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For a while, everything was perfect. The kind of perfect that made even the smallest moments feel like tiny miracles — brushing teeth beside each other, waking up tangled under the same blanket, sharing late-night noodles on the couch. William and Est were having the time of their lives living together.
But living together meant seeing each other not only at their best… but in the tiny, unfiltered realities too—the soft habits, the unconscious quirks, the things they never noticed about themselves but the other began to see.
It started small. Harmless. Est noticed it first — the toilet lid always left up, the bathroom floor mat rumpled after William stepped out, the toothbrush left on the counter instead of in its holder. He started noticing open snack packs that slowly went stale, and the new carton of milk already opened even though the old one still had half left.
Individually, they were nothing. Just little quirks. Not enough to call “issues.” But they started piling in Est’s mind like tiny whispers he couldn’t quite silence.
William noticed the tension too. Every time Est walked out of the bathroom after he used it, there was a flicker of irritation on his boyfriend’s face — small, quick, but unmistakable. Sometimes in the kitchen, the way Est exhaled or went quiet made William feel like he’d done something wrong… only he didn’t know what.
And the thought began to tighten painfully inside him.
Maybe Est was getting tired of him.
Maybe living together wasn’t as easy for Est as it was for him.
Maybe he had invaded Est’s space — Est’s condo, Est’s routines, Est’s order.
He didn’t want to confront it. He didn’t want Est to confirm the fear he couldn’t even say aloud. So he did what he’d always done whenever he felt like he was becoming too much — he pulled back.
He lingered at school. He stayed with Tui after class, claiming group study sessions that lasted too long. He came home later, after dinner, after Est had already settled into the evening. He told himself it was temporary. Just until Est could breathe without William in his space.
Tui, however, was unimpressed.
One night, William lay sprawled miserably on Tui’s couch, staring at the ceiