Beautiful War

by nhicebhabie

Summary:

They were never supposed to be more than fanservice.

But behind closed doors—between shared dinners, secret glances, and soft midnight promises—Smart and Boom became something real.

But when industry walls begin to rise, separating them by force, their love is pushed underground. What was once effortless becomes fragile. Private moments turn into stolen nights. Fights grow heavier. Silence grows longer.

Beautiful War is a story of hidden love in the harshest light, of choosing each other even when the world says no.

Because some love never dies.

It only waits.

Notes:

DISCLAIMER!!

So, I made a little RPF about SmartBoom from Top Form The Series because lately I’m sooooo obsessed with the two of them. But just so you know that I don’t own them. I’m just here borrowing their names and appearances so that it’s easier for me to create a story.

Got inspired by them. BUT instead of Top Form The Series, I changed it into Beautiful War The Series so that it won’t be too…. weird? The casts are still the same I just changed the name.

This fic is completely self-indulgent fun. I hope you enjoy!! <3

Chapter 1: Aren’t We Just Perfect?

The soft rustle of sheets. A faint golden glow slipped through the hotel curtains. It was quiet—no crew calling for takes, no lines to rehearse, no eyes watching. Just them. 
 
Boom shifted under the blanket, pressing his cheek deeper into the pillow, his lashes fluttering. His bare shoulder peeked out, milky skin kissed by morning light. He looked like something out of a dream. 
 
Smart sat at the edge of the bed, watching him in silence. His heart ached a little. How could someone look this soft, this pretty, without even trying? 
 
Boom stirred, groggy, lips parting into a sleepy pout. “ Mmm … Smart?” 
 
“I’m here,” Smart said gently, reaching to brush hair from Boom’s forehead. “Still tired?” 
 
Boom stretched like a cat, arms rising above his head, the blanket slipping down to reveal his chest. “It’s our day off,” he murmured. “Can’t I be clingy for once?” 
 
Smart chuckled, his deep voice soft. “You’re clingy every day.” 
 
“And you love it,” Boom teased, eyes still half-closed. 
 
“I really do.” 
 
Smart leaned down and kissed his temple, then his cheek, then lower—trailing kisses along Boom’s jaw. Boom hummed, his fingers curling around Smart’s arm. “Missed you.” 
 
“I’m right here,” Smart whispered, mouth now brushing against Boom’s neck. “No scripts. No one else. Just you and me.” 
 
Boom’s lips curved into a smile. “Finally.” 
 
They had waited for this—this exact kind of morning. The weight of the week had been heavy. Long shoots, fake kisses for the camera, pretending they weren’t real when the whole world was watching. But now? 
 
Now it was just them. 
 
Smart shifted to lie beside Boom, their bodies aligning, chests brushing. 
 
Boom slipped a leg over Smart’s waist, their skin warm against each other. “Touch me,” he said, voice quiet. “I want to feel you.” 
 
Smart’s eyes darkened, hand coming up to cradle Boom’s cheek. “You sure you’re ready?” 
 
Boom nodded, breath hitching. “I’ve been ready all week.” 
 
Smart’s hand slid slowly down Boom’s waist, tracing the curve of his side. His fingers moved deliberately, like he was memorizing every inch. 
 
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, eyes drinking Boom in. “ So fucking beautiful.” 
 
Boom’s skin flushed, the natural pink rising across his cheeks and chest. “Don’t say things like that…” 
 
“I will,” Smart said, voice rougher now. “Because it’s true. Look at you, baby. You don’t even have to try, and you’ve got me losing my mind.” 
 
Boom bit his lip, thighs pressing together. “Say more.” 
 
Smart smiled. He leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply, his tongue stroking Boom’s in a rhythm that made the older man moan into his mouth. 
 
“You love it when I tell you how pretty you are, don’t you?” Smart whispered against his lips. “How good you make me feel. How lucky I am to have you.” 
 
Boom whimpered, arching against him. “Yes… please… more…” 
 
Smart’s hand dipped between Boom’s legs, teasing the inside of his thigh, avoiding where Boom needed it most. “I could spend the whole day just touching you. Praising you. You deserve it, baby. After the week you’ve had?” 
 
Boom clung to him, nails dragging lightly down Smart’s back. “Then do it. Make me feel good. Make me yours.” 
 
Smart pressed his forehead against Boom’s. “You already are.” 
 
His fingers finally wrapped around Boom’s shaft, slow strokes that made Boom gasp. “Look at you,” Smart groaned. “So hard already. Just from my voice?” 
 
Boom nodded helplessly, lips parted, eyes glassy. “You know what you do to me…” 
 
“Yeah?” Smart leaned in, biting gently at Boom’s neck. “You get this hard every time I praise you. Every time I tell you you’re mine.” 
 
“I am,” Boom whispered, hips jerking into Smart’s hand. “I’m all yours.” 
 
Smart kissed him again, rougher now, need pouring through every touch. “Then let me show you how much I’ve been needing this.” 
 
Smart couldn’t take his eyes off him. 
 
Boom lay there, completely bare, flushed and needy, his pretty lips parted in a soft whimper. His thighs were already trembling slightly just from Smart’s touch. 
 
“I can’t believe you’re real,” Smart whispered, kissing the inside of his thigh. “You’re so perfect, P’Boom.” 
 
Boom let out a breathy moan, hips twitching. “Say more…” 
 
Smart smirked. “You’re that desperate for it, huh?” 
 
Boom nodded shamelessly, cheeks pink, hands gripping the sheets. “I want to hear it. I want all of it.” 
 
Smart leaned over him, pressing kisses across his chest, lingering at his nipple before sucking gently. Boom gasped, arching into him. 
 
“I love how sensitive you are,” Smart said against his skin. “I love how you melt when I touch you. You’re so good for me. So easy to please.” 
 
Boom whimpered. “Smart…” 
 
“You’ve been so patient all week,” Smart continued, slowly trailing his fingers down Boom’s body. “On set. Smiling for the cameras. Kissing me as someone else, scripted, like it didn’t kill you.” 
 
Boom bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut. 
 
“But now,” Smart said, hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him just right, “now you get the real thing. My hands. My mouth. My cock. Only you.” 
 
Boom moaned—loud and unfiltered—as his back arched. “Yes, yes… I want it all.” 
 
Smart grinned. “You’re so greedy.” 
 
“I deserve to be,” Boom breathed. “I’ve been so good…” 
 
“You have,” Smart said softly. “My pretty boy. My sweet, perfect P’ Boom.” 
 
He kissed him deeply, sliding between his legs as he reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before bringing them down to press gently against him. 
 
Boom opened up easily, breath hitching as Smart worked him open with practiced care. His legs fell further apart, welcoming every touch, every word. 
 
“You’re doing so well,” Smart praised. “Taking my fingers so perfectly. You were made for me, weren’t you?” 
 
Boom nodded frantically, moaning against his arm. “Yes. Please, Smart… I need more.” 
 
“God,” Smart groaned, pulling his fingers free. “You beg so pretty.” 
 
He lined himself up, pressing in slowly, watching Boom’s eyes flutter open, then roll back. 
 
The stretch made Boom cry out, hands grabbing Smart’s shoulders, pulling him down. 
 
“Fuck—Smart—feels so good—” 
 
“I know, baby,” Smart panted. “You feel fucking amazing. So tight, so warm… You fit me like you were made for it.” 
 
Boom held onto him like he was drowning, breath catching with every thrust. “More—please—I can take more…” 
 
Smart thrust deeper, harder, fucking into him with a rhythm that left Boom gasping. His words turned messy—praise spilling from his mouth in time with each thrust: 
 
“You’re doing so good—so perfect—my gorgeous baby—taking me so well—fuck, P’ Boom, I love you—” 
 
Boom came undone with a loud, broken moan, his body locking up, back arching beautifully as he came between them, untouched. 
 
Smart groaned, watching him, feeling him tighten. He came moments later, buried deep, body shaking with it. 
 
They collapsed into each other, both sweaty and breathless, hearts pounding in sync. 
 
Boom was still catching his breath when Smart gently pulled out, careful not to overstimulate him. Boom whined softly at the loss, his legs twitching. 
 
“Don’t go far,” he mumbled, eyes barely open, flushed all over like he’d just stepped out of a steamy shower. 
 
“I’m right here, baby,” Smart whispered, already reaching for tissues and a towel. He moved slowly, cleaning Boom up with quiet care, stealing soft kisses in between. “You were perfect.” 
 
“I know,” Boom said with a tired smile, voice still dreamy. “But I like hearing it anyway.” 
 
Smart grinned. “Of course you do.” 
 
Boom chuckled, then hooked his arms around Smart’s neck, pulling him back down onto the bed. “Don’t even think about leaving me yet.” 
 
Smart laughed, letting himself be pulled into the clingy warmth of Boom’s arms. “I wasn’t. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 
 
“I’m very okay,” Boom sighed, curling into his chest. “I’ve been ruined, kissed, praised, and loved within an inch of my life. I’m thriving.” 
 
Smart tucked the blanket over them both, holding Boom close, chest to chest. He kissed his forehead, lingering there. “I love you.” 
 
Boom's eyes fluttered shut, a smile tugging at his lips. “I love you too.” 
 
They laid like that for a while, just breathing each other in. Boom traced lazy circles over Smart’s back, the kind of absentminded affection that said you’re mine without needing words. He was still glowing—inside and out. 
 
Then, after a long moment of quiet bliss, Boom’s lips curved into something a little more mischievous. 
 
“Hey, Smart ?” 
 
“Hm?” 
 
“You know what’s funny?” 
 
Smart glanced down, suspicious. “What?” 
 
Boom tilted his head up, eyes sparkling with teasing delight. “You fuck like a beast but you’re still scared of ghosts. It’s the ghosts who are scared of you.” 
 
Smart blinked. 
 
“ P’ Boom.” 
 
“No, seriously.” Boom giggled, pulling back just enough to see his face. “You’re the filthiest man in bed, and yet one flickering hallway light and you’re clutching me like I’m the exorcist.” 
 
“I don’t clutch you,” Smart muttered, deadpan. 
 
“You do. You practically climb onto my back.” 
 
Smart tackled him back into the bed, smothering his laughter with kisses. “Keep talking, P’ Boom. Let’s see if you’re still this smug when round two starts.” 
 
Boom’s laughter quieted into breathy giggles, then soft sighs as Smart kissed along his jaw. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, letting himself be kissed. “But you’re not denying the ghost thing.” 
 
Smart sighed dramatically, dragging his hand down his face. “Why do I even make you feel good if you’re just going to bully me after?” 
 
“Because you love me,” Boom said sweetly. 
 
Smart couldn’t argue with that. “I do,” he said, pressing another kiss to his temple. “But if you bring up that ghost thing one more time, I’m hiding your favorite pillow.” 
 
Boom gasped. “Not Mr. Pancake.” 
 
“Yes. Mr. Pancake’s getting locked in the wardrobe.” 
 
Boom pouted. “You wouldn’t.” 
 
“Try me.” 
 
They burst into laughter again, bodies shaking against each other. And when it faded, they settled back into the quiet—Boom curled up into Smart’s arms, Smart holding him like he never wanted to let go. 
 
“You know…” Boom murmured sleepily, head on Smart’s chest, “if there was a ghost, I’d protect you.” 
 
Smart raised an eyebrow. “You’d protect me?” 
 
“Yep. I'd tell it, ‘This man gives really good head and makes me feel like a god, so you better back off.’” 
 
Smart choked out a laugh, pressing his face into Boom’s hair. “You’re insane.” 
 
“I’m adorable.” Boom looked up with a cheeky grin, hair messy, face glowing with affection. “Especially after sex.” 
 
“Especially after sex,” Smart agreed, brushing sweaty strands from Boom’s forehead. “You look like a satisfied kitten.” 
 
Boom hummed, clearly loving the attention, fingers trailing over Smart’s arm in lazy circles. “You always say the sweetest things after turning me into a mess.” 
 
“I say them during too,” Smart teased. 
 
“True.” Boom’s grin widened, bashful but smug. “You did call me a ‘my pretty, gorgeous baby’ while you were literally blowing my back out.” 
 
Smart flushed, letting out an embarrassed groan. “Don’t say it like that.” 
 
“Why not? It was hot.” Boom poked his cheek. “ And there’s another funny thing . ” 
 
Smart narrowed his eyes. “What now?” 
 
Boom smirked, voice light with mischief. “You talk all filthy in bed—calling me pretty, saying how tight I am, whispering things that would get us both banned from network TV—but…” 
 
Smart raised an eyebrow, already bracing for the punchline. 
 
“…you turn into a giggly, red-faced schoolboy the moment fans scream our ship name in interviews.” 
 
Smart groaned again, this time burying his face in Boom’s neck. “P’Boom…” 
 
“It’s true!” Boom laughed. “They ask one little question like, ‘Who’s the clingy one off-camera?’ and you go all shy and laugh like a middle-schooler getting teased about their crush.” 
 
“That’s different,” Smart muttered against his skin. “They’re strangers. You’re you.” 
 
Boom softened a little at that, fingers brushing lightly through Smart’s hair. “ So you’re only vulgar for me?” 
 
Smart lifted his head to look at him, gaze soft and serious despite the playful tone. “Only ever for you.” 
 
Boom’s heart fluttered in that stupid way it always did when Smart got all sincere. “Damn. That’s hot.” 
 
“You want vulgar Smart or shy Smart?” 
 
“Both,” Boom replied immediately. “I like my man versatile.” 
 
Smart grinned, leaning down to kiss him—slow, tender, lingering. “You’re the only one who gets both sides.” 
 
Boom kissed him back, warm and affectionate, then whispered against his lips, “Lucky me.” 
 
“Lucky me ,” Smart corrected. “You let me have all of you.” 
 
Boom sighed dramatically and flopped onto his back, arms stretched out. “That’s because you make me feel like a god in bed and then cuddle me like a teddy bear after.” 
 
“I am a teddy bear,” Smart said, settling beside him again. “A very protective, horny teddy bear.” 
 
Boom burst out laughing, throwing an arm over his eyes. “God, we’re disgusting.” 
 
“But happy,” Smart said, pulling him back in. “Right?” 
 
“Right,” Boom whispered. “So happy I could die right now.” 
 
“Please don’t.” 
 
“Not yet,” Boom teased. “At least not until I get round two.” 
 
Smart groaned dramatically. “You’re insatiable.” 
 
Boom turned with a lazy grin, voice still soft and fond. “Only when it’s you.” 
 
And they lay there like that, tangled in each other, basking in warmth and laughter and everything they’d built together—public smiles, private love, and the kind of happiness that makes even the shyest hearts bold behind closed doors. 
 
 

 

Chapter 2: Three Days of Torture: Part 1

Summary:

Two days of Boom being a little tease and one day Boom had himself pinned onto the bed all night.

Notes:

This chapter is going to have two parts. Enjoy!! <3

Day 1 — The Interview

 

Smart should’ve seen it coming the moment Boom batted his lashes and said, “Let’s keep it professional today, okay?” before their press event.
 
Professional. Boom. In the same sentence.
 
That should’ve been the red flag.
 
From the second they arrived at the venue; Boom flipped a switch. He greeted everyone sweetly, smiled at the fans, and answered interviewers with practiced ease. He looked radiant—his blush natural, his hair soft, his lips distractingly pink—but every time Smart reached for him, Boom turned just out of reach.
 
Like in a early fan event they went to today, they were seated on the panel with the rest of the cast—Smart, Boom, Peanut, Euro, Namwaan and Toey—on a bright stage with six microphones, six paper cups of water, and one very smug cat.
 
“Congratulations on the series trending number one worldwide!” the host beamed. “How does everyone feel?” 
 
Peanut leaned forward, grinning. “Honestly? Insane. We didn’t expect it to blow up like this. The response has been amazing.” 
 
“Yeah,” Toey chimed in. “I’ve had my mom text me screenshots of X trends like five times a day.” 
 
Smart nodded, smiling politely. “We’re very grateful. It’s been such a special project.” 
 
It was supposed to be a sweet little fan event. A live Q&A. Cute stories. Behind-the-scenes laughs. Polished smiles. 
 
Smart was prepared. 
 
What he wasn’t prepared for… was Boom. 
 
Boom, who decided to show up in a loose white shirt that slipped off his shoulder every five seconds, and a chain around his neck that glinted under the lights like temptation itself. 
 
It was a sin. 
 
He looked like sex on legs and he knew it. 
 
The moment they sat on the couch together, Boom pressed up against Smart’s side like he was magnetized—smiling, giggling, laying his head on Smart’s shoulder every time the crowd screamed. 
 
He thought all of this would be easy. Laughs. Banter. Answering questions with practiced charm. 
 
Smart was dying. 
 
Not because of the fans, or the cameras, or the questions. 
 
But because Boom kept whispering in his ear. 
 
“You were so loud last night,” Boom murmured during the fourth question. “Wonder if any strangers that passed our hotel room heard.” 
 
Smart twitched. 
 
“The fans say that you guys look like you’re not pretending. More like a self-service instead of fan-service.” 
 
Boom laughed sweetly at the host like he hadn’t just dropped a live grenade. 
 
“I think our chemistry just works naturally,” Smart said into the mic, ignoring the heat crawling up his neck. 
 
Boom tilted his head. “Yeah. Smart always takes care of me.” 
 
Smart choked. 
 
Fans screamed. 
 
Boom’s fingers ghosted over his thigh under the couch cushion, just barely, pretending to adjust his sleeve. “You were so deep I saw stars,” he whispered again, too low for the mic. “I still feel you when I sit down.” 
 
Smart visibly flinched. 
 
The host raised an eyebrow. “You okay, Smart?” 
 
“Yeah!” he said a little too fast. “Yep. Sorry. Just—P’Boom’s elbow hit me.” 
 
Boom looked at him innocently. “Did it?” 
 
Smart shot him a glare. Boom beamed. 
 
And then—just to ruin him—Boom leaned over, lips brushing Smart’s ear again. 
 
“I’m not wearing underwear.” 
 
Smart’s brain short-circuited. 
 
He stared ahead, hands clenched tight in his lap, legs crossed hard, blinking like he’d just been hit by a truck. 
 
Boom sat back like a satisfied little kitten, sipped his water, and answered a question about their favorite scene in the drama. “I liked the one where I had to cry. Smart held me after. He’s very… attentive.” 
 
Smart let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. I’m, uh. I try to be.” 
 
His voice cracked. 
 
Boom smirked. 
 
The interviewer clapped their hands together . “There’s been so much talk about your chemistry. Fans are saying Boom and Smart don’t even need a script anymore.” 
 
“Oh, we don’t,” Boom said, without missing a beat. “P’Smart always… takes the lead. I just follow.” 
 
Peanut practically screamed. “HELLO?! P’ SMART? ” 
 
Euro leaned forward. “What do you mean take the lead?!” 
 
Smart let out a strangled laugh. “ P’Boom likes to exaggerate.” 
 
Boom turned, eyes glinting. “Do I, P’Smart?” 
 
When the host was asking about the other casts, Smart leaned in close, smile still on for the crowd, but his voice was all warning. “You keep going, I swear to god—” 
 
Boom cut him off with a whisper, syrup-sweet. “What? Gonna bend me over the couch backstage?” 
 
Smart nearly groaned out loud. 
 
By the end of the first interview, Smart had a headache already, not from the interviews—but from trying not to get hard on camera.
 
 
 
During another group interview, the host smiled knowingly. “So, Boom… Smart’s been quite protective and attentive of you during filming. Any thoughts?”
 
Boom laughed. “Is he? I never noticed.”
 
Smart turned to him, blinking. “You didn’t?”
 
Boom just smiled, innocent and cruel. “I thought he was just being polite.”
 
The audience howled. The host slapped Smart on his knee. “Damn, you’re getting played live.”
 
Smart clenched his jaw. Boom didn’t even glance at him.
 
 
 
Another live event with fans on the exact same day, and Boom was in full his mode—charming, glowing, magnetic. And still pretending like Smart barely existed.
 
Except when it was time for games.
 
The host handed them cards and asked, “Who’s more likely to be jealous?”
 
Boom held up Smart’s name without hesitation.
 
“Who’s more affectionate?”
 
“Smart,” Boom chirped, grinning.
 
“Who falls in love harder?”
 
“Definitely Smart.”
 
The crowd screamed.
 
Smart folded his arms, raising a brow. “You’re having fun, huh?”
 
Boom didn’t even look at him. “It’s all for the fans.”
 
Smart leaned in. “You’re going to pay for this.”
 
Boom giggled. “What did I do?”
 
Peanut leaned into his mic. “Honestly, I think P’Smart has it bad.”
 
Toey added, “I saw him staring at Boom backstage like he was starving.”
 
“Hungry eyes,” Euro said.
 
Smart wanted to vanish. Boom smiled sweetly and said, “Smart’s always like that. He looks but never acts.”
 
Smart nearly flipped the table.
 

Day 2 — The Photoshoot

 
The theme was “cozy couple vibes.” Of course it was.
 
Boom wore a soft beige cardigan that slipped off his shoulder every time he moved. His skin glowed under the lighting, his lips plump with lip balm, and his entire being seemed engineered for temptation.
 
Smart had to pose behind him, arms wrapped around Boom’s waist, chin tucked into his shoulder.
 
“Can you look a little more loving?” the photographer said.
 
Smart tried. He really did.
 
Boom helped—by pressing back into him just a little too hard.
 
“Don’t grind,” Smart hissed into his ear.
 
Boom turned his head slightly. “You’re imagining it.”
 
“You’re doing it on purpose.”
 
Boom smiled innocently. “Just getting into character.”
 
By the third pose, Smart had to excuse himself to the restroom just to breathe.
 
Boom sent him a selfie from the set: You looked like you were about to faint, P’Smart. But we have to do a live tonight so don’t;)
 
Smart replied: You’ll regret this.
 
Smart was done.
 
During a break, Smart cornered Boom near the dressing room.
 
“You’ve been at this for two days straight,” Smart hissed. “You were grinding on me all day during photo shoot.”
 
Boom blinked, so unbothered. “You didn’t like it?”
 
“I liked it too much.”
 
Boom smirked. “You’re such a good boy. So patient.”
 
“Don’t.”
 
Boom leaned in, lips grazing his ear again. “Wanna know a secret?”
 
Smart swallowed. “What?”
 
“I’ve been so hard every night but I didn’t touch myself.” He stepped back, smiling like a devil. “Saving it.”
 
Smart’s jaw clenched. “Boom.”
 
“Tonight,” Boom whispered. “After the live.”
 
But when the night ended, Boom stretched dramatically and said, “I’m sooo tired, let’s just cuddle.”
 
And he passed out in bed beside a very, very wrecked Smart.

 

Notes:

How do you like my fic so far? :)

Chapter 3: Three Days of Torture: Part 2

Summary:

Smart finally had his revenge on his 3-days-misery.

The third day.

A very long day for Smart.

He was teased, tortured, not only for today but for the past two days.

He was losing it.

The second the cameras cut and staff started wrapping up, Smart stood.

Fast.

Too fast.

“Hey,” Boom grinned, standing too, brushing lint from his shirt like he didn’t just almost get his boyfriend hard on national TV. “You okay, P’Smart?”

Smart didn’t answer. He grabbed Boom by the wrist with a grip just tight enough to make Boom’s eyes widen. Then he walked. Straight past the set, past the dressing room coordinator, past the rest of the cast who shouted a casual “Where are they going?”—until they were in the private talent dressing room.

Door locked.

“You ignored me for days.”

Boom giggled, breathless. “You were so cute.”

Smart leaned in. “You’re not escaping tonight.”

Boom smiled, cheeks flushed, clearly thrilled. “Good.”

Then he kissed him—finally—and whispered, “Just admit I’m the hottest person alive and maybe I’ll let you touch me.”

Smart groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

Boom cupped his face. “And you’re in love with me.”

Smart nodded, defeated. “Yeah.”

Boom’s grin softened. “Then stop looking like you’ll cry every time I tease you.”

“Stop teasing and I won’t cry.”

“No deal.”

Smart had Boom pinned against the long mirror, breath hot at his ear, one strong hand sliding up under his shirt while the other stayed firmly wrapped around his waist.

“You looked too pretty,” Smart muttered, grinding up against him. “Kept calling me P’Smart. Saying you weren’t wearing underwear the other day like you weren’t trying to destroy me.”

Boom pouted; eyes gleaming, looking innocent. “You didn’t like that?”

Smart said quietly, eyes dark. “You nearly made me come in front of the press.”

“I didn’t make you,” Boom teased. “You wanted to.”

He reached between them, cupping him through his pants. Boom gasped—hips jerking, knees nearly giving in.

That was when Smart turned him.

Boom found himself face to face with the full-length mirror.

“What—” he started, confused.

Smart pressed up behind him, hand on Boom’s stomach, holding him in place. “We’re doing it here.”

Boom froze.

“In front of the mirror,” Smart said, voice thick with heat. “You wanted to show off? Then watch.”

Boom’s face turned red instantly.

“W–We’ve never—”

“Exactly,” Smart interrupted, pushing Boom’s shirt up, fingers gliding along flushed skin. “Now’s the perfect time.”

Boom squirmed, eyes darting away from his reflection. “No—no, not like this. It’s embarrassing.”

Smart leaned in, lips brushing his neck. “Good. That’s the point.”

He undid Boom’s pants slowly, letting them fall around his thighs, exposing his trembling legs and already rising heat.

Boom’s breathing hitched.

And Smart—deliberate, steady—kept their eyes on the mirror.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Always so smug. So proud. Now look.”

Boom shook his head, face already burning.

Smart slid a hand down, started stroking him gently, rhythm steady, eyes locked on Boom’s reflection.

Boom’s knees nearly buckled.

“You’re blushing,” Smart murmured, voice thick. “Your nose, your cheeks—you’re glowing. Look how pretty you get when you’re not in control.”

Boom bit his lip, trying not to moan, trying not to look—but Smart’s free hand gripped his jaw and turned it.

“Eyes forward. Don’t look away.”

Boom whimpered, overwhelmed—because seeing himself like this? His smug act stripped away? Hair tousled, lips parted, chest heaving, eyes glassy.

It was too much.

“Smart,” Boom gasped, voice trembling. “Please—I can’t—it’s embarrassing.”

“Now you’re shy?”, Smart growled, “You weren’t shy when you whispered, I’m not wearing underwear on stage.”

Boom’s eyes fluttered closed, but Smart tugged his jaw again.

“Eyes open.”

Tears pooled in the corners of Boom’s eyes. His whole body was shaking now, thighs tense, every little movement visible in the mirror. His cock was hard and leaking, and the more he saw it, the more undone he became.

“I-I’m gonna—” Boom choked.

Smart’s grip didn’t loosen. His strokes got faster.

“Watch yourself.”

Boom’s breath hitched—his whole body clenched—and he came with a strangled cry, legs trembling, cheek pressed to the mirror as his knees gave out.

Smart held him upright the whole time, whispering, “That’s it. That’s how you look when you’re mine.”

Boom whimpered, still panting, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed and wet with tears.

“Am I still cute?” Smart teased, brushing Boom’s hair away from his face in the mirror.

Boom’s voice was wrecked. “Y-You’re so mean.”

Smart kissed the nape of his neck. “No. I’m fair.”

Boom tried to cover his face. “I looked so stupid…”

Smart pulled his hands away gently, wrapping his arms around Boom from behind. “You looked beautiful.”

Boom didn’t say anything—but he leaned back into Smart’s chest, letting him hold all the shaking softness of his post-high crash. He sniffed, muttered something about needing to “reapply concealer before facing humanity,” and Smart just chuckled.

“Take your time,” he said, kissing Boom’s temple. “But next time you call me P’Smart in front of cameras, this is happening again.”

Boom, still flushed and sniffling, muttered, “Worth it.”

Smart laughed.

 

Back to Boom’s place.

The last interview that day was done peacefully. No teasing, no torturing, no getting hard on cameras.

But Smart. Smart could still feel it under his skin, humming like a threat. He could barely breathe anymore it hurt— three days of Boom's relentless teasing had left him strung out, craving, one look away from losing control.

Boom barely had time to kick off his shoes before Smart grabbed him by the waist, pressing him against the wall like he’d been waiting days—because, well, he had.

“Whoa—P’Smart!” Boom laughed breathlessly. “You’re really—”

Smart cut him off with a kiss. Not soft. Not slow. But hungry, like every second of Boom’s teasing had been stockpiled into this moment.

Boom gasped into his mouth. “Someone’s needy.”

Smart didn’t answer. He pulled back just enough to growl, “You’re driving me insane.”

Boom blinked up at him, cheeks flushed. “Me?”

Smart stared him down. “You’ve been teasing me for three days. Acting sweet. Whispering things when no one’s looking. Caressing my arm, thigh, back during interviews, grinding on my dick during photoshoot and then acting like nothing happened.”

Boom tried to bite back a grin, but it bloomed anyway. “You liked it.”

“You know what I liked?” Smart slid a hand up his thigh, slow and possessive. “The way you nearly broke backstage. The way your knees got all wobbly.”

Boom huffed. “Did not.”

Smart raised a brow. “Want me to test that again?”

Boom’s pride kicked in, but so did the blush across his nose. “Try me.”

That was all it took.

Smart swept him off the wall and pushed him onto the bed, lips back on Boom’s neck, working a path down with hot, open-mouthed kisses that left Boom breathless and writhing.

“Still going to act like I don’t affect you?” Smart whispered.

Boom whimpered. “Not my fault you’re obsessed.”

Smart laughed, low and rough. “Oh, baby. You haven’t seen obsessed yet.”

Boom looked at him with wide eyes, feigning innocence—until Smart unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease and Boom let out a shaky exhale.

“Wait, wait—” Boom whined softly. “Be gentle.”

Smart paused. “Now you want gentle?”

Boom blinked, lip jutting out. “I’m delicate.”

Smart leaned in, smirking. “You’re a menace.”

“I’m cute.”

Smart kissed his pout. “You’re mine.”

Boom melted. And the game shifted.

Boom was already shirtless, sprawled beneath Smart, his soft whines and twitching thighs betraying the smugness he wore earlier that day. He arched up just a little when Smart leaned down, brushing his lips against Boom’s collarbone.

“Still want me to be gentle?” Smart whispered, dragging his fingers along Boom’s waist.

Boom nodded, eyes wide. “Mmhm. You said you’d take care of me…”

Smart gave a soft laugh. “That was before you spent three days teasing me like a brat in front of thousands of people.”

“I wasn’t teasing,” Boom said, blinking up innocently, even as his legs shifted to pull Smart in closer.

Smart stared down at him, unimpressed. “P’Boom.”

Boom cupped Smart’s cheek with both hands and whispered, “I was just being cute for the fans.”

Smart’s patience shattered.

He dove back in—hands, mouth, hips—all of him, claiming Boom like the man had been dangling himself just out of reach on purpose. Which he had.

Boom gasped as Smart pinned both wrists above his head with one hand, the other sliding low with agonizing slowness.

“I’m going to ruin you,” Smart breathed against Boom’s neck.

Boom whimpered, high and sweet. “Then do it already…”

That was all the permission Smart needed.

He made Boom forget how to speak—turning those giggles into moans, the smug little smirks into shuddering gasps. Boom writhed beneath him, each roll of Smart’s hips making him arch up, eyes fluttering.

But just when Smart thought he had finally, finally broken him—

Boom laughed.

“You’re really worked up, huh?” he whispered, voice hoarse but full of wicked delight.

Smart glared down at him. “You’re seriously talking right now?”

Boom nodded, breathless. “It’s cute when you try to take control.”

Smart pushed his thighs farther apart, leaning close. “Baby, I’m not trying. I am in control.”

Boom whimpered again—because yes, Smart proved it.

Over and over again.

And yet—

Even while Smart whispered praise into his ear, even as Boom cried out and held onto the sheets for dear life—he kept that smug sparkle in his eye.

He was still teasing.

Still whispering things like, “Is that all you’ve got?” in a fragile voice that cracked mid-sentence because of course, Smart gave it to him like there was no tomorrow.

Boom came undone beneath him, trembling, flushed, teary-eyed—but even then, as Smart held him tight, Boom whispered with a tired smile, “Still obsessed with me, huh?”

Smart kissed the tip of his nose. “Hopelessly.”

Boom grinned, eyes fluttering closed. “Good.”

Boom lay dazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink, body sticky with heat and sweat and praise. Smart had taken his sweet, vengeful time—slow, intense, deep—and still wasn’t letting up.

Boom’s lashes fluttered as Smart leaned over him again.

“Smart…” Boom whispered, voice small.

Smart kissed his temple, then moved lower, dragging his tongue across Boom’s flushed throat before murmuring, “Not done.”

Boom’s fingers curled weakly around the sheets. “W- what? Why—”

“I said I’d ruin you,” Smart cut in, voice dangerously soft, “and baby, that was just the beginning.”

Boom blinked up at him, breath caught in his throat. “You’re crazy.”

Smart smiled. “Three. Days.”

Boom winced playfully. “Okay, maybe I went too far.”

Smart raised a brow. “Maybe?”

Boom reached up, touching Smart’s cheek with trembling fingers. “Mercy?”

Smart kissed him hard. “No.”

He turned Boom over gently, hands splaying along his back. Boom whined into the pillow, thighs shaking.

“Smart—please—!”

“You started this,” Smart whispered, pressing kisses down his spine, “with that smug mouth, those looks in front of the fans, stroking me like I wouldn’t do anything about it.”

Boom whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets. “I was just being cute—!”

“You were being evil,” Smart said, and thrust into him again—deep, sharp, relentless.

Boom cried out, body arching. “I c-can’t—!”

“Yes, you can,” Smart growled, breath hot against his shoulder. “You’re mine. You’ll take everything I give you.”

Boom melted under him, moaning with each movement, trembling as Smart whispered praise into his ear—how good he was, how pretty he looked like this, how smug didn’t suit him when he was crying into the pillow.

Still, Boom wouldn’t beg.

Not yet.

So Smart upped the pace. And Boom broke.

He gasped, eyes fluttering, voice cracking. “P-Please… Smart…”

Smart didn’t let up. “Say it.”

Boom sobbed out a laugh. “Say what?”

“Beg,” Smart hissed. “I want to hear you beg for mercy.”

Boom whined, body trembling under the onslaught. “I c-can’t—”

“You can,” Smart said firmly, kissing the corner of his eye where tears had started to form. “Or I’ll go all night.”

Boom turned his head, eyes glassy. “S-sorry… please…”

Smart stilled. “Louder.”

Boom groaned, voice wrecked. “I’m sorry—I was wrong—I’m sorry—just, please— I think I—I’m gonna cum—”

Smart smirked, “Again?” leaning down to bite on his reddening earlobe. Taunted, voice dark, breath hot against Boom’s ear. “How many times is it already?”

Boom couldn’t answer. Not even an ‘I don’t know’. His words were consumed by his own moan.

Smart trusted into him hard, ruthless, biting at his neck, grabbing his thighs tight. Boom came undone with a choked gasp, squeezing around him so tight

Smart kissed him like he hadn’t just spent the last hour breaking him down, soft and loving, then whispered: “Good boy.”

And finally, he slowed down—but he didn’t stop.

Because, as Smart leaned down and laced their fingers together, he whispered the last blow: “That was for day one.”

Boom sobbed into the pillow, laughing through it. “You’re insane.”

Smart smiled against his skin. “You love it.”

 

 

Boom was limp, boneless, half-asleep, legs still twitching. His skin was flushed pink from his cheeks all the way down to his chest, his lips puffy, body trembling with every tiny aftershock. Smart cradled him gently, one hand stroking down his back, the other tucked under his thigh like he couldn’t bear to let him go.

They’d gone through day one.

Day two.

Day three.

Boom had cried, begged, cursed, and nearly passed out—but he’d finally said it. He’d begged.

And Smart still wasn’t done.

Not because he was angry anymore.

But because Boom looked too damn good like this.

Soft. Open. Clingy.

And Smart was in love. Stupidly in love.

So of course he leaned in again, kissing along Boom’s jaw, dragging his lips to his ear. “You still awake, baby?”

Boom groaned, voice hoarse. “No.”

Smart smiled. “You sure? Your body’s twitching like you’re still hungry for me.”

Boom whined and pressed his face into the pillow. “You’re insane…”

Smart ran his fingers down Boom’s thigh, slowly spreading his legs again. “A little. But look at you—still pretty. Still warm.”

Boom whined, fingers curling weakly. “You’ve already ruined me…”

“I know.” Smart kissed the back of his neck. “But I want to do it again.”

Boom trembled. “You have a problem.”

“You’re my problem,” Smart murmured, positioning himself again. “And I like making you feel good.”

“No—no, wait,” Boom whimpered, but it was too late.

Smart slid in slow—deep. Boom arched, body too sensitive to handle the stretch. “S-Smart—!”

“Shhh,” Smart soothed, rocking into him. “You can take it. I’ll go slow this time. Just wanna feel you again.”

Boom gasped, body already overstimulated, but he couldn’t fight it. His body opened for Smart like it always did, soft and pliant, beautiful even when trembling.

“I love you like this,” Smart whispered. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Boom’s lips parted in a soft cry as Smart moved—gentle, but deep. Not punishing now, not vengeful. Just possessive. Tender. Hungry.

Boom reached back blindly, fingers catching Smart’s wrist. “Y-You said I could sleep—”

Smart kissed his shoulder, voice rough. “I lied.”

He moved inside him again, and Boom keened.

“You’re insane,” Boom gasped, crying softly, his body twitching under every thrust.

“And you’re mine,” Smart whispered back, eyes locked on the way Boom’s back arched to meet him despite everything. “And you’re still so sexy. So fucking sexy, even like this…”

Boom whimpered, legs shaking. “I c-can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Smart said, gripping his waist. “You will.”

Boom sobbed, half-laughing through it. “You’re—s-so crazy—”

Smart kissed him again, dragging him into another deep rhythm, whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you,” between each thrust until Boom went completely limp in his arms, shuddering, wrecked, sobbing into the sheets again.

Smart held him close, still moving, his own breath quickening.

And then—

Boom gasped, lips parting in a soundless moan as Smart brought him to the edge again—dragged him over it, holding him through every wave of it.

He groaned low against Boom’s skin as he finally, finally let go.

They collapsed together, chests heaving.

Boom twitched, blinking weakly, and mumbled: “...what was that one for?”

Smart kissed his temple. “Because I felt like it.”

Boom groaned. “I hate you.”

Smart smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Boom hid his face in the pillow again. “Fine. But if I die, it’s your fault.”

Smart chuckled and pulled him into his chest. “I’ll take responsibility.”

 

Notes:

If you're wondering why this story is not related with the summary and tags, it is:) I'm just adding the sugar first before something else fills the cup hehehehehe

Chapter 4: Three Days of Torture: Part 3

Boom couldn’t move.

His body had given up entirely; limbs heavy, skin flushed, breath slow and unsteady. His legs were jelly. His eyes—swollen, puffy, red-rimmed—blinked half-lazily at the ceiling. He didn’t even flinch when Smart lifted him off the bed, scooping him up effortlessly like a ragdoll.

“I c-can walk,” Boom murmured, voice scratchy, though his arms looped weakly around Smart’s neck.

Smart huffed a laugh, kissing his damp forehead. “Sure, baby. Right after you learn how to stand again.”

Boom made a little sound—half protest, half whimper—and nuzzled into Smart’s neck, too tired to argue further. His legs dangled uselessly as Smart carried him into the bathroom, cradling him gently, carefully, like he was something fragile.

The lights were dim, the bath already running—warm and steaming. Smart had done it earlier, knowing Boom would need it.

Smart sat on the edge of the tub, holding Boom against his chest as he dipped a hand into the water. “Perfect.”

Boom blinked up at him, cheeks still tinged pink. “I’m gonna die.”

“No, you’re not,” Smart said softly, pressing a kiss to Boom’s cheek. “You’re just very, very pretty when you’re ruined.”

Boom let out the tiniest, flustered groan. “Stop saying that…”

Smart chuckled, brushing Boom’s damp bangs away from his forehead. “Why? It’s true.”

He gently lowered Boom into the bath, careful with every movement, holding onto him even as the water touched his skin. Boom flinched slightly, letting out a hiss at the heat, but quickly relaxed into the warmth with a little sigh.

Smart watched him sink into the water, his dark hair sticking to his temples, lashes wet. The tub wasn’t large, but it held Boom perfectly—knees drawn up slightly, arms wrapped around them. He looked so small when he did that. So quiet. So beautiful.

“I’m going to change the bed sheet. Are you okay being left alone?”  Smart asked, brushing Boom’s cheek with the back of his hand.

That made Boom blush, and Smart smiled at the sight—soft, real. “I’m not a baby.” He sighed, sinking until the warmth hugged his shoulders.

Smart crouched beside the tub, reaching in to swirl the water around Boom’s knees. “Not too hot?”

Boom shook his head, eyes fluttering shut, his lips curved in the gentlest smile.

“Good.” Smart leaned in, kissed his wet forehead, and stood. “I’ll go change the sheets before they dry into… art.”

Boom giggled. “We’re not hanging them in a museum, Smart.”

“Well, I would,” Smart teased over his shoulder. “That was a masterpiece.”

Boom groaned, burying his face in his hands as Smart left the bathroom with a spring in his step, still grinning like a fool.

In the bedroom, Smart tugged the sheets off the bed, laughing to himself as he caught sight of the pillow still dented with Boom’s shape. He shook out a fresh set—white and soft and crisp from the dryer—and remade the bed with practiced ease.

He paused, staring at the bed for a second, then reached for the pillow Boom always used and fluffed it gently—laying it down like a quiet promise: You’ll sleep easy tonight. I’ll be beside you.

Back in the bathroom, Boom had sunk deeper, eyes barely open, his fingers tracing little waves across the surface. The scent of lavender had bloomed through the room, and he looked utterly peaceful, like he could drift away if Smart didn’t hold him to the earth.

Smart padded in barefoot, the towel over his shoulder. “Miss me?”

Boom looked up, sleepy-eyed. “Took you long enough.”

Smart climbed in behind him, settling Boom between his legs, pulling him close so Boom’s back rested against his chest. Boom’s head lolled to the side, resting on Smart’s shoulder, eyes fluttering.

“Didn’t want you to catch a cold on damp sheets,” he whispered near Boom’s ear. “All clean now.”

Boom hummed. “You always take care of me like this…”

Smart smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Boom’s head. “You make it easy.”

Smart ran a hand slowly over Boom’s stomach, then up to his chest, just holding him. Not touching for more. Just holding.

Just soft, sweet quiet—the kind you only have when you know you’re safe. When love is still allowed to bloom out in the open, like warm steam in a lavender-scented bathroom.

“I love this side of yours. So pliant, so soft, so pretty,” Smart broke the silence with gentle whisper, nuzzling the shell of Boom’s ear. “Do you even know what you look like when you fall apart like that?”

Boom turned his face, flustered. “D-Don’t talk like that—”

“Eyes glassy,” Smart continued softly. “Cheeks pink. Lips all swollen from kissing me. So wrecked. So perfect under me.”

“Smart—”

“I wish I could frame the sight of you after the second round. The way you couldn’t even talk. Just trembling, begging me to stop but your body was still wanting more.”

Boom covered his face with both hands. “Please, I’m too old for this level of embarrassment.”

“You’re too hot to care,” Smart pulled down Boom’s hands and leaned forward to kiss him softly on the cheek.

Boom turned even redder, trying to sink deeper into the water, groaning softly. “You’re mean…”

Smart smiled. “I’m obsessed.”

He pressed his lips to the back of Boom’s neck. “You were so good. Taking everything I gave you. Letting me love you. And now look at you…”

Boom mumbled something incoherent, but his hand reached down and found Smart’s, threading their fingers together under the warm water.

“I’m gonna fall asleep here,” Boom whispered.

“That’s okay,” Smart said, pulling their joined hands up to kiss his knuckles. “I’ve got you.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, steam rising around them. Boom blinked slowly, body completely lax in Smart’s arms.

Soft. Clingy. Glowing.

Exactly how Smart loved him.

“This is dangerously close to domestic,” Boom murmured.

Smart let out a lazy chuckle, his fingers drawing patterns on Boom’s damp shoulder.

“Good,” Smart said, voice rich with warmth. “I want dangerously domestic.”

Boom snorted, but didn’t move. “You say that now. Wait until you see me yelling at the air fryer because it burned the chicken nuggets again.”

Smart leaned down and kissed the side of his head. “Still dangerously in love.”

Boom groaned. “You’re so sappy.”

“I’m exfoliating and emotionally honest. Let me live.”

Another weak laugh bubbled out of Boom. “I’m going to wrinkle into raisin if we stay in here any longer.”

Smart gave a soft sigh of disappointment but nodded. “Alright. Out you go.”

Boom moved to stand, hissing to the sting of pain on his hips, but Smart tightened his grip.

“Wait.”

Boom turned his head, brow raised. “What?”

“You can’t just get up like that. There’s a protocol,” Smart said, solemnly.

Boom blinked. “A what?”

“Post-bath pampering protocol,” Smart said with mock-seriousness. “You’re the star tonight. I’m the… assistant spa staff.”

Boom stared at him, lips twitching. “Are you okay?”

Smart stood, water cascading down his torso as he reached for the towel he’d left folded nearby.

“Never better.”

Boom rolled his eyes but let Smart help him out of the tub, towel immediately wrapped around his shoulders.

Smart dried him with gentle, thorough care—starting from his hair, to the nape of his neck, to each arm, and all the way down. His fingers were firm but affectionate, like he wasn’t just drying Boom, but memorizing every inch of him.

Boom groaned softly, reluctant to leave the warmth, but trusting Smart completely. He let himself be handled, quiet now, eyes fluttering closed.

“You smell like coconut,” Smart murmured as he patted Boom’s chest dry.

“I smell like you,” Boom replied without thinking.

The words lingered between them. Warm. Intimate.

Smart smiled. “Good.”

When Boom was mostly dry, Smart took a step back and reached for a bottle of lotion.

Boom tilted his head. “Are we doing skincare too?”

Smart grinned. “Top-to-toe, baby. Sit down.”

Boom sighed dramatically but obeyed, plopping himself onto the low ottoman at the foot of the bed. Smart knelt in front of him and squeezed a generous amount of lotion into his palms.

“You really like doing this, huh?” Boom asked, eyes fluttering closed.

Smart chuckled, soft and sweet. “Mhm. You let me.”

“Is this my punishment for mocking your sappiness?”

Smart started with Boom’s legs—strong thighs, tired calves—and rubbed slow, deliberate circles into his skin.

Boom watched him with heavy eyes. There was something unbearably intimate in the way Smart touched him—not to arouse, not to seduce, but to worship. To care. Every move was deliberate, steady.

“No,” he said, “this is me being in love with you and enjoying my part-time job as your devoted manicurist-slash-masseur.”

Boom bit his lower lip, watching Smart’s focused expression.

“Do I get a foot massage too?”

Smart glanced up, smirking. “Do you deserve one?”

Boom narrowed his eyes. “You seriously don't remember I was on my hands and knees all ni—”

Smart laughed. “Alright, alright. Royal treatment it is.”

He lifted one of Boom’s feet and began massaging with exaggerated care, thumbs pressing into the arch, fingers kneading every tense point.

Boom immediately slumped back with a moan. “God. Marry me.”

“Okay.”

Boom sat up, startled. “What—”

Smart raised his eyebrows. “You said it. I’m just being agreeable.”

Boom swatted him with a pillow. “You’re such a troll.”

Smart grinned, grabbing the other foot. “And you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

Once both feet were fully pampered, Smart stood and rubbed lotion into Boom’s arms, his chest, and the curve of his neck. His hands slowed as they reached Boom’s face, fingers brushing just beneath his jaw. Smart just stood there.

“So handsome,” Smart whispered.

Boom’s breath hitched. He looked away, ears pink. “You’re crazy. Stop…”

“I mean it,” Smart insisted. “Every time I look at you, I forget what I was supposed to be thinking about.”

Boom reached up and caught Smart’s wrists gently. “You really are the worst.”

“And yet,” Smart said, leaning down to kiss him, “you keep letting me stay.”

Their kiss was soft. Familiar. The kind you fall into without fanfare.

After a moment, Smart broke it and walked over to Boom’s dresser, pulling out one of his oversized shirts—the soft, washed-out gray one Smart had intentionally “left behind” weeks ago.

He held it up proudly. “Guess what time it is.”

Boom raised an eyebrow. “Cozy-shirt-o’clock?”

“Ding ding.”

He tugged the shirt over Boom’s head, easing his arms through the sleeves like dressing a sleepy child.

Boom looked down at himself. The shirt nearly reached mid-thigh.

“I look like I’m doing the walk of shame.”

Smart took a step back to admire him. “You look like you belong to me.”

Boom’s blush was instantaneous.

“God,” he muttered, “stop saying these things. I’m fragile.”

Smart walked over and scooped him up in a bridal carry without warning.

“Smart!”

“Shhh,” Smart said, gently lowering him onto the bed. “It’s pampering protocol. You mustn’t resist.”

Boom snorted into the pillow, face burning, and let Smart tuck the blanket around him like a burrito.

“You’re out of control.”

“I’m in love,” Smart said simply.

He crawled into bed beside Boom, lying on his side to face him. Their hands found each other instinctively, fingers twining.

The room was dim and warm. The kind of quiet where nothing had to be said to be understood.

“You always this sweet after baths?” Boom murmured, eyelids fluttering.

“Only when I’m bathing with the love of my life,” Smart replied.

Boom groaned and stuffed his face into Smart’s chest. “I take it back. I want a refund.”

“No refunds,” Smart whispered, kissing the crown of his head.

They lay in silence for a while, breathing in sync. The kind of silence that felt sacred.

Smart gently began running his fingers through Boom’s hair.

“You know what I love about you?” Smart began, voice as soft as rain.

Boom peeked up at him with a curious hum.

“I love how I love how you scrunch your nose when you’re annoyed, but try to act composed. I love how you always pretend you’re not ticklish, even though you giggle like a kid when I find the spot.”

Boom blushed faintly. “Smart—”

“I love how you put your hand on your lips when you laugh. Especially then. I love how you blush every time I lean in for a kiss. Even when we’re doing fan-service.”

Boom let out a tired laugh, eyes closing again. “You’re just making things up.”

“No,” Smart whispered, bending down to kiss his cheek. “I love every part of you. Even the ones you think aren’t worth loving.”

Boom’s throat tightened. His hand found Smart’s on the blanket and squeezed.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

Smart kissed his nose. “Thank you for letting me spoil you.”

Boom blinked, surprised at the softness of the statement. “You don’t have to thank me. I like it when you touch me like that.”

Smart smiled. “Even the foot massage?”

Boom rolled closer, pressing his forehead to Smart’s.

“Especially the foot massage,” he whispered. “You love me too well sometimes.”

Smart’s smile faded into something softer, more fragile.

“Not well enough,” he said. “But I’m trying.”

Boom touched his cheek. “You’re doing perfect.”

For a while, they said nothing. Just the sound of two heartbeats tangled in stillness.

Eventually, Smart felt Boom’s breathing deepen, his hand go slack in his grip.

“P’Boom,” Smart whispered, brushing his thumb across Boom’s cheekbone.

“Mm?”

“I’m yours,” Smart said.

Even half-asleep, Boom smiled.

“Good,” he murmured. “Stay mine.”

Smart kissed his hand, then his forehead. “Sleep. I’ll be right here.”

Boom did.

The world felt impossibly far away. In that bedroom, tucked beneath soft sheets, under the gaze of someone who knew every inch of him and loved him anyway—Boom slept like he hadn't in weeks. Fully. Deeply.

And Smart stayed, just as he promised. Watching. Listening to his even breathing. Letting himself believe—for just a little while—that maybe they could live in this kind of peace forever.

Until the phone buzzed.

The sound was jarring in the quiet room. Smart’s eyes darted to the bedside table, where his phone lit up again.

Smart’s manager, Khun Khem.

Notes:

Uh-oh..

Chapter 5: Love Costs

Summary:

“You're entering a phase of your career where your image must remain clean,” she continued. “You’re no longer the up-and-coming actor we’re testing. You're a leading man now. You sell emotions. Desires. Fantasies. Romantic entanglements offscreen only hurt your value.”

Notes:

Smart’s agency: Acadia White Record
Boom’s agency: Starlane Thai

Because I don't want to make it obvious... it feels weird ok lol

Khun Khem.

00:17.

Smart's stomach dropped. His thumb hovered, hesitant, before he swiped to answer.

“P’Khem?”

“Where are you?”

Smart froze. His voice came out quieter than he meant. “I’m at… P’Boom’s place.”

A pause.

“I figured,” Khun Khem replied. “I’m on my way.”

“What?” Smart sat up, careful not to wake Boom. “It’s past midnight.”

“There’s a situation, Smart. They asked for an emergency meeting.”

Smart stood, heart hammering. “Can’t it wait till morning? He’s sleeping—he’s not feeling well today, and I—”

“This is about him,” Khun Khem interrupted.

Smart stopped.

“What?”

There was a sigh on the other end. “One of the reasons we’re calling you in... is because of this.”

The line fell quiet for a beat.

Smart’s chest tightened. “Because of what?”

Khun Khem’s voice was low. “There’s footage. Of you sneaking into his building. Someone sent it to Acadia White Record.”

Smart’s blood ran cold. He turned to look at the bed, at Boom’s peaceful face, blissfully unaware of the storm rising again just beyond the door.

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” Khun Khem said.

Smart couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe.

The call ended.

Smart stood frozen in the middle of the dark room, the phone still in his hand, its screen black now. Silent.

Boom was sleeping so soundly, his chest rising and falling in that familiar, soothing rhythm that Smart had memorized over the months. The same chest he had just rubbed lotion into, the same hair he had just kissed goodnight.

His heart sank with guilt.

Fifteen minutes.

Smart moved quickly but quietly, grabbing his clothes from the edge of the chair where he had draped them earlier. He didn’t want to wake Boom. He couldn’t—not with the look Boom had in his eyes earlier when Smart tucked him in. The trust. The softness. The fragile calm they had built, piece by piece.

Smart gave him one last look before stepping out of the room.

Boom never stirred.

 

 

The city was quiet, but Smart’s insides were not. His fingers tapped against his thigh the whole ride. He didn’t know what he would be walking into. Only that it would be ugly.

By the time he and his manager arrived at Acadia White’s building, the security guard already had his name registered for late-night entry. Smart was buzzed in without a word.

The elevator ride was long. Cold. His reflection in the mirror wall looked tense and pale.

Smart looked at his manager. “How bad is it?”

Khun Khem hesitated.

“That depends on how you handle it.”

He pushed open the door to the conference room.

Inside sat three people: Khun Orn, Acadia White’s head of talent management; Khun Nu, the legal advisor; and P’Yut, Smart’s PR handler. All of them wore the same expression—neutral but heavy. That corporate calm that always made Smart’s skin itch.

“Smart,” Khun Orn said, motioning for him to sit. “Thank you for coming so late.”

Smart nodded and sat slowly.

Khun Orn didn’t wait.

“We’ve received footage,” she said, her voice perfectly level. “You were seen entering Khun Boom’s condominium after today’s agenda. But this is not the first time you’ve been observed doing so.”

Smart’s throat went dry.

“We’ve been made aware of several incidents,” she continued. “Some captured on CCTV from parking garages. Others from fan accounts. And now this—clear, timestamped footage of you entering and not leaving until this late.”

Smart’s jaw clenched, but he kept his face still.

“Care to explain?” she asked.

There was a beat of silence. Then Smart said, with as much calm as he could gather, “We hang out sometimes. As friends.”

Khun Orn tilted her head. “Friends?”

“Yes,” Smart repeated. “Just a casual friendship. We work together. We’ve always been close.”

Khun Nu cleared his throat. “You’re aware of the clause in your contract prohibiting unapproved associations with co-stars outside of professional duties?”

Smart blinked. “You mean I can’t hang out with people I work with?”

“You can,” Khun Orn replied. “But certain patterns… invite assumptions. Assumptions become rumors. Rumors become truths in the eyes of the public.”

Smart kept his hands on his knees to hide their slight trembling.

Khun Orn looked at him a little more sharply now. “We’re giving you your first and only verbal warning tonight.”

Smart’s stomach twisted. “Warning?”

She nodded.

“Let’s be clear, Smart. Any relationship that goes beyond professional collaboration or approved public interaction is strictly prohibited. Especially romantic relationships between actors under our agency—or between our talents and talents from competing agencies.”

Smart felt heat rise to his face. “Competing?”

“Yes.. and no.” Khun Nu said, tapping the table lightly. “Starlane Thai is our rival. That alone makes proximity dangerous. But a romantic involvement? That’s career suicide.”

“I never confirmed—”

Khun Orn raised a hand. “You didn’t have to. You said it was casual, that you ‘hang out.’ Even that is cause for concern.”

Smart pressed his lips together. His jaw locked.

“You're entering a phase of your career where your image must remain clean,” she continued. “You’re no longer the up-and-coming actor we’re testing. You're a leading man now. You sell emotions. Desires. Fantasies. Romantic entanglements offscreen only hurt your value.”

“That’s not true—”

“It is,” P’Yut finally spoke. “You may not feel it yet, but once the audience believes you belong to someone, they stop projecting. That stops the fantasy. That stops the sales.”

Smart’s face drained of color.

Khun Orn leaned forward, voice quiet now, more pointed.

“You want to be successful, don’t you?”

Smart didn’t answer.

“Do you want endorsements? Lead roles? International deals?”

Still no answer.

She folded her hands neatly. “Then understand this: romantic relationships do not help you. They hurt you. Especially ones that are real.”

Smart swallowed hard. He looked down at his lap.

“This is your warning,” she said. “Stay in line. Know the boundaries. If you care about your future, you’ll behave accordingly.”

Khun Khem remained silent through the entire meeting. When Smart finally stood, the weight in his chest was too thick to speak.

The door closed behind him with a soft click, but it echoed louder in his ears than any slam.

 

 

It was nearly 2:30 AM by the time Smart made it back to Boom’s place.

He unlocked the door quietly, stepping inside as if trying not to break the world.

Boom’s lights were still dim. Everything just as he left it.

He tiptoed into the bedroom.

Boom was still there, curled in the exact spot he’d left him in, one hand tucked beneath his cheek. His lips parted slightly, face peaceful.

And for the first time, Smart couldn’t look at him the same way.

Not because he didn’t love him.

But because he knew what loving him would cost.

 

Notes:

dun dun… how was it? is2g smart’s agency sucks lmao

Chapter 6: A Day Like This: Part 1

Notes:

Hi, it's been a while lol. I'm not gonna say much. Enjoy!

The golden morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, casting soft, sleepy shadows across the bed. Boom stirred under the covers, the familiar ache in his muscles a delightful reminder of the night before— slow kisses, tangled limbs, soft pamper.

A lazy smile curved on his lips, eyes still shut as he rolled onto Smart’s side of the bed, reaching out.

Empty.

Boom blinked, groggy. Where’s…?

His brows furrowed, eyes still heavy with sleep as he slowly sat up. He winced a little, muscles aching in that very familiar, satisfying way after the night they’d had. Even after all the massage Smart gave him, he still felt it.

Then came the noise.

CLANG. BANG. “Shit—hot—hot!”

Boom’s eyes snapped open. Oh no.

He jumped off the bed, ignoring the sting on his hips and padded toward the kitchen — and stopped short in the doorway like a stunned kitten.

There stood Smart, barefoot, wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants and an apron that said “Kiss the Chef!” that was obviously too small on him. His hair was a mess — flour dusted across his bangs, egg yolk somehow on his elbow, and a slice of burnt toast dangling limply from a pair of tongs like it had personally offended him and a single sausage was rolling off the counter in slow motion like it was trying to escape this culinary nightmare.

“Nononono—stay!!” Smart hissed, diving to catch it mid-air. He did. But he also managed to elbow the spatula, which then smacked the pan handle, and—

 

CLANG.

 

“…Smart,” Boom croaked, trying not to laugh. “What in the world are you doing?”

Smart froze, eyes wide, like a raccoon caught rifling through the trash.

“P’Boom! You’re awake!” he chirped, clearly panicking. “Uh. Don’t freak out. I’m… making you breakfast! Romantic, right?”

Boom blinked. “Smart. You’re about to set the kitchen on fire.”

Smart turned, defensively waving a spatula with bits of mystery stuck to it. “I was gonna make pancakes and eggs and—look, I watched a video, okay?! I just… didn’t know the stove would be this aggressive.”

Boom burst out laughing. “The stove is aggressive?”

“Yes! It sizzled before I even put anything in. That’s intimidation!”

Boom walked over, trying not to smile too hard, and carefully took the spatula from Smart’s hand before they both ended up in the emergency room. “What is it that I missed? It’s not my birthday, not yours, and obviously not our anniversa—“. He gave the younger man a once-over and snorted. “Is that butter on your cheek?”

Smart reached up, missed, and pouted. “No… I just wanted to pamper you some more…”

“Awwhh baby...” Boom stood on tiptoe, wiped the butter off his cheek, and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I’m so sorry, but we’re gonna die if you keep going.”

Smart sighed, slumping a little. “I just… wanted to do something nice. You always cook. I thought I’d surprise you.”

Boom softened instantly.

He took Smart’s flour-dusted face in both hands, his thumbs gently tracing the embarrassed curve of his smile. “You gave me a bath, put me in your favorite shirt, gave me a massage and even lulled me to sleep. And now you did really surprise me,” he said warmly. “In the most ridiculous, perfect way.”

Smart ducked his head, cheeks burning red. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m saying that because I woke up smelling burnt sausages and disaster.” Boom grinned, stepping back and rolling up his sleeves. “Let’s clean this mess, and then I’ll teach you how to pamper me properly.”

“Does that involve fewer fires?”

Boom gave him a wink. “Depends how hot you wanna get.”

Smart stared.

Boom smirked.

“…You’re impossible,” Smart muttered, cheeks burning.

“And you,” Boom replied, leading him by the hand toward the sink, “are cute when you try.”

 

 

 

Later, the smoke had cleared. The eggs were edible. Pancakes were fluffy. Boom cooked, and Smart stood behind him,, arms wrapped around his waist, resting his chin on Boom’s shoulder like a big sleepy child.

“I still think I could’ve saved those sausages,” Smart muttered.

“They were charcoals, Smart.”

“They had… character.”

Boom turned his head to press a kiss into his temple. “Thank you for trying.”

Smart squeezed him tighter. “Anything for you, P’Boom.”

And just like that, Boom melted.

They ate breakfast curled up on the couch, Boom stealing a slice of pancake from Smart’s plate and Smart pretending to be annoyed just so Boom would giggle.

Later, Boom had his head in Smart’s lap, lying down, and Smart just sat there playing with his hair, looking down at him like he hung the stars.

“You okay? You seem to have a lot on your mind.” Boom asked, blinking up at him now.

Smart smiled. He had perfected it by now—this particular version, calm and real enough to pass. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m just… tired. Didn’t sleep much.”

Boom hummed sympathetically, tracing lazy circles on Smart’s thigh. “Want me to make tea?”

“I’ll do it.” Smart gave him a weak smile, still rubbing the older man’s hair. He really smelled like me now. Smart thought.

Boom gave him a squinting look. “That’s a little suspicious.”

Smart kissed his forehead to distract him. “I just want to spoil you some more. That okay?”

Boom softened. “Okay,” he said, almost shy.

Smart helped Boom to sit up so that he could slip out of the couch. His hands felt strange—too light, like they were floating without him. His legs moved automatically toward the kitchen, but his mind was still stuck in that room at Acadia White. Every word, every controlled expression, every sharp implication was still burned into the back of his skull.

"Any kind of relationship beyond professional boundaries is prohibited."

"You sell desire. That stops when you belong to someone."

"This is your first and only warning."

He gripped the mug a little too tight. It clinked against the counter before he could steady it.

“Smart?”

Boom had padded into the kitchen, still barefoot and soft around the edges. His t-shirt hung off one shoulder.

“Tea smells nice,” Boom said, leaning against the counter. “You okay?”

“Of course,” Smart replied, handing him a cup and forcing a smile.

Boom nodded, sipping. “Something happened, right?”

Smart froze for just a second. “Yeah. Manager called. Just… a quick check-in.”

Boom gave a little sigh, eyes narrowing faintly.

Smart busied himself cleaning the countertop.

“It wasn’t about… this, was it?” Boom asked quietly.

Smart’s hand faltered. But only for a heartbeat.

“No,” he said. “Nothing serious.”

It was the lie that hurt most. The way it slipped out of him so easily. So gently. Like he was protecting Boom. Like that made it noble.

Boom didn’t push.

Instead, he walked around the counter and leaned into Smart’s back, pressing his cheek between Smart’s shoulder blades. “You don’t have to hide things from me, you know.”

Smart swallowed hard.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he whispered.

Another lie.

Boom didn’t respond. He just held him for a while.

And Smart let him.

Because in that moment, pretending was the only thing he could do.

 

 

 

It was early evening when the rain started.

Soft drops tapped gently against the windows, blurring the city skyline outside. Inside, their kitchen glowed with warm light, the soft hum of a lo-fi playlist playing from Smart’s phone on the counter.

Boom stood barefoot by the stove, stirring something in the pan. He was wearing his apron—Kiss The Chef!. It cinched at the waist and puffed slightly at the hips, and Smart couldn’t stop staring.

“You’re starring again,” Boom said without turning around.

“I always stare when you’re pretty.”

Boom’s ears instantly turned pink. “I’m cooking.”

“I’m appreciating.”

Smart came up behind him, wrapping his arms loosely around Boom’s waist, chin resting on his shoulder.

“It smells good,” Smart murmured, nose brushing Boom’s neck.

Boom tried to act unbothered, but his grip on the spatula tightened a little. “It’s just fried rice.”

“But you made it.”

Boom turned his head a little, just enough for Smart to see the shy smile he was trying to hide.

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re adorable.”

Boom gave a tiny scoff, but didn’t move away. “You’re distracting me. Go set the table.”

“I will... after one thing.”

Smart slid his hand up Boom’s arm, soft and slow, until his fingers brushed under his jaw, turning Boom’s face toward him.

Their lips met in a kiss—gentle, unhurried, the kind that doesn’t need urgency to feel full. Boom’s eyes fluttered shut. The grip on the spatula weakened in his hand.

Smart kissed him again, slower this time, like he was tasting every second of it.

When they pulled apart, Boom’s cheeks were flushed a soft pink, his lashes fluttering open, lips parted.

“You always do this,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Kiss me like that when I’m trying to cook.”

Smart grinned. “Your apron says so. I just followed the instruction.”

Boom rolled his eyes and turned back to the stove. “Then your fried rice is getting burnt, lover boy.”

Smart kissed the back of his neck before finally pulling away. “Worth it.”

Boom shook his head, smiling to himself, face still warm. “Table. Now.”

Smart obeyed, but not without stealing another glance over his shoulder.

He thought it then—how lucky he was. To have someone who looked this pretty while blushing, who let him kiss him in the kitchen, who still got shy no matter how many times he was told he was beautiful.

Then Smart’s chest tightened.

How am I supposed to do this?

How am I supposed to go through each day pretending?

Pretending this doesn’t mean the world to me. Pretending he’s just a co-star. Pretending I’m not already ruined by how deeply I love him.

He swallowed hard.

Once it becomes real, the fantasy is done. Your calls are closed.

You won’t get more experiences.

He remembered the cold, careful voices in that room at Acadia White. The way they said it like a business deal, like he was a product. Like Boom was just a pairing.

Not a person.

Not someone Smart woke up beside— someone who got cranky all day when he forgot to drink his caffeine, used strawberry toothpaste because he loved how it tasted and hummed softly in the shower.

They didn’t know.

They’d never know how Boom clung to him in his sleep. Or how he always mumbled “don’t go” when Smart tried to slip away quietly in the mornings. Or how Boom cried watching cartoon dogs reunite with their owners.

How do I do this without being a mess?

How do I protect him and still love him like this?

How do I live in a world that says he’s a risk I shouldn’t take?

He needed to remember that for the sake of it. He had to lie. He needed to keep it only for the two of them. Even though he wanted to hold his hand on the streets, telling all the living things in this world that Boom belonged to him.

But there were eyes watching.

Them, who had control of everything he did.

He obeyed.

He did so because he was afraid of losing everything.

“Even if I have to lie to the world. I’ll protect you.” He whispered to himself.

Dinner that night wasn’t anything fancy. Just fried rice, a couple of jokes, and two people eating barefoot in their kitchen with the rain and quite lo-fi as background music.

But for Smart, it was perfect.

 

 

 

After dinner, the rain had tamed a little. The whole condo felt warm and cozy, like a little world of just the two of them.

Smart was sprawled on the couch, his long legs stretched out across the cushions, phone resting in one hand, scrolling lazily through something he wasn’t really paying attention to.

Boom was next to him—technically. Sitting with one knee bent, one leg folded under him, eyes not on his phone or the TV, but fixed on Smart.

Just watching him.

Smart sensed it and glanced at him. “What?”

Boom didn’t answer right away. His lips curled into a soft smile. “You’re so handsome.”

Smart blinked. “What?”

Boom shrugged, grinning. “I was just thinking. You’re really handsome.”

Smart chuckled, putting his phone down. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not!” Boom insisted, crawling a little closer. “You really are. Look at your face. Look at those lips. That jawline. Your eyes.”

Smart turned a bit pink. “Okay, okay,” he giggled like a schoolboy. “Why are you suddenly flirting?”

Boom grinned wider and climbed right onto Smart’s lap, straddling him without warning. “Maybe I just really wanna kiss you.”

Smart raised an eyebrow, but his hands already found Boom’s waist. “This what you call post-dinner cardio?”

Boom laughed, already leaning in. “Shut up.”

And then they were kissing.

Soft at first. Familiar. Lips brushing, breath mingling. Boom’s hands cupped Smart’s cheeks, and Smart’s fingers gripped the back of Boom’s shirt, pulling him closer.

“You’re so cute,” Smart whispered against Boom’s lips. “So soft.”

Boom let out a soft noise, pressing their foreheads together. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” Smart murmured, kissing his nose, then his cheek, then his lips again. “My beautiful boy.”

Boom’s breath hitched.

Smart kissed him again, deeper, heavier. Boom melted, pressing closer, hips shifting without thinking. Smart’s hands slid under the back of Boom’s shirt, fingers caressing his warm skin.

Boom pulled back just a little, his cheeks flushed, lips pink. “You’re dangerous,” he whispered.

“You started it.” Smart murmurs, but his voice was falling lower, rougher.

Boom’s fingers clutched the fabric of Smart’s shirt, tugging it upward as their mouths stayed locked in that endless, open-mouthed kiss. Smart groaned, his hands running along Boom’s thighs, gripping tightly like he needs to anchor himself.

Boom’s hips rolled, and Smart let out a quiet groan, fingers tightening at Boom’s waist.

“Can you feel it? How hard I already am?” He whispered against Boom’s lips, low and ragged.

“Smart—” Boom gasped as Smart nipped lightly at the sensitive spot under his ear.

Smart’s hands slid beneath Boom’s shirt, fingers tracing the curve of his back, pressing them even closer. Boom arched into him, letting out a shaky breath as Smart’s touch turned bold, exploring like he was memorizing every inch.

That time the kiss was harder—deeper. Boom ground down against him with a sharp gasp, feeling just how much Smart wanted him, how thick the tension between them had become. Boom broke the kiss to tear Smart’s shirt off with one fluid motion.

“Woah, P’ Boom,” Smart laughed weakly, breathlessly. “Be patient, baby.”

Boom’s laugh was shaky, his breath hitching when Smart leaned in to kiss a trail along his jawline. “You’re so cocky when you’re turned on.”

Smart hummed, tongue flicking over Boom’s skin. “Only because I know you like it.”

Their mouths collided, rough and full of heat. They rolled together, bodies pressing, sliding, chasing friction like it was oxygen.

Boom moaned into his mouth, fingers clawing at Smart’s hair as the kiss turned frantic, messy, needy.

And then—

Rrrrrrnnngggg.

Boom’s phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table.

They both froze.

Boom turned to glance at the screen. Smart grabbed his chin between his thumb and index finger. “Ignore it.”

“But—”

Smart silences him with a deep, lingering kiss, groaning softly into it. Boom gasped, caught off guard but not resisting. Smart’s hands were everywhere—his back, his waist, the sides of his thighs, his butt— gave it a few squeezes.

Boom was already melting again when—

Rrrrrrnnngggg.

Boom groaned dramatically and reached for the phone. “What if it’s important?”

Smart held him tighter. “More important than this?!”

Boom wiggled to grab his phone from the coffee table. He squinted at the screen.  “It’s Mark.”

Smart frowned. “Your friend Mark?”

Boom answered. “Hello?”

Smart dropped his head back on the couch, sighing loudly like a man personally betrayed.

Boom giggled while on the phone. “What? Now?! It’s raining!”

(Pause.)

“Wait—near my condo?!”

(Pause.)

“Oh my god I wanna come!”

Smart sat up. “Excuse me??”

Boom hung up, turning to Smart with puppy eyes. “Baby…”

Smart narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that when I’m half-naked and throbbing.”

Boom leaned down, still straddling him, hands on Smart’s chest. “They’re just playing a few games. Ten minutes away. They said I can join in. Can I go? Pleaseee?”

Smart blinked. “Join in. While I sit here. With a boner.” He pointed to his very obvious problem.

Boom looked. Then bit his lip. Then giggled.

“You think this is funny?!”

“I mean…” Boom covered his mouth, cheeks turning red. “It’s a little funny.”

Smart sighed, dramatic. “I was this close to heaven.”

Boom leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

Smart groaned. “P’Boom, your hips were moving. You were literally grinding on me like some kind of a kitty in heat. And now you want to go hit a ball with a racket?”

“Shuttlecock,” Boom corrected.

