s heart skipped.
After everything—the jealousy, the fights, the near-kisses, the confessions—this quiet moment felt almost unreal.

He reached out gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from Nani’s forehead.
Nani stirred, eyes fluttering open, and gave a small, sleepy smile.

“Morning,” Nani whispered, voice husky from sleep.

Sky smirked softly. “Morning. You slept well?”

Nani yawned and stretched, pressing a hand against Sky’s chest, letting him feel the warmth. “Better than I have in weeks.”

Sky’s thumb traced slow circles on Nani’s arm. “I like it when you’re close like this.”

Nani’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Do you now?”

Sky’s lips curved into a grin. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Nani’s temple. “Yeah. I like it a lot.”

Nani chuckled, moving his hand to Sky’s shoulder, tugging him closer. “Careful… you might get spoiled.”

Sky hummed against Nani’s hair, voice low and teasing. “Spoiled? Maybe that’s what I want.”

Nani let out a soft laugh, then sighed, nuzzling into Sky’s neck. “I’m not complaining.”

Sky’s hands slid to Nani’s waist, pulling him fully against his body. He could feel Nani relax against him, letting go of all the tension, all the hesitations that had built up over weeks.

“I love you,” Sky whispered, barely audible.

Nani froze, then lifted his head just enough to meet Sky’s eyes. “I love you too,” he said softly, a shy smile spreading across his face.

Sky leaned in, brushing their lips together in a slow, tender kiss. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t fiery—just the perfect balance of warmth, intimacy, and affection.

Nani’s hands tangled in Sky’s hair, pulling him closer, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. They just stayed there, wrapped in each other, breathing in sync, hearts beating like a shared drum.

Eventually, Nani pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against Sky’s. “Promise me something?”

“Anything,” Sky murmured.

“Let’s not ever go back to pretending. No more jealousy, no more running away. Just… us.”

Sky smiled, pressing another gentle kiss to Nani’s temple. “I promise. It’s just us now. Always.”

Nani’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with affection and relief. “Good. Because I like us.”

Sky chuckled softly, holding Nani closer. “Me too.”

And for the first time in weeks, the apartment was filled with something more powerful than tension, jealousy, or fear.

It was filled with **love**, warm and steady, wrapping them both in a quiet, perfect bliss.

They stayed there a long while, basking in the sunlight, wrapped in each other’s arms—two hearts that had finally found their home.

And as they pulled each other close again, Sky whispered against Nani’s ear, “You’re mine. Completely.”

Nani blushed but didn’t pull away. Instead, he whispered back, “And you’re mine.”

The rest of the world could wait.

For Sky and Nani, finally, it was just the two of them—together, safe, and exactly where they belonged.

The End ___

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1. Morning Coffee**

Sky leaned over the counter to pour Nani’s coffee, their elbows brushing.

Nani smirked, leaning closer. “Careful. You’re invading my space.”

Sky grinned, eyes glinting. “I’m just making sure you start your day thinking about me.”

Nani laughed softly, heart fluttering.

Fans watching them on IG stories commented:

**“Did Sky just lean into Nani’s space like that?? 😳”**
**“They’re so obvious! Stop teasing each other!”**

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2. Grocery Store Chaos

Nani held a shopping basket while Sky chased after him, playfully tugging at his hoodie.

“Stop running!” Nani laughed.

Sky caught up and pressed lightly against Nani’s back, hands lingering.
“Why would I stop when I’m having this much fun?”

Nani rolled his eyes but didn’t move away.

Fans in the store noticed, whispering:

**“OMG are they dating??”**
**“I can’t even focus on my shopping, look at them 😍”**

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3. Red Carpet Teasing

At an event, photographers kept snapping pictures. Sky placed a hand on Nani’s lower back, guiding him slightly forward.

Nani leaned into Sky, whispering, “You’re so extra.”

Sky smirked, voice low: “I’m extra for you.”

Fans on social media went wild:

**“THEY ARE TOUCHING AGAIN!!!”**
**“Why do they keep looking at each other like that 😭🔥”**

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4. Film Set Mischief

During a scene rehearsal, Nani accidentally dropped his script. Sky bent to pick it up, brushing their fingers together.

Nani’s cheeks warmed. “You didn’t have to—”

Sky looked up at him with a teasing grin. “I just like touching you.”

Co-actors couldn’t ignore the energy between them, and fans posting updates noticed:

**“Sky keeps finding excuses to touch Nani 😳”**
**“The tension is real… someone get them a room!”**

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5. Home Movie Night

Back at the apartment, they curled up on the couch watching a horror movie. Nani tried not to scream, but at the jump scare, he pressed himself into Sky’s chest.

Sky wrapped an arm around him automatically, muttering, “You’re ridiculous.”

Nani peeked up at him, biting his lip. “I’m scared… deal with it.”

Fans who saw this on their livestream comment:

**“HEARTS MELTING 😭💖”**
**“Every time they touch… I die a little inside 💘”**

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6. Event Banquet Flirt

At a charity banquet, Sky and Nani sat side by side, elbows brushing. Nani whispered something about the food, and Sky leaned close, lips near his ear.

Nani’s hand found Sky’s thigh briefly.

Fans’ cameras and phones captured every detail:

**“THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS!!!”**
**“Stop teasing each other in public 😭”**

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7. Gym Stretching

Sky and Nani were in a gym promo shoot. Nani struggled with a stretch, and Sky moved closer, guiding his arm over his head, hands brushing against Nani’s waist.

Nani’s face heated. “I can do it myself.”

Sky whispered back, “I know… but I like helping.”

Fans on social media were exploding cause SkyNani posting it on TikTok :

**“Sky is flirting HARD with Nani 😳🔥”**
**“Someone save me… these two are impossible 😭💘”**

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1. The Red Carpet Incident

The first post of the night went viral in minutes.
A fan snapped a photo of Sky’s hand resting lightly on Nani’s lower back as they posed for the cameras.

Caption:

*"Did anyone else notice Sky holding Nani like that?? 😳🔥 #SkyNaniIsReal"*

Comments flooded in:

**“THEY’RE SO OBVIOUS!”**
**“Can’t believe they’re touching again! My heart 😭💖”**
**“Look at Nani leaning into him! OMG!”**

Sky’s smirk toward Nani was captured perfectly. Fans could feel the tension even through the screen.

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2. Live Q&A Chaos

During a livestream Q&A, a fan asked Sky, “Who’s your favorite co-star?”

Sky’s eyes flicked to Nani, softening in a way fans immediately noticed.
Nani, blushing, adjusted his sleeve nervously.

Fan reactions:

**“Did Sky just look at Nani like that?? 👀”**
**“Nani’s literally melting, he can’t hide it 😭💘”**
**“Stop flirting in public, you dorks! 😩”**

Sky leaned closer, whispering something inaudible to Nani.
Fans’ cameras caught the moment and zoomed in: their proximity made hearts race.

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3. Event Backstage

Backstage at an awards show, a fan spotted Sky adjusting Nani’s tie.

Caption:

*"Sky fixing Nani’s tie… is he actually trying to look good for him? 🥵 #CoupleGoals"*

Comments exploded:

**“He’s literally touching him all the time 😭”**
**“Nani looks so shy omg 😭”**
**“I can’t deal with this chemistry!”**

Sky laughed softly as Nani protested, pushing him away playfully—but fans could see he didn’t move far.

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4. Airport Arrival

A paparazzi shot captured Sky and Nani walking side by side, elbows brushing repeatedly.
Sky’s arm occasionally touched Nani’s back, Nani leaning subtly into him, headphones around his neck.

Fan post:

*"Even at the airport they can’t stop touching 😭💖 This is illegal in my heart #SkyNaniForever"*

Fans commented on every tiny detail:

**“Nani’s hand on Sky’s arm… yes yes yes 😳”**
**“That look Sky gave him… I’m dead.”**
**“I wish I could blink and not see this 💘”**

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5. Fan Meet and Greet

During a fan event, Sky leaned over Nani to greet a fan, whispering something that made Nani laugh and hide his face.

Fan caught it all on video:

*"Nani literally hid his face in his hoodie 😭 Sky said something and he melted 💖 #SkyNaniMoment"*

The chat exploded:

**“Sky’s flirting with him so openly 😭🔥”**
**“Nani can’t even handle it 😩”**
**“Their chemistry is OFF THE CHARTS 💘”**

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6. Movie Premiere

On the premiere red carpet, Sky and Nani’s hands lingered together as photographers snapped them posing.
Nani rested his hand lightly on Sky’s chest as they laughed at something off-camera.

Fan commentary:

*"They’re literally doing it on purpose… look at Nani leaning in 😳"*

Comments:

**“The teasing, the touches, the smiles 😭💖”**
**“Fans are not ready for this level of obviousness 😩”**
**“Why is my heart in flames???”**

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7. Social Media Explosion

Every fan account, every Twitter update, every Instagram story seemed to feature **Sky and Nani touching, teasing, and stealing glances**.

Top fan tweet:

*"SkyNani are flirting in public EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. And I am HERE for it 🔥💘"*

Comments flooded in:

**“They literally can’t keep their hands off each other 😭”**
**“This slow burn is killing me 💖”**
**“Someone give them a room NOW!”**

Even casual fans who weren’t obsessed started noticing: Sky and Nani **couldn’t stop themselves**, and their **love, tension, and chemistry** were impossible to ignore.

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8. Fans’ Verdict

By the end of the week, hashtags like **#SkyNaniForever**, **#ObsessedWithSkyNani**, and **#CoupleGoals** were trending worldwide.

Every event, every post, every stolen glance just confirmed what fans already knew:

**Sky and Nani weren’t hiding anymore.**
**And fans loved watching it unfold.**