“P’Boom.”

Boom smiled sweetly. “I love badminton.”

Smart stared at him. “Do you love badminton more than you love me?”

Boom looked fake-offended. “That’s not fair.”

Smart grabbed his hips, voice low and hoarse. “Then finish what you started first.”

“Baby, if I do that, you won’t let me leave. We never stop after just a little. You get greedy. Always.”

Smart’s eyes narrowed. “So now I’m the problem?”

Boom leaned down until their noses almost touched. “You are the entire situation.”

Smart pulled him closer, gritted his teeth. He sounded so frustrated he might die then and there. “Just— five minutes. Touch me. Let me come. I’m begging.”

Boom gave him a pitying look. “You know that won’t be enough. Five minutes turns into me being shirtless, gasping, legs in the air, and you losing track of time.”

Smart groaned into his hands. “I hate that you're right.”

Boom tilted his head. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear. But if I stay, I’ll be the one panting and crying by game point. And not because of badminton.”

Smart dropped his head onto the couch, defeated. “You’re abandoning me. For a shuttlecock.”

Boom kissed his cheek. “It’s cardio.”

Smart pouted. “So is this.”

Boom clasped his hands together like he was praying. “Pleaseee baby. I’ll make it up to you. Double next time. You can do anything you like to me.”

Smart closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. “Anything?”

Boom nodded innocently. Eyes sparkling, full of hopes.

Smart opened one eye. “Fine.”

Boom squealed and kissed his cheek three times in a row. “You’re the best!! I’ll make it so worth it.”

“You better,” Smart said, still trying to sound annoyed, though his voice betrayed him. “You’re gonna leave me like this, alone, throbbing.”

Boom giggled. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“You are the problem.”

Boom winked and stood. “And the solution. Later.”

Smart immediately reached for a pillow to very obviously cover himself.

Boom turned, catching it. “Aww… look at you.”

Smart glared. “P’Boom.”

Boom giggled. “Do you want me to kiss it goodbye?”

“Get out.”

Boom laughed so hard he almost tripped putting on his shoes.

Smart threw a cushion at him.

Boom ran to the door, slipping into his jacket. “I’ll only be an hour!”

“Every minute you’re gone is a personal betrayal.”

Boom turned, giggling. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Boom winked and blew him a kiss. “Save your energy. I’ll need it later.”

The door shut with a soft click, and Smart was left alone, under a blanket, frustrated out of his mind—with only his feelings and very obvious situation for company.

He sighed again, loudly.

Looked at the door.

Then at the pillow.

Then sighed once more.

“Cardio. He said cardio.”

The rain tapped on the window like it was laughing at him, too.

 

 

 

Smart was lying on the couch, still.

Same spot, different pain— didn’t even... touch himself because someone promised to finish what he started. It had been two hours since he was left in this discomfort. The cologne he put on to light up the mood had worn out. The queued-up playlist Boom always kissed him to was already on loop a bunch of times— he had lost count of it.

He also put the grey joggers on, the ones that Boom liked, that hung low on his hips.

All for nothing.

The clock read 10:48 PM.

Smart sighed, glancing at the door like a lovesick puppy.

Then—click.

The door swung open.

And Boom appeared.

Flushed cheeks. Messy hair. Sweat clinging to the edge of his neck. Boom’s drenched hoodie hit the floor with a wet plop. His t-shirt underneath clung to every line of his body, soaked and transparent, leaving little to the imagination.

Smart sat up, heart doing an embarrassing little somersault. He’s so damn sexy.

Boom saw him and grinned. “Hi, baby.”

Smart said, tried to act cool. “How was badminton?”

Boom kicked off his sneakers, still breathless. “Amazing! I beat everyone. Still got it!”

“You left me with a hard-on to go win a game.”

“But I came back.” The older answered, didn’t even pay attention to what Smart was saying.

Smart watched as Boom walked past him to throw his wet jacket to the laundry basket, not even a hint of acknowledgment about what they’d started earlier. Not a kiss. Not a glance at the joggers.

“I was waiting,” Smart said, not bothering to hide his sulk.

Boom turned mid-step, his face glowing from post-game excitement. “For what?”

Smart blinked. “For what?”

Boom blinked back, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh. That.”

“Yes. That.”

Boom put on his best fake-sympathy face. “Aww... you poor thing.”

Smart folded his arms, walking towards Boom. “You attacked me on the couch, moved your hips on me, and then disappeared to go whack a shuttlecock.”

Boom burst into laughter, breathless— stepping away from Smart to grab a glass of water. “You make it sounds wrong.”

Smart’s gaze raked over him like he was a feast. He took a slow step forward, backing Boom toward the kitchen island.

“Smart what are you doing? I’m wet,” Boom murmured, breath catching as Smart’s hands slid under the wet fabric, roaming with greedy purpose. His drink was forgotten.

Smart leaned in, voice low and strained, “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

Boom giggled. “Two hours?”

“Two agonizing hours,” Smart growled, pressing Boom flat against the kitchen counter. “I could’ve exploded thinking about how you left me like that.”

“I said I’d come back—” Boom yelped as Smart kissed down his neck, tongue tasting every raindrop.

“You did,” Smart murmured darkly. “And you ignored me.”

Boom gasped as Smart grabbed his hand, slowly guiding it down.

Right onto his hard length.

Boom’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god…”

“Feel that?” Smart whispered against his cheek. “That’s what you did. That’s how ready I am. I could take you right now and not stop until sunrise.”

Boom’s fingers twitched, but then he winced.

“Smart,” he said, twisting a little, “I’m sticky. I smell like rain and sweat. You really want to do this while I’m basically soggy?”

Smart growled, grinding against him. “Yes.”

Boom bit his lip. “You’re insane. What if I catch a cold?”

Smart’s voice dropped, rich and dangerous. “Then I’ll fuck the fever out of you.”

Boom made a squeaky sound in the back of his throat.

Smart leaned in, tongue flicking over Boom’s jawline, tasting the rain on his skin. “You look real cute when you’re drenched and guilty.”

Boom let out a shaky breath. “Can I take a quick shower first—?”

“No.”

Boom blinked. “Not even five minutes?”

“Do you know what it feels like to stay this turned on for hours? Sitting here, thinking about your moans, your hips, your cute little giggle.”

Smart kissed him again, hard and messy, grabbing at his hips like he was going to devour him. Boom let out a soft whimper—then suddenly shoved him back with just enough force to break the moment.

“NOPE.”

“What—?!”

Boom hopped off the counter with a loud squeak. “I’m not letting you touch me like this!! I need a shower—!”

Smart’s hands reached for him, wild-eyed. “P’Boom—”

But Boom was already dashing toward the bedroom, wet socks squeaking on the floor.

Smart chased, half-laughing, half-feral. “Don’t you DARE—!”

Boom slipped into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it with a click.

Smart slammed into it a second too late. “P’Boom!”

Boom shouted from inside, “I’m gonna shower! I smell gross!”

“I’m literally DYING out here!,” Smart yelled back, knocking on the bedroom door dramatically.

Boom’s giggles echoed through the door. “You’ll live! Horny, but alive!”

Smart let out the most tortured groan of his life, pressing his forehead to the door.

“You’re gonna pay for this,” he muttered.

Smart sighed, hard. Turned around. Stared at the ceiling like it had answers.

Then looked down at himself. Still painfully hard. Still completely betrayed.

Again.

“Why is this my life?”

From inside the bathroom came a sing-song voice:
“Love you, baby!”

Smart picked up a throw pillow and screamed into it.

Then he heard the shower turn on.

 

 

One hour later.

Boom walked out in a loose t-shirt and shorts, his hair still damp, face pink from the heat of the water. He looked glowy. Innocent. Too innocent.

Smart looked at him from the couch, arms crossed.

Boom gave a small smile. “You’re still sulking?”

“I’m blue-balled, P’Boom.”

Boom clutched his chest in fake shock. “Language!”

“You don’t get to play innocent now.”

Boom giggled, sauntering over. He leaned down and kissed Smart on the forehead. “Next time.”

Smart grabbed his wrist. “You promised, P’Boom.”

“I’m tired.” Boom pouted.

Smart tugged him closer. “You’re not tired.”

Boom blinked. “I’m literally dying. I burned 800 calories.”

“You just used all that energy to ignore me on purpose.”

Boom grinned and straddled his lap again, hands resting lightly on Smart’s chest. “Do you miss me?”

Smart narrowed his eyes. “You know I do.”

Boom leaned in close. “Are you gonna whine if I say I’m sleepy?”

Smart didn’t answer.

Boom kissed him softly. Then pulled back. “I’m sleepy.”

Smart groaned.

Boom giggled and slid off his lap, grabbing a pillow from the couch and cuddling it against his chest. “Goodnight, my love.”

“P’Boom.”

“Hm?”

Smart stood up, towering over him now, jaw clenched. “This is evil.”

Boom batted his lashes. “But I’m tired.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You love me.”

Smart stared at him, speechless. And yes. Yes, he did. Unfortunately, very much.

Boom walked toward the bedroom, hips swaying, deliberately teasing.

“Don’t you dare,” Smart warned.

Boom turned just before the door, winked, and said, “See you in the morning, lover boy.” Took a glance on Smart’s ‘problem’ in his jogger, “You too, little bo— oh.. big boy.” Then winked at it.

Click. Door closed.

Smart stared at the now-empty hallway, frozen in silent rage.

“I’m gonna explode,” he muttered. “I’m going to die. This is the end.”

He dragged himself back to the couch, pulling a blanket over himself like a man defeated by life. His phone buzzed.

Boom: Love you the most.
Boom: Sweet dreams, my pouty bf.
Boom: PS: You looked so hot in those joggers. I noticed. I just wanted to watch you suffer a little cuz it’s always fun to watch you desperate. It’s sexy ;)

Smart stared at the screen, jaw slack.

Then he texted back.

Smart: You’re getting ruined tomorrow.

Boom: Can’t wait.

Smart threw the phone on the coffee table and face-planted into the pillow.

 

Notes:

How's everyone? :D

Chapter 7: A Day Like This: Part 2

Summary:

In this chaotic (and mildly traumatic) flashback, Smart found himself at the mercy of Boom’s playful cruelty for the very first time. What started as a sweet, post-dinner scroll through TikTok at Smart’s condo turns dangerously flirtatious when Boom decided he was craving dessert— and not the edible kind. Just when things heated up and Smart thought he was about to get lucky, Boom pulled the ultimate betrayal: stopping everything, declaring it was not his cheat day, and leaving Smart very much... hanging. Midnight stroked, the teasing ended, and Smart was left alone, frustrated, and betrayed by both love and the universe—with only a pillow for comfort and the echo of Boom’s giggles in his ears.

or

Boom came for cuddles, stayed for chaos, and left Smart with blue balls and a broken heart (mostly the first one).

Notes:

Hiiiii!! So… I finally updated this neglected little SmartBoom universe of mine lol. So sorry for the slow updates—there’s just been a lot going on lately😅

Instead of working on the next chapter of Beautiful War, I somehow ended up writing another short fics instead. Classic me 😭 But even if updates are slow, I promise I’ll finish this story—until SmartBoom get their happy ending (at least in my universe 🥲)

Anywayyy, enjoy this chapter! Think of it as a little commercial break 😜

They’d only been dating for about five months.

Not publicly, of course. Not even their closest friends knew. Just stolen glances between takes, shared snacks behind trailers, a pinky brushing against another under the table, secret meetups at each other’s apartments. And a whole lot of tension.

It was Friday night after a long shoot of scenes. Boom invited himself to Smart’s condo to have dinner together.  

Dinner had been warm and lazy. They sat shoulder to shoulder on Smart’s bed, backs leaned against his bedroom wall, legs tangled, a shared blanket over their laps. Cartons from their favorite takeout spot sat forgotten on the computer desk, and Boom’s head was resting on Smart’s shoulder as they scrolled through TikTok, laughing softly at stupid videos.

Smart was relaxed, thumb moving lazily on the screen, occasionally showing Boom a meme or a dance clip. Boom, for once, was quiet— almost suspiciously so. That was Smart’s first clue.

Then Boom’s hand shifted. At first, it was casual— fingertips brushing lightly over Smart’s abs, just above the waistband of his joggers. “Forgot something,” Boom said, his voice low, a velvet edge to it that sent a shiver down Smart’s spine. “I haven’t had my dessert yet.”

Smart’s heart gave a hard thud. He tried to play it cool, leaning back slightly, one eyebrow arched. “I thought you were on a diet. No sweets for a while?” he said, his voice steady despite the sudden warmth creeping up his neck.

Boom looked up at him with the most innocent, wide-eyed expression— pure mischief hidden behind pouty lips. His hand didn’t retreat. Instead, it slid lower, achingly slow, fingers tracing the faint outline of Smart’s hipbone before dipping further. Smart’s breath hitched as Boom’s palm settled over his bulge, the pressure light but unmistakable. The room seemed to shrink, the TikTok audio fading to a distant hum as every nerve in Smart’s body zeroed in on that point of contact.

Boom’s fingers moved, a slow, deliberate rub, then a gentle squeeze—just enough to make Smart’s grip on the mattress tighten. His sweats suddenly felt tight, his pulse hammering in his ears. Boom’s touch was confident, unhurried, and when Smart glanced at him, Boom’s expression hadn’t changed: still that innocent, almost angelic look, but his eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide with something hungry.

“P’Boom, what—” Smart started, his voice rougher than he intended, caught somewhere between a question and a plea. His body betrayed him, leaning slightly into the touch, anticipation coiling like a spring in his gut. The air felt thick, charged, like the moment before lightning strikes.

“Diet’s flexible,” Boom murmured, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle that made Smart’s jaw clench. Smart’s grip tightened on his phone, the TikTok audio looping faintly in the background, some overplayed pop song he couldn’t name. He shifted, hips tilting instinctively, his body already saying yes to whatever Boom was offering.

“P’Boom—” he exhaled, sharp and shaky.

Boom didn’t stop. His palm rested over the growing bulge in Smart’s pants, warm and bold. He rubbed once and Smart sucked in a breath, hips shifting instinctively.

Boom tilted his head, watching Smart’s face, clearly entertained by the effect.

Smart’s voice came out low. “You’re gonna start something like this now?”

“I just wanted a little taste,” Boom purred, rubbing again, softer this time—enough to make Smart’s stomach tighten and a soft, involuntary groan escape his throat.

Smart’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. He was already hard, already half-gone, thoughts spiraling toward what was clearly about to happen.

Or so he thought.

Because suddenly, Boom pulled his hand away.

Smart’s eyes snapped open. “Wait—”

Boom sat up, stretching his arms like a cat, completely unfazed. “But then I remembered…” he said sweetly, “it’s not my cheat day.”

Smart blinked, still dazed. “You’re joking.”

Boom leaned down, pecked him on the lips with an infuriatingly soft kiss. “Nope.”

“P’Boom—”

“I should head home,” Boom added, already standing. He grabbed his phone and bag, walking toward the door like nothing happened. “It’s already past midnight.”

Smart stayed frozen on his bed, heart still pounding, painfully hard, completely wrecked.

“P’Boom,” he called again, voice lower now—half warning, half begging.

Boom turned his head, eyes wide and sparkly. He paused for a second— standing by the door. “Wanna kiss me?” He finally asked.

Smart looked at him, flushed, desperate. “Yeah.”

Boom dropped his bag on the floor, walked towards where Smart was left then he kissed him. Just once. Soft. Then again. And again. And again, until Smart’s head was pressed against the wall, Boom climbed on his lap.

Smart let out a soft groan, hand slipping to Boom’s waist. “P’Boom…”

Boom pulled back, breathless. “Mm?”

Smart’s voice dropped. “Please—”

Boom blinked. “What?”

Smart pulled Boom by the neck to collide their mouths together again. Their kisses grew messier, breathless. Smart’s hands roamed—under Boom’s shirt, down his spine, gripping at his waist. Boom rocked against him lazily, and Smart felt himself harden almost painfully fast.

Smart pulled him closer, letting their hips press together—and Boom gasped, shivering at the contact.

“God, you feel—” Smart didn’t finish. His mouth found Boom’s neck, biting gently. Boom moaned softly, grinding once—

And then pulled back.

Just like that.

Then—he hopped off Smart’s lap.

“We have to wake up early tomorrow, remember? Another shoots. Like, 9 a.m?”

Smart stared at him, jaw clenched, still painfully hard, heart racing. “You’re joking.”

Boom looked over, feigning innocence. “Why would I joke?”

Smart sat there in stunned silence, still breathless, still burning.

Boom smiled sweetly and patted his head. “You’ll live, Smart. A cold shower is all you need.”

Smart ran a hand down his face, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I swear to God—”

Boom was already at the door, carrying his bag. He opened the door, gesturing with mock politeness. “Night-night, Smart. Thanks for dinner~”

Smart stared at him in disbelief. “You’re really leaving me like this?”

Boom winked. “Cold shower.” And he was gone.

The door shut with a soft click.

Smart sat there for a full minute, hands on his face, jaw tense, blood still rushing in all the wrong places.

“…I hate you,” he muttered to the empty room.

His phone buzzed.

Boom: I like kissing you. Just wanted to see how patient you really are.
Boom: You did well, baby.
Boom: PS: Your face when I walked away? So cute.

Smart stared at the screen and groaned, loudly.

 

 

 

 

Back to Present Day

Smart laid on the couch, face buried in a cushion. “He’s always done this to me.”

Another buzz.

Boom: Still thinking about that first time I left you hanging?
Boom: I’m such a monster.
Boom: Want cuddles?

Smart grumbled, typing back:

Smart: I want revenge.

Boom: I’ll allow it. Just not tonight. Goodnight, baby.

Smart turned off the lamp and stared into the ceiling, betrayed and in love. Again.

Notes:

Hi guys, how was that? Did you like it? Yeah… I know. It’s terrible hahaha. I’m sorry. I just needed to come to terms with the reality.

The reality that MAYBE Smart and Boom won’t be able to be together again. Sad. I know.

Even now, I’m still sad about this separation. It’s been a month, hasn’t it? Yeah… It’s been a whole month of crying every single day. But I’m trying my best to accept everything and support Smart and Boom individually. Maybe that’s what’s best for them now. Let them shine as themselves. Not everything needs to be about couple branding, right? T___T

When I miss SmartBoom, I just open TikTok and rewatch all those beautiful moments of theirs. I write down the stories in my head just to ease the longing. There are times I want to rant on X (Twitter), but I know it’ll only stir up more drama and I really don’t want that. I’m just keeping it low-key now.

For now, this site is my safe zone. Here is my safe space for me to express all my love for SmartBoom.

Anyway, don’t forget to stay happy, my fellow Betus, Syra, and Auralis. Brighter days are coming, and I still have that little piece of hope in my heart. It may be small, but it’s still there.

Chapter 8: When in Tokyo: Part 1

Summary:

“You think I came to Tokyo not ready to make love to you?”

Notes:

Sooo… here’s a 6,000-word chapter as my little apology gift for being MIA and almost gave up on SmartBoom 🥺 IT'S SMUT. PURE, RAW SMUT. It’s an intimate slice of SmartBoom right after their fan meeting in Tokyo. Hope you enjoy this fiction Japanese air~ IT'S THE JAPANESE AIR THAT MADE THEM LIKE THIS. JAPANESE AIR BLISS. THANK YOU JAPAN.

WARNING: SMUT

The cast of Beautiful War was having a lot of fun. There was laughter, teasing, and many more feelings that one alone could not express with words.

The sky slowly shifted from lavender to indigo. Lanterns came on and glowed softly around familiar faces. But even the warmest moments have to end sometime. The fan-meeting wrapped up with smiles, waves, and one last group photo. Security guided the cast offstage, still buzzing with adrenaline and gratitude. As the first stars appeared above, the cast, crew, and team started saying their goodbyes. Backstage chatter slowly faded as everyone split off, climbing into waiting vans. By the time they reached the hotel, exhaustion had begun to settle in, and one by one, they disappeared into their rooms, the high of the night giving way to quiet solitude.

Tokyo lights shimmered outside the hotel window, casting a soft glow across the skyline. Smart stood in his hotel room, fresh from a shower, hair still damp, staring at the message glowing on his phone screen.

 

Boom:

“Are you still awake?”

 

Of course he was.

They’d smiled through press interviews, signed posters, shared looks they couldn’t explain to anyone else. But now that the cameras were off and the fans had gone home, all Smart could think about was him.

He typed back quickly.

 

Smart:

“I’m coming over.”

 

No emoji. No hesitation.

Boom replied almost instantly.

 

Boom:

“The door’s unlocked.”

 

Smart didn’t even bother with shoes. Just a hoodie thrown over his tank top, soft gray sweatpants, and quiet steps down the hall. He made sure to switch off his phone just in case some assholes tried to ruin his night.

His heart pounded, but it wasn’t nervous— it was longing… and hungry. This was gonna be his first time sneaking into a hotel room that wasn’t his.

The first time he had to secretly sneak into Boom’s room— because his agency told the organizers to separate them, with the excuse that “just in case there’s a sudden meeting, we won’t disturb anyone.”

Yeah, right. Total bullshit.

He slipped into Boom’s room silently, closed the door behind him. The lights were off— just the bedside lamp casting a warm glow. Boom sat on the bed, legs crossed, wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else.

Smart’s breath caught.

Boom looked up, eyes soft. “You’re fast.”

“I missed you.”

Boom giggled. “You saw me all day.”

Smart walked to him slowly. “Not like this.”

Boom’s smile was small, but his cheeks were already pink. “You’re so dramatic.”

Smart reached out, brushed his fingers along Boom’s cheek. “You’re so pretty.”

Boom looked away quickly, like he always did when Smart praised him, but his lips curved upward and his shoulders twitched like he was holding in a smile.

“Stop it.”

“No.”

Smart leaned down and kissed him— soft and slow, just lips on lips. Boom sighed into the kiss, fingers curling into Smart’s hoodie. When Smart licked gently into his mouth, Boom let him, tilting his head and pressing closer.

“I thought we’d just cuddle,” Boom whispered when they broke apart.

Smart smirked. “Liar.”

Boom didn’t argue— because he had been waiting for it. Waiting for Smart.

Smart pushed him gently back onto the bed, climbed over him with slow, careful movements, one hand bracing beside Boom’s head.

Boom’s thighs opened naturally for him.

Smart leaned down, kissed his neck. “I know you’ve been thinking about this since the flight.”

Boom whined, soft and high, as Smart licked a stripe down his throat.

“You sat next to me the whole time,” Smart murmured between kisses. “Acting all nervous on that flight. And don’t even pretend it was because of the fan meet— you kept sneaking looks at me, baby. Thought I wouldn’t catch you staring?”

Boom laughed breathlessly. “I was nervous because of the fan meeting… but thinking about you sneaking in the middle of the night like this— made me nervous too.”

Smart pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. Just staring.

Boom’s breath caught. His eyes softened.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Smart murmured.

As Smart leaned down to kiss him some more, Boom stopped him. “What if Khem calls you?” Boom asked. Voice quiet, whispering in worries.

Smart stared straight into both of Boom’s eyes— already dark with lust. “Phone’s off and I hung a ‘do not disturb’ on the door,” he whispered. “If people don’t get that I don’t want to be bothered while I’m busy fucking my boyfriend— that’s their problem.”

“But they separated our rooms for a reason. What if you get in tro—”

Boom never finished. Smart caught his mouth in a kiss, firm and hungry. “Can we not talk about that and just have tonight?” he murmured, eyes dark and frustrated. All he wanted was Boom.

Lately, everything about them had been controlled. The agency kept them apart outside of work, keeping Smart busy with endless meetings and activities. He was sick of it.

Here, in this hotel room— in a city where no one knew who they were— they finally had a stolen moment. Outside, they had to act. But in here? Smart wanted to be selfish.

Boom lifted a hand to his cheek, thumb brushing gently. “I’m sorry… I’m just afraid you’ll get in trouble again… I don’t want you to feel pressured because of me—”

Smart cut him off, pressing a kiss to his palm before Boom could finish. “You are never the reason,” Smart said, voice low and intense. “Don’t think about any of that tonight. Just let me have you. Let me touch you. Let me be yours tonight.”

Boom didn’t even get a chance to respond before Smart was kissing him again— rougher this time, deeper. His hands slid up beneath Boom’s shirt, running over the smooth plane of his stomach and up his chest like he was trying to memorize every inch.

Boom shivered, gasping as Smart’s fingers brushed over his ribs, higher— until his thumb found a sensitive spot.

“Always so responsive,” Smart whispered with a smirk, stroking slowly. “My pretty boy.”

Boom whimpered, cheeks flushing a deeper red. He hated how easy it was to crumble for him— and how desperately he loved it.

“You like that,” Smart said, watching him closely. He kept rubbing that sensitive spot— teasing it with gentle strokes and a light pinch that made the older man moan.

Smart tugged Boom’s shirt off gently. He lifted his arms, letting him, still flushed.

Then Smart sat back, just looking.

Boom lay there, bare-chested, skin against the hotel sheets, lips pink and swollen, hair a little messy.

Smart exhaled like he was trying to hold in something dangerous.

“Love it when I have you spread out and pliant underneath me. You’d let me do anything to you wouldn’t you, baby?” he said.

Boom’s eyes pleaded for more. Eyes glassy, cheeks red, lips are a bit swollen. “Smart—”

“So pretty for me. So good.” He whispered into his ears. His hot breath lingered— making Boom shivered.

Smart leaned down again. He kissed down Boom’s chest, tongue teasing, lips dragging slow. Boom squirmed under him as Smart bit slightly on his nipple.

His hot mouth back to licking and biting at the older’s lips like he couldn't get enough of them. Boom sucked on Smart’s tongue, made him whimper into his mouth. Smart tasted like mint. The sweet and fresh taste that made Boom’s head spin a little.

They pulled apart, both of them breathless. “So what did you have in mind?” Smart asked, voice husky. Boom scratched his nails along Smart’s skin.

It took Boom a moment to collect his thoughts, his lip tucked underneath his teeth. “I want to ride you. I've been wanting to ride you since I saw you sitting in that chair for your interview, looking like a right expensive model in that fancy jacket.” He rolled his hips up into Smart’s, drawing moans out of both of them. “I've been thinking about it all day.”

Smart kissed him again, slow but firmer this time, one hand cupping the back of Boom’s neck, the other sliding down his side. Boom let out a shaky breath as their bodies pressed together.

Smart moved lower, kissing down Boom’s chest again—slow, gentle, savoring.

“No one would believe you have such a dirty mind with that pretty face,” Smart whispered against Boom’s stomach.

Boom groaned, covering his face. “Shut up.”

Smart laughed as he kissed just below his navel, hands gripping Boom’s hips like he was grounding himself. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you when we’re surrounded by people?”

Boom peeked through his fingers. “You looked so serious during the interview.”

“I was trying not to get hard.”

Boom laughed, soft and breathy. “You idiot.”

Smart kissed the inside of his thigh, dragging his tongue slowly, watching Boom squirm. “You’re the idiot for looking that pretty in front of everyone.”

Boom let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whine, one hand reaching down to tug Smart’s hair.

“Still tired?” Smart asked, voice low, teasing. Hands worked on the man’s brief— taking it off and tossing it somewhere.

“Maybe,” Boom breathed. “But I can’t say no to you.”

Smart smirked. “Good.”

He licked a slow stripe up Boom’s length, and Boom’s back arched instantly, a broken moan spilling from his lips.

“Smart—”

“Hmm?” Smart looked up, voice thick with affection. “You like that?”

Boom bit his lip, nodding helplessly. His eyes fluttered shut, thighs trembling as Smart took him into his mouth, slow and steady. His tongue moved in smooth circles, and Boom was already gasping, clutching the sheets, body reacting faster than he could handle.

“Y-You’re too good at this—” Boom moaned.

Smart pulled back, lips wet. “Of course I am. I love making you feel good.”

Boom reached down, pulling Smart up to kiss him, panting against his lips. “Please. I want you.”

Smart stared at him, breath shallow. “You sure?”

Boom nodded, eyes glassy. “Please. I need it. Want your cock so bad.”

Smart moaned at the words. He got himself off of him and sat on the bed without taking his eyes off of the older one— back resting on the headboard.

Boom immediately positioned himself on top of him, “Going to ride you so good.” He whispered.

A bolt of heat raced down Smart’s spine to pool in his belly, his cock twitching in his pants. He loved when Boom got a little desperate like this, uninhibited and a little slutty. “But what about-” He started, until Boom got off his lap and pulled a small sachet of lube out of his pouch that was lying on the hotel nightstand. “You planned this.”

“You think I came to Tokyo not ready to make love to you?”

“Well, come here then.” Smart didn't have to wait; Boom was already crawling back into his lap before he'd finished speaking. His legs folded around Smart’s thighs and he was spread open beautifully for Smart to touch, to tease. “Look at you, so gorgeous,” Smart murmured, running his fingers along the back of Boom’s thigh to the beginning curve of his ass. He could feel Boom’s skin prickling beneath his fingertips, but he knew he could take a little more teasing.

“Smart,” Boom whined, wriggling a little in Smart’s lap. “Want you.”

“Don't be greedy, you'll get what you want,” Smart soothed. His fingers danced over the swell of Boom’s ass and along the knobs of his spine. It drew another breathy noise from Boom and Smart smiled. He fisted his hand in his black hair and pulled Boom’s head back just a little bit.

The black-haired man sucked in a breath and let out it out on a shaky exhale when Smart let go. He nodded, to what Smart wasn’t sure, but the pretty flush of his skin and the way quiet noises he was making was enough to spur Smart into action.

He tore open the sachet with his teeth and coated his fingers, setting it aside for now. With one hand gripping Boom’s hip, he snaked his other hand down between his legs, ghosting over his balls and tracing along the crack of his ass until he reached his hole. He pushed one fingertip into Boom, delighting in the whimper Boom let out. He slid deeper, to the knuckle, and slowly dragged it back out.

“Please, Mart, pleas— I want you. I’ll be so good—” Boom pleaded, thighs straining with the effort to keep still.

“You’re fucking erotic,” Smart confessed, sneaking in a second finger as the words fall from his mouth. He took a moment to quicken his pace, scissoring his fingers determinedly.

Boom panted for a gulp of breath good enough to speak. “Maybe because you’ve got your—oh, God— fingers in me.”

He managed to guide in a third finger once he was sure the minute stretch wouldn’t hurt his boyfriend, crooking them up until Boom moaned louder than before. “I wish I could take credit for what I’m seeing right now,”. Boom had fallen against his chest, his hard cock sandwiched between them and leaving sticky, wet trails on his hoodie. Something about it made Smart’s insides light up, his own cock pressing hard against his pants. “More?” he asked, just as breathless.

He kept it up long enough for Boom to drop it; once it stopped and the black-haired man regained his ability to speak, he whimpered out a needy “No, can't wait.” Boom clenched down around his fingers, making him moan. “I'm ready.”

Smart licked his lip and pushed deeper, making Boom arch prettily again. “Then get my cock outt.” He didn't slow the thrust of his fingers, looking down to watch. Boom’s cock bobbed between them, red and wet at the tip, making Smart’s mouth water. As much as he wanted to get his mouth around it again, he knew that there would be time for that later.

Boom struggled to focus untying Smart’s pants, letting out a noise of frustration. Smart knew he wasn't making it any easier, working his fingers in and out and teasing his rim with his thumb, but Boom finally did. Smart moaned when Boom dipped his hand inside, pulling his cock out and pushing the waistband of his pants up under his balls.

It was kind of heady, being almost completely dressed with Boom completely on display like this. It made him want to mark him up. He leaned down and kissed along Boom’s collarbone, biting down when Boom sneakily began to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he ground out against Boom’s skin, letting him have his fun for a minute more before he batted his hand away. “Come on, get me ready.” He slowed down the movements of his fingers to a slow drag, just a tease.

Boom grabbed the packet and squeezed out the rest onto his hand, smoothing the lube down Smart’s shaft and making him buck his hips up into Boom’s fist. “Now, now now,” Boom demanded. He shifted up and maneuvered the head of Smart’s cock against his rim. Pushing down, Boom let out a moan when the head popped inside, rolling his hips to take Smart in deeper.

Smart’s eyes rolled back in his head. No matter how many times they did this, he never got tired of the hot clutch of Boom’s body around him, rippling around his cock as he slid lower. He gripped Boom’s hips and helped ease him down. When Boom was snug against his balls, Smart kissed him again, dragging his finger along the thick vein on the underside of Boom’s cock, just a tease. “Love you,” he whispered against Boom’s lips.

“Love you too,” he replied, breathless. After another minute, he pushed Smart back against the headboard and began to rock his hips. He threw his head back— his dark locks already damp with sweat. He was a vision like this; his torso glistening, muscles bunching as he moved. Smart bit his lip as he just drank down the sight of his lover moving over him.

“So tight,” Smart groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Your fault,” Boom whispered. “You’re huge.”

“And you always take it so well.” he smirked, digging his fingers into Boom’s soft hips. He fought the urge to thrust up, letting Boom bounce on his cock. He was moving steadily, each thrust punching out little noises from him that had Smart’s head spinning. “Is this what you were imagining, baby? Riding my cock like this?”

Boom nodded frantically, his fingers gripping Smart’s shoulders as he rode him hard. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, an invitation for Smart to lean over and bite his neck. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it made Boom groan and buck up hard.

"I've been waiting for— ah— for this all evening," Boom said, eyelids fluttering.

"I know," Smart said through gritted teeth, his toes curling hard in the sheets, "You weren't exactly subtle about it, baby."

"What— do you mean?" Boom said, voice thready. He looked wrecked, red cheeks and sweat gleaming on his forehead, but he was still smirking. "I was the picture of in— innocence.. and— aahh— and mhm.. c— cute."

Smart whimpered, closing his eyes tight as the man on top sunk in another couple of centimeters, then opening them to watch his mouth fall softly open. "N— no, I'm pretty sure half the venue knew you were waiting for the show to be over so you could ride my dick."

With a smug grin, Smart snaked his hand down and wrapped his hand around Boom's cock, hot and hard in his grip. He dragged his thumb across the tip and to collect the pre-come there, making Boom whine above him. He used it to slick the way down, tightening his hand and letting Boom fuck up into it. He watched the head disappear into his fist and push back up, teasing the slit with his thumb again.

“Close, so close,” Boom rasped out, bouncing harder. He was using his grip on Smart's shoulders for leverage.

But it was still not satisfactory, not when Smart knew he could have this pretty boy feeling even better. “Touch your nipples for me, yeah?”

Both of Boom’s hands left Smart’s broad shoulders and went over to rub and pinch at his own perky, pink nipples.

“Yeah,” Smart muttered. He gripped Boom’s hips and trusted up— hard. Boom arched his back prettily— rolling down his own hips back at the action with a pornographic type of moan. “That’s it, so good. Fuck.”

Smart was getting pretty close himself. How could he not, with Boom hot and tight around him. Every thrust made heat swirl low in his gut and he could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine. Plus, knowing that Boom was using him to get himself off made his skin prickle with heat.

He started to stroke Boom harder, timing them with the bounce of Boom's hip, feeling his cock flex in his grip. “Come on, baby, want you to come all over yourself,” he urged. He kept his hips still and let Boom do all the work.

Boom let out a whine and he clenched tight around Smart, creaming up his belly and Smart’s hoodie as he rocked down onto Smart through his orgasm. His cock jolted in Smart's grip and he rode through it, collapsing against Smart when he finished. Smart petted his back through it, until Boom caught his breath and started to rock his hips again. “Fuck me, come on,” he tugged Smart’s hoodie to take it off.

Smart didn't wait. He took off his damp hoodie— leaving him only with a tank-top on— threw it to the side of the bed and gripped Boom's hips again. He began to thrust up into him almost brutally, the slap-slap-slap of his hips against Boom's ass filling the air. He chased his orgasm deep inside Boom's body, with Boom murmuring in his ear. He pulled Boom down on him and he felt his balls tighten, grunting as he fucked up into the willing body above him. With one last thrust, he buried himself in Boom and came, moaning as Boom clenched around him, milking him through his release. His body twitched with the aftershocks as he relaxed back into the headboard.

Smart’s head was still spinning when Boom flopped on top of him with all the grace of a sleepy cat, shirtless and smug, resting his chin right on Smart’s shoulder.

They stayed there, catching their breath and pressed together. It was beginning to get slightly uncomfortable, but Smart didn't really want to get up. He could ignore how sticky and hot it was. But he had to shift a little to slip out, drawing a soft whimper from Boom. His whole body trembled.

Smart wrapped both arms around him, heart hammering. “You okay?”

Boom nodded against his neck.

Smart kissed his forehead. “You did so good.”

"How ‘bout you? You good?" Boom asked, tapping a lazy finger against Smart’s dimple.

Smart brushed his hair softly. “I felt like you were trying to kill me.”

Boom grinned. “Was I too good?”

Smart turned to him— lips parted in mock offense. “Too good? P’Boom, that was illegal. I saw stars and I think I had a spiritual awakening. You also ruined my favorite hoodie.”

Boom chuckled, stretching his body against Smart’s clothed one like a satisfied little devil. “You’re welcome.”

“I feel like I need to go to temple now.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“Baby.. I confessed all seven of my sins in my head halfway through my orgasm.”

Boom laughed fully now, burying his face into Smart’s neck. “I should get a trophy for that.”

“You are the trophy.”

Boom paused, pulling back just enough to look at him. “Aww. Sweet talker.”

Smart grinned and brushed strands of hair that covered his eyes. “I’m serious. I feel like I just won the national lottery.”

Boom raised an eyebrow. “I’m not that expensive.”

“Oh, no, you’re priceless,” Smart said dramatically, wrapping his arms around him tighter. “I should be paying you in gold bars, lifetime contracts and putting you on every news headlines.”

“News headlines?” he asked, his voice carrying a soft laugh of disbelief.

Smart gave his best impression of a news announcer. “Breaking news: local Thai man Boom Raveewit spotted trying to ride his boyfriend like a mechanical bull at midnight because he ‘couldn’t take it anymore— witnesses say he used the exact phrase, ‘If I don’t sit on it now I’ll combust.’”

Boom choked on his breath, face turning red as he reached out and grabbed both of Smart’s cheeks with his hands. “YOU’RE MAKING THAT UP— I never said that!!”

Smart smirked, eyes dark with amusement. “Oh? So that wasn’t you whining ‘please, Smart, I’ll be so good’?” he purred, mimicking Boom’s breathy voice.

Boom smacked his chest repeatedly, flustered. “STOP!!”

Smart grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Too late.”

Boom groaned, trying to bury his red face in the crook of Smart’s neck. “You’re so annoying after sex.”

“I’m amazing after sex,” Smart corrected. “Glowing. Radiant. Possibly floating.”

Boom pulled himself up a little to stare at his boyfriend below— still red in the ears but smiling. “God, how do I even like you?”

“Because I pamper you, adore you, and let you use me like a seesaw.”

Boom rolled his eyes fondly. “You’re impossible.”

Smart nudged his nose against Boom’s. “But you still love me.”

Boom paused. Smiled. “Yeah. Unfortunately, I really do.”

Smart’s teasing stopped just for a second. His hand cradled the side of Boom’s face, thumb brushing softly along his cheekbone. “Not unfortunate. Just lucky.”

Boom stared at him for a beat— long enough for silence to settle between them, warm and full— and then muttered, “If you say one more romantic thing I’m gonna cry.”

“Okay, okay.” Smart grinned and pecked him on the lips. “Back to being annoying?”

“Please.”

“Right,” Smart said, shifting a little. “So… round two?”

Boom laughed so loud it startled the cat from the windowsill.

“Smart, I swear to God—”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

But he wasn’t, not really. Not when Boom was glowing like this, hair messy, lips swollen, eyes crinkled with laughter.

Smart leaned back, pulled Boom into his arms again, and sighed contentedly. Smart kissed his shoulder, smiling against the damp skin. “Why so quiet?”

“I think I might die soon,” Boom mumbled against Smart’s neck.

Smart laughed quietly. “Too much for doing all the work?”

“I’m not twenty-four like you, P’Smart,” Boom whined. “You’re like a machine.”

Smart turned Boom’s face toward him and kissed the corner of his mouth. “A machine for loving you.”

Boom squinted at him. “That was so cringe.”

“But it made you smile.”

Boom covered his face. “I hate that it did.”

Smart pulled his man away from his body a little so that he could see his face. He looked him over with a soft, satisfied gaze. “Still so pretty even after all that.”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Why?” Smart leaned up. “You’re my favorite thing to look at.”

Boom’s cheeks turned impossibly red. “Stop!!.”

Smart grinned. “Wanna shower?”

“Yes, please.” Boom groaned. “I feel disgusting.”

Smart got out of bed first, walked toward the bathroom, then looked back.

Boom hadn’t moved.

“P’Boom.”

Boom gave a tired little whine. “Carry me.”

Smart raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”

Boom just held his arms out dramatically. “You did this to me.”

With a soft chuckle and zero hesitation, Smart came back, scooped him up bridal-style, and carried him straight into the bathroom.

The shower was hot and full of steam. The bathroom mirror fogged almost instantly, and the tiles turned slick under their feet.

Boom leaned into Smart’s chest, letting the water soak them both, eyes closed, soft sighs falling from his lips. He looked like he might melt right there.

Smart reached for the body wash, lathered his hands, and began massaging it gently into Boom’s back.

“You’re really doing the whole spa treatment?” Boom mumbled, eyes still closed.

“You’ve been good. You deserve it.”

Boom laughed weakly. “I came so hard I almost cried. You think that’s good?”

“I think that’s perfect.”

Boom cracked one eye open, glancing at the mirror now half-cleared from the water droplets. He saw himself— hair soaked, cheeks pink, lips parted. Smart was right behind him, hands planted firmly on his shoulders, watching him through the reflection with that same look of complete, worshipful devotion.

Boom frowned lightly at their mirrored image. “Isn’t it weird they put a full-body mirror inside the shower like this?” he mumbled. “Who even wants to watch themselves taking a shower? Kinda creepy.”

Smart hummed, leaning in so his chest pressed to Boom’s slick back. “Everything has a purpose,” he said, smirking against Boom’s ear. “Maybe they expected someone to enjoy the view.”

Boom’s eyes widened just as Smart’s fingers began to slide lower.

“Smart— don’t you dare—”

Smart just chuckled darkly. “I’m just saying,” he breathed, lips brushing Boom’s neck, “if the hotel went through all this trouble installing a mirror… it’d be rude not to use it. Right?”

Boom squeaked. “We’re literally showering—”

“All the better,” Smart grinned, tightening his grip on Boom’s waist and meeting his gaze in the reflection. “Now be good and watch what I do to you.”

He slid his hands lower, lathering over Boom’s hips, his thighs, moving slowly, intimately. Boom twitched under the touch.

“Smart— not here.” Boom whispered, already breathless.

Smart leaned in, his voice hot against Boom’s ear. “Let’s see if this mirror is actually useful in a shower…”

Boom turned to protest, but Smart was already guiding him to press his hands against the glass wall.

“Smart, wait—”

“You’re still so sensitive,” Smart said, trailing a hand down Boom’s spine. “But you’re already getting hard again.”

Boom whined. “That’s because you keep touching me like that.”

Smart smirked, dragging his hips against Boom’s from behind. “Maybe you like it more than you admit.”

Boom trembled. “Just—go slow.”

“I will,” Smart said, kissing his shoulder. “But I’m not stopping.”

The glass fogged around Boom’s hands as Smart slid inside—slow but firm. Boom gasped, back arching, body clenching around him like it was brand new again. The shower poured down over them, steam curling around their skin.

Boom moaned helplessly.

Smart held his waist, his thrusts controlled but deep. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Look how good you take me.”

Boom’s head dropped forward. “You’re so bad—”

Smart grabbed his chin and tilted it slightly toward the mirror. “Then why are you so wet?”

Boom’s mouth fell open. Smart’s eyes had gone dark, almost possessed— staring at him like a beast watching its prey, all hunger and heat. Their eyes met in the mirror. Boom looked completely wrecked— flushed cheeks, shaky breath, brows pinched with pleasure— while Smart looked feral and ruthless… and completely obsessed with the sight of him coming undone.

Boom whimpered as Smart angled his hips and hit the spot that made his knees buckle.

“There it is,” Smart growled. “Right there. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

Boom’s fingers curled into fists against the glass. “I’m—gonna—come—”

Smart wrapped his hand on Boom’s cock— pressing his thumb on the slit. “Hold on a little bit, yeah?”

The rhythm picked up. Smart kept hitting his sweet spot making the older man sob. The sound of skin on skin echoed against the bathroom tiles, mixed with the rush of water and Boom’s broken moans.

“I can’t—I can’t—” Boom was crying but the tears were almost invisible, mixing with the shower water streaming down his face, soaking his skin as he trembled against the taller man’s body.

“Yes, you can,” Smart said through gritted teeth.

Boom was completely lost it. He couldn’t stop whining. He kept crying, his body unable to stay still. He writhed, overwhelmed. Smart was behind him, endlessly working him, whispering filthy-praises into his ear. Boom’s body had already given up. His legs were shaking, and he couldn’t take it any more.

“Smart, pl— please— let me come.”

Before Smart could say something, Boom cried out and came for the second time, body shaking violently, mouth open in pleasure.

Smart groaned as Boom clenched hard around him. He bit down gently on Boom’s shoulder to stifle his groan.

“I didn’t tell you you could come, baby.” Smart whispered against his ear, his breath hot and teasing, raising goosebumps across Boom’s skin. He didn’t slow—just kept thrusting steadily, back and forth, relentless.

Boom sobbed from the overstimulation. “Smart, ple— please… I can’t— it’s… it’s too much,” he cried, tossing his head back onto Smart’s shoulder.

A shiver ran through him, hips bucking again as he suddenly… peed— crying out so loud it echoed around the bathroom. His body spasmed in pleasure, absolutely wrecked under Smart’s thrusts.

“Fuck— Boom—” Smart groaned, the sight sending him over— Boom crying, begging, trembling, clenching helplessly around him with tears spilling from oversensitivity.. he even squirted— for Smart to finally snap and buried himself deep and came with a low, desperate growl.

When it was over, before Boom gave out on his knees, Smart pulled him on his chest. They slumped together against the mirror, breathing hard.

“You good?” he asked, breathless.

Boom blinked up at him, dazed and glowing. “I peed.”

Smart grinned. “Yeah, baby. You did. That was so hot.”

Boom turned slowly in Smart’s arms, eyes glassy, lips trembling. “You’re actually insane.”

Smart kissed his forehead. “Yeah.. yes I am.”

 

 

Boom practically collapsed onto the bed as soon as Smart helped him towel off. Damp hair, wobbly legs, cheeks still glowing pink— he looked wrecked.

Smart dropped beside him, kissing his temple gently. “You okay?”

Boom hummed. “No.”

Smart smiled. “No?”

“No. I’m ruined. You killed me.”

Smart chuckled and pulled the blankets over both of them, wrapping an arm around Boom’s waist. “That was a payback for almost killing me then.”

Boom rolled to face him, burying his face in Smart’s chest. “Next time you do that again, I’ll bite you.”

“I hate that you say that while clinging to me like a cat.”

“I’m sore. You owe me this.”

“You were the one who begged to ride me in the first place.”

Boom protested. “I didn’t think you’d continue in the shower!”

Smart looked down at him. “You looked too good and you were begging for it.”

“I was not.”

“You literally said, ‘Please, P’Smart, I need it.’”

Boom threw an ice-cold stare at him and hit him a little hard on his chest. “I didn’t say that, nor I sounded like that. You are just dirty-minded. You’re making it up in your mind.”

Smart laughed, grabbing his hand and kissing it. “Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of it.”

Boom peeked up at him with those big, pretty eyes, then snuggled in closer. “Yeah... I did.”

They lay there quietly for a moment, tangled in each other, skin still warm from the shower and the heat between them.

Then Boom suddenly snorted.

“What?” Smart asked.

Boom looked up, giggling. “I still can’t believe this.”

Smart braced himself. “What.”

“I just— remember when I told you that you’re different when it’s just us compared to when you’re in front of the fans? And you said who would ever think I had a dirty mind with a face this pretty?”

Smart didn’t say anything— he only stared, a little too serious.

Boom grinned. “At the fan meeting today, you also acted like such a shy, giggly little boy in front of the fans… but when you’re alone with me? You switched from a baby boy to an unhinged horny beast like flipping a light switch. Honestly, I’m kinda impressed.”

Smart groaned. “P’Boom—”

Boom poked his cheek. “You are. You literally looked down when someone mentioned our NC scenes and I had to do the explaining. Alone.”

Smart covered his face with one hand. “You’re impossible.”

“And you,” Boom continued, ignoring him, “are out here saying, ‘I’m gonna make you come looking at yourself in the mirror,’ like some kind of... perverted demon.”

Smart started laughing. “Perverted demon?”

Boom nodded, completely serious. “That’s your new nickname.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Yes.”

Smart tackled him gently, making Boom squeal and laugh as he was pulled on top. “You’re the one who seduced me with that pretty face and fake innocence,” Smart said, kissing him between each word. “You played with fire.”

“And got burned,” Boom gasped, laughing into Smart’s neck.

They eventually settled down again, Boom sprawled on top of Smart like a starfish.

“You sure you’re not in pain?” Smart asked, voice soft again.

Boom sighed dramatically. “My back is gone. My thighs are jelly. My voice is probably ruined.”

Smart kissed the top of his head. “Should I get painkillers?”

Boom blinked. “No. I want a strawberry milk from the minibar.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You ruined me. This is your problem now.”

Smart got up, fully naked, and walked to the minibar. Boom shamelessly stared at his ass the whole way.

“You’ve got nerve for someone who just begged me to slow down five minutes ago,” Smart muttered, tossing the milk bottle to the bed.

Smart climbed back into bed and pulled Boom into his arms again.

“I love you, you know?” Smart said quietly, brushing a strand of wet hair from Boom’s forehead.

Boom stilled for a second, then smiled against his chest. “I know.”

Smart raised a brow. “That’s it? No dramatic speech like you always pull at the press?”

Boom yawned, already melting into sleep. “I’m saving it for our award speech.”

Smart blinked. “Wait, what award?”

“The one we’ll win for all this chemistry,” Boom mumbled. “Especially after all of that.”

Smart laughed, pulling the blanket over both of them.

And finally, as Tokyo’s lights dimmed outside the hotel window, they drifted off— Boom wrapped around Smart like always, and Smart whispering praises into his hair, like he always would.

 

 

 

Notes:

So… um, have you forgiven me?

Chapter 9: When in Tokyo: Part 2

Summary:

Smart and Boom escape into the city together, eager to enjoy a few rare hours of freedom. They wander the streets, eat ramen in a cozy shop, and laugh like nothing else in the world exists but the two of them.

Notes:

DOUBLE UPLOAD!!!

Boom was not a morning person.

Not when he was hungry. Not when his hair looked crazy. And definitely not after everything he and his boyfriend got up to last night. Especially when Smart had the AUDACITY to be up early— showered, dressed (when did he even get all of his things from his room anyway?), smiling— while Boom was still half-dead in bed.

Smart was sliding on a bracelet when he heard a tiny groan behind him.

“...P’Smart.”

He turned, smiling brightly at the nickname. “Yes?”

Boom sat at the edge of the bed wrapped up in the blanket like a giant burrito, hair sticking everywhere, cheeks puffed out in the cutest pout imaginable.

“I’m hungry,” he muttered like it was a heartbreaking confession.

“I told you to wake up earlier.”

“You should’ve carried me to breakfast.”

“You nearly dislocated my spine last time I tried that.”

Boom squinted at him. “Rude. I’m light.”

“Well, not after I put so many of my kids in you last night— you probably gained a few kilos.”

Boom let out a scandalized wail and kicked at him halfheartedly. “SMART! YOU’RE DISGUSTING!!”

Smart doubled over laughing, then crouched down and cupped Boom’s red face. “C’mon, drama queen. Let’s get you some food before you start crying and people think I abused you.”

Boom sniffed, still pouting. “You did.”

Smart winked. “And I’ll do it again tonight— now move.”

“I can’t move,” Boom whined dramatically, flopping backward onto the bed again, still in his blanket cocoon. “I’ll die here. Hungry and abandoned.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m starving. My stomach just growled in Japanese.”

Smart pulled the blanket back gently and tugged Boom up by the wrists. “Come on, mister. You’re the one who insisted on not ordering room service last night.”

“I didn’t think I’d wake up feeling like a gremlin.”

“You always wake up feeling like a gremlin.”

Boom sniffled. “Still rude.”

Smart leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Let’s brush your teeth, comb your pretty hair, and I’ll take you out for ramen.”

Boom’s eyes lit up slightly, like bobas. “I want Japanese pancake.”

“Of course, baby.”

“The fluffiest one?”

Smart laughed softly, bringing Boom’s hand to his lips for a quick kiss “And with lots of butter.”

Boom let out a long, suffering sigh. “Fine. I’ll live.”

Smart helped him stand, and Boom clung to him like his life depended on it. He even refused to brush his teeth unless Smart stood beside him the whole time.

They got ready slowly— Boom insisting on wearing Smart’s hoodie even though Smart really needed to run back again to his own room to grab a fresh one. But once Boom hit him with that pout and those puppy-eyes, Smart caved instantly— as always.

So he ended up sprinting back to his room anyway, grabbing everything he needed… plus another hoodie for his clingy little cat.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Smart muttered as Boom tugged the hoodie down, paired it with some shorts and looked at himself in the mirror.

Boom just smiled sweetly. “What? I’m cute.”

“Exactly the problem.”

 

 

 

 

The ramen shop was tucked into a quiet Tokyo street, hidden just enough that it wasn’t swarmed with fans or curious passersby. The morning air was cool and crisp, but inside, everything smelled like garlic, sesame oil, miso paste that are gathered into layers of fragrance and steam that carried that umami scent.

Boom sat across from Smart in an oversized hoodie that nearly swallowed him whole. His hair was still a little messy from sleep, cheeks flushed pink from the cool air, and he was slumped into the corner of the booth, eyes only half open.

Smart was staring.

Unapologetically.

Boom blinked at him, sipping his hot ocha. “What?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Why?”

“You’re wearing my sweater, pouting, and sitting like a spoiled kid.”

Boom gave him a lazy smile. “It’s comfy. And I am a spoiled kid.”

“Of course you are,” Smart muttered, rolling his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

Boom leaned forward, placing his chin in his hand, and stared at Smart with sparkly, half-lidded eyes. “You like it.”

Smart raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Boom wiggled a little in his seat, lips twitching. “When I act clingy.”

“I endure it,” Smart deadpanned.

Boom kicked his ankle under the table.

The waitress came by to refill their tea, smiling politely at them. Boom thanked her in his soft, accented Japanese, and she practically beamed before walking off.

Smart leaned closer, voice teasing. “You flirted with her.”

“I was being polite!” Boom gasped, clutching his chest dramatically.

Smart narrowed his eyes. “Mm-hm.”

Boom reached over the table, grabbed Smart’s hand, and pulled it into his lap. “I only flirt with you. And the fans.”

Smart chuckled, rubbing circles into Boom’s palm with his thumb. “I can tolerate that.”

Their food finally served. They ate slowly— Smart ordered spicy tonkotsu ramen with extra chashu and negi for Boom, miso ramen and gyoza for himself. Boom kept leaning over to steal bites off Smart’s bowl and made a face every time Smart caught him in the act.

“You have your own,” Smart said, catching Boom’s wrist mid-theft.

Boom fluttered his lashes. “Yours taste better.”

Smart fed him a himself anyway. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you like brats,” Boom said with a smug grin, chewing happily.

Smart smirked. “I don’t like them. I tame them.”

Boom went red. “You did not just say that in public—”

Smart leaned back and crossed his arms, looking way too proud of himself.

Boom covered his face with both hands, muffling his flustered laughter. “I hate you so much.”

Smart reached out and gently pulled Boom’s hands away. “You love me.”

Boom looked at him, pink all the way to his ears. “Shut up.”

“Still blushing?”

Boom huffed and took another bite of pork from his bowl to avoid answering.

Smart smiled at him, slow and affectionate, like he had nowhere else to be but right here.

They stayed like that a while but now Smart was sitting beside him— sharing food, leaning close, legs brushing under the table.

Then, a small group of Japanese university students shyly approached them. They whispered and giggled the moment they realized who was sitting at the table. One of them leaned forward hesitantly and asked, “Excuse me… are you Smart and Boom from Beautiful War?”

Boom jolted upright instantly, pulling away from Smart ever so slightly as he switched into his full fan-service voice. “Hi! You guys watched the show?”

They all nodded enthusiastically. Despite the language barrier, they tried their best to communicate, while Boom and Smart listened carefully, faces warm with adoration.

The students told them how much they loved the series—the chemistry between them, the quality of the production. They explained how many of their friends followed Beautiful War faithfully and always looked forward to release day. A few of them admitted they were sad the series had already ended, and wished for another project with the two of them together.

Smart smiled politely, nodding all the while, his hand still clasped with Boom’s beneath the table.

The girls giggled, waved, and walked off—still whispering behind their hands.

Boom turned back to Smart with a smile, though it slowly faded when he noticed how tense Smart looked. “Smart, are you okay?”

Inside, Smart’s mind had suddenly gone haywire. They’d just been recognized. In public. Together. Shit.

“Smart?” Boom shifted fully toward him this time, brushing his hand gently over Smart’s.

Smart blinked himself back to the present and forced a smile. “I’m fine, baby. Just… surprised that so many people know our series.” The words slipped out like the truth, but it was a lie. What really gnawed at him was the thought of cameras, of strangers snapping photos and posting them online. What if his agency saw? What if they decided— once and for all— to separate him from Boom?

Boom exhaled in relief, his smile slowly returning, softer than before. “That’s because you’re an amazing actor. You played your role so well.” He leaned in just slightly, eyes glowing with admiration, completely unaware of the storm running beneath Smart’s calm exterior. “People can see your heart in everything you do. That’s why they love you.”

Something in Smart unraveled at that, and his smile gentled. He chuckled under his breath, thumb brushing over the back of Boom’s hand. “Me? You should see yourself on screen. Every scene you do feels so natural— especially when you cry. That’s what makes people fall in love with the series. I’m so proud of you.”

Boom laughed softly, almost sheepishly, like he couldn’t believe Smart really thought that of him. His eyes shone with warmth, with trust—an unshaken belief that Smart would always be here beside him. He had no idea that Smart’s chest was already tight with the fear of losing exactly this.

Boom bumped his shoulder lightly against Smart’s to ease the tension. “So people like it when I cry, huh?”

Then Smart leaned closer, smirking as he whispered, “Of course. You look beautiful when you cry.” He paused for effect, then added lower, “Especially when you’re crying under me.”

Boom’s body jolted in shock, heat rushing to his cheeks. Without thinking, he pinched Smart’s thigh—hard enough to make Smart yelp.

“Ahh—ouch!” Smart winced, but the two of them burst into laughter, the tension dissolving between them.

After the laughter faded, Boom yawned midway through sipping his tea, his head naturally tipping until it came to rest on Smart’s shoulder. Smart didn’t say a word. He simply wrapped an arm around him, holding him close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Let’s go back after this,” Boom murmured sleepily.

“Back to the hotel?”

“Mmhm. I’m full. I wanna nap.”

Smart smiled. “What about fluffy pancakes?”

Boom shook his head against Smart’s shoulder. “Sleepy.”

Smart kissed the top of his head. “Let’s go then.”

 

 

 

After they left the ramen shop, Boom refused to let go of Smart’s hand.

They wandered slowly down the narrow shopping street, their hands tangled lazily between them. Boom’s other hand held a small paper bag from a pancake stall nearby— that he decided to buy it “just in case I get hungry again.”

Smart didn’t comment. He just looked down at Boom every few steps, eyes soft like he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to be this happy.

Boom glanced up and caught the look. “What?”

“Nothing,” Smart replied, smile playing on his lips.

Boom narrowed his eyes. “You were staring at me again.”

“I like your face.”

“That’s creepy.”

“You love it.”

Boom giggled, bumping his shoulder playfully against Smart’s arm. “Fine. Maybe.”

They passed a vintage shop, then a bookstore, and then—

Boom stopped so suddenly that Smart nearly kept walking without him.

“What is it?” Smart asked, turning back.

Boom pointed excitedly. “Photo booth.”

Smart raised a brow. “You want to?”

Boom was already dragging him by the wrist. “Obviously.”

The booth was bright pink, tucked between a claw machine arcade and a bubble tea shop. It had giant eyes printed on the outside and text Boom struggled to read, though he pretended otherwise. “Kawaii upgrade,” he read aloud. “Look at that. You’ll finally match me.”

Smart sighed, deadpan. “You’re ridiculous.”

Boom giggled and grabbed Smart’s hand to pull him inside the booth.

They ducked inside, the curtain falling behind them. The screen blinked to life, offering glitter filters and oversized sparkles. Boom picked one without even consulting Smart. “This one. It says 'couple mode.'”

“Of course it does.”

Boom threw Smart’s arm around his shoulder and nestled in close. “Ready?”

“I guess.”

The countdown began—3, 2, 1—and Boom kissed Smart’s cheek right as the flash went off.

Smart blinked. “P’Boom—”

Boom was already giggling, tapping the next frame button. “Hurry, next pose!”

“Shouldn’t we—”

Boom yanked him down into another photo, this time with both of them doing silly peace signs. Smart tried to keep a straight face and failed when Boom did a pose where his hands lifted on either side of his face, wrists bent, fingers curled like paws. His lips pressed into a teasing pout, eyes narrowing just enough to make him look like a adorable sulking kitten.

By the final frame, Boom had climbed half into Smart’s lap, arms looped around his neck. “This one’s serious,” he whispered with a teasing glint in his eye. “Romantic.”

Smart just leaned in and kissed the corner of Boom’s mouth, catching him off guard right as the last flash went off.

Boom blinked, cheeks pink. “Hey...”

Smart grinned. “What? I thought you wanted romantic.”

Boom didn’t reply—just buried his face in Smart’s shoulder and laughed, full and warm.

They stepped out of the booth moments later, waiting for the printed photos to slide out.

Boom grabbed the sheet first. “Oh my God, look at your face in this one,” he said, pointing to the second frame where Smart looked utterly unhinged while Boom beamed in pure victory.

Smart took the sheet and stared for a moment. “Do I always look at you like that?”

Boom whispered softly. “You always do.”

His eyes held the like he was something precious, something irreplaceable. “Shit,” he breathed, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “I’m really in love, aren’t I?”

Boom made a small, embarrassed noise and ducked his head again. “I… I don’t know. You tell me.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

“I love you too,” Boom whispered, clutching the photo strip to his chest.

They walked the rest of the way back to the hotel with their pinkies still linked, neither holding too tight, as if even closeness was fragile. Boom kept stealing glances at the photo strip, clutching it like a fragile treasure, a memory he wanted to protect from time itself.

Smart watched him, and every step deepened the quiet dread in his chest. It was ridiculous—Boom was right there, warm beside him, smiling, his hand pressed into his own— but fear gnawed at the edges of his heart. Fear that one day he’d wake up and Boom wouldn’t be there. Fear that the world, cruel and relentless, would find a way to take him away.

Boom was his everything, his anchor, his light. The thought of losing him was unbearable, a wound that hadn’t even happened yet but already bled inside him. And yet, even with that ache, Smart clung to the fragile certainty that what they had was real. That the bond tying them together could outlast even the shadows gathering around them.

Still, a voice whispered at the back of his mind, cruel and unshakable: nothing this beautiful lasts forever.

So he tightened his grip on Boom’s hand just slightly, as if holding on harder might change fate.

 

 

 

By the time they got back to the hotel, Boom was yawning behind one hand, still clutching the photo strip in the other like it was gold.

Smart glanced over as they entered the elevator. Boom leaned against the wall with a dramatic sigh, eyes fluttering shut.

“Tired?” Smart asked gently.

Boom nodded without opening his eyes. “I need a nap. I’m delicate.”

Smart snorted. “Since when?”

“Since always,” Boom mumbled.

The elevator doors opened, and Boom shuffled out with the smallest pout on his lips, already halfway melted from the long walk and full stomach. Smart unlocked their room and nudged the door open, letting Boom walk in first.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Boom dropped onto the bed face-first.

Smart laughed, setting Boom’s pancake bag and their now slightly wrinkled photo strip on the desk. “Why do you look like you’re dying? You woke up late. You slept fine.”

“My hips still hurt,” Boom muttered into the blanket.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Lucky you, you’re cute, I forgive you.” Boom said without looking up.

He heard Smart’s footsteps drawing closer, then felt the comforting weight of warm hands rubbing gently across his back.

“Do you want me to tell the team to postpone the photoshoot? Just so you can rest a little longer?” Smart asked softly.

Boom cracked one eye open, deadpan. “And say what? ‘Sorry, my castmate fucked me so hard I can’t walk straight because my hips are giving up on me’?”

Smart raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “If that’s what you’d like to tell them, I don’t mind.”

Boom groaned and rolled over just enough to take a weak swing at him, missing completely.

Smart chuckled under his breath. He crouched beside the bed, tugging off Boom’s socks with tender care. Boom let him, sighing dreamily at the touch, his body melting at the occasional press of Smart’s lips against his cheek and temple.

“You can sleep a little more,” Smart murmured, brushing the damp strands of hair from Boom’s forehead. “I’ll tell the team I’ll be late.”

Boom’s gaze softened, his voice quiet and heavy with worry. “You’ll get in trouble for that.”

Smart kept stroking his hair, his thumb tracing over the curve of Boom’s cheekbone again and again. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

Boom blinked up at him through heavy lashes, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You treat me too well.”

Smart leaned in, brushing a kiss against the tip of his nose. “That’s because you’re mine.”

Boom’s lips curled. “Don’t say things like that when I’m trying to sleep.”

“Why? Does it make your heart race?”

“No,” Boom lied.

Smart grinned. “Liar.”

Boom reached up lazily and curled a hand into the front of Smart’s shirt, tugging him down until their foreheads touched. “Stay until I fall asleep.”

“I was planning to.”

“Say something sweet, then.”

Smart stroked a thumb across Boom’s cheek. “You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen. Even when you drool in your sleep.”

Boom groaned and pushed at him weakly. “Go away.”

Smart laughed and kissed him again— this time lingering at the corner of his lips. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be here.”

Boom’s eyes drifted shut, fingers still loosely gripping the front of Smart’s shirt.

He fell asleep with a content sigh and a smile, tucked warm under the blanket and completely adored by a younger man who never once treated him like anything less than the most precious thing in the world.

And Smart? He just sat by the bed with his hand in Boom’s and watched him breathe— like the happiest, most love-sick fool alive.

And maybe, just maybe, this was what his forever looked like.

Notes:

SMARTBOOM IS REAL!

Chapter 10: Things Fall Apart

They came back to their usual schedules. Cameras captured every angle of them again, answering interview questions with playful banter, holding microphones side by side as if nothing in the world could touch them.

They were back on screen, their chemistry was immaculate. More reaction videos to Beautiful War episodes, couple events, livestreams— they laughed, teased, and sometimes even looked a little too long into each other’s eyes. Fans ate it up. The fandom trended them constantly.

But fangirls were fangirls. The whispers started— Are they actually dating? What began as jokes in comments turned into half-serious threads, and then, rumors. Everyone loved them as a couple, but the buzz wasn’t the same anymore. Some fans grew bored. Some drifted away. Some began demanding more— proof, denial, drama.

Brands noticed. Invitations came in, but most wanted them together. When Smart’s agency pushed for solo work, many doors closed. “He can’t do this forever,” Smart’s PR handler reminded his manager coldly. “A fixed partner will trap him. He’ll never grow if this continues.”

Boom’s phone rang. Once, the sound of his ringtone had always made his heart race with excitement— especially after long days spent apart from Smart.

But lately, it had turned into something else. Every ring carried dread, every call a reminder of bad news waiting to be spoken.

“They declined again,” Smart’s voice would say, heavy with exhaustion. “They’ve packed me with more solo schedules. I tried to refuse, but they insisted. Said it was a good chance— for them.. for us.”

And Boom, no matter how much it hurt, always gave the same answer.

“It’s okay. That’s… a good thing, isn’t it?”

He’d force the words past the tightness in his throat, even as his eyes stung red from the tears he fought to hold back. Then, in a voice smaller than he ever meant it to be, he would ask the only question that truly mattered to him:“So… we won’t be seeing each other today?”

That was always the end of it. Always the last thing left to say.

Up until now.

And so began the push and pull. Smart’s agency rejected more and more couple jobs, insisting on solo projects. Boom’s agency grew furious— issuing warnings, threatening to cut ties if the rejections continued.

Smart tried to resist. He begged, he argued, he pleaded with his side to not sever from Boom’s. It cost him. His schedule filled with exhausting solo work, while Boom drowned in his own commitments. The little time they once stole to be together turned into long, aching absences.

 

 

 

After what felt like forever, they finally managed to slip away into the night, unnoticed. Just like always, it was Smart’s place— familiar walls, the quiet hum of the city outside, their shared sanctuary.

Boom fell asleep almost immediately, exhaustion and relief softening his face. For days, he hadn’t been able to sleep well without Smart beside him. The nights had been filled with nothing but worry, loneliness, and the sting of longing. But tonight, his breathing steadied, his body curled warmly into Smart’s chest, his fingers tangled into his shirt as if afraid he’d disappear.

Smart held him close, caressing his hair, his back, whispering little nothings that Boom never even heard because sleep had already claimed him.

But Smart couldn’t sleep. His mind spun endlessly.

So many ifs.

So many whens.

He was terrified. Terrified they would take Boom away. Terrified that one day he’d wake up and find him gone— not just from the bed, but from his life entirely.

His breathing grew heavy, uneven. Tears gathered in his eyes, pooling until they spilled silently down his cheeks. He stared at Boom’s face in the dim light— so peaceful, so pretty, so soft. Everything he had ever wanted. Everything he never knew he needed until Boom showed him what love was supposed to feel like.

And yet, deep inside, he knew. Someday they’ll take him away from me. Someday this will end.

A broken sound escaped his throat. He pressed his forehead into Boom’s hair, but the ache only grew sharper. His chest hurt, his hands trembled, cold and clammy. He tried to hold it in, but he couldn’t. His tears kept falling, dripping onto Boom’s skin.

Boom stirred, shifting slightly. His lashes fluttered open, eyes hazy from sleep. His voice came out weak, worried. “Smart?”

Smart froze.

“Smart… what— are you crying? What happened? Are you sick?”

The worry in Boom’s tone broke him even more. Smart’s vision blurred as he choked out, voice shaking, “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry we have to face all of this. I’m sorry for being so weak and coward. I don’t want to lose you.”

His words cracked apart, spilling with sobs.

Boom sat up immediately, pulling Smart into his arms. Smart buried his face in Boom’s neck, his body shaking as he cried there, helpless.

Smart’s body shook in Boom’s arms, his face hidden in the curve of his lover’s neck. His sobs came in broken waves, muffled against the skin he had kissed countless times in joy but now soaked in sorrow. Boom’s hand stroked slowly up and down his back, his voice trembling as he whispered the same soft mantra: “Shhhh don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.. everything is going to be ok. I’m right here.”

But even as he said it, Boom felt his own chest tighten. His throat ached, his eyes burned. Because he also wasn’t sure. Because he was afraid too.

Smart clung tighter, his fists clutching at the back of Boom’s shirt as if anchoring himself to the only thing that still made sense. His words tumbled out between ragged breaths. “I can’t do this without you… I can’t. You’re everything to me, P’Boom. Please don’t let them take you away. Please don’t let me lose you.”

The rawness of his voice cut Boom open. He closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against Smart’s hair, his own tears finally slipping free. He had tried to stay strong for him, but seeing Smart this broken, this terrified, shattered every bit of resolve he had built.

“I’m here,” Boom whispered, “I’m here, Smart… I won’t go anywhere.”

Smart nodded against him, sobs still wracking his chest. Boom kissed his temple, his damp lashes, his trembling cheek. Each kiss tasted of salt and desperation.

Smart had always been the strong one— the one who held Boom tight whenever the world felt uneasy. Seeing him like this made Boom’s heart ache. He knew that when the weight became too much, Smart would eventually break, and it was the last thing Boom ever wanted to witness. Smart, who never showed his vulnerable side… now crumbling before him.

Minutes stretched into something heavier, the silence broken only by Smart’s uneven breathing. Slowly, slowly, the storm inside him quieted— not because the pain was gone, but because he had cried until he was empty. His tears had drained everything, leaving nothing but exhaustion and a hollow ache.

Boom eased him down onto the bed, lying beside him, their foreheads pressed together. Smart’s eyes stayed red and wet, but they fluttered closed, lashes trembling. He curled into Boom’s body like a child seeking warmth in the dark, arms locked around him so tightly it almost hurt.

Boom didn’t mind. He held him back just as fiercely.

They lay there, tangled limbs and beating hearts, clutching each other as if letting go meant the end of everything. Smart whispered one last broken plea, his voice hoarse. “Don’t let me go… not yet. Please.”

Boom kissed his lips— soft, trembling, wet— and whispered back even though his chest was splitting in two, “I won’t. I promise.”

And yet, deep down, Boom feared the promise would break. He knew the world outside this room was waiting to tear them apart. But for now, he let Smart believe it. He let himself believe it, too.

Slowly, Smart drifted into sleep, still trembling faintly, his breath hitching in Boom’s shirt. Boom stayed awake longer, staring at the ceiling through a blur of tears, listening to the fragile weight of Smart’s breathing against him.

He tightened his hold one last time, as if memorizing the shape of him, the warmth of him, the way it felt to be loved so wholly.

And together, in their aching little sanctuary, they finally slept— tangled up, clinging desperately, praying for a miracle that might come. Or never.

Notes:

this is sad…

anyway.. smartboom is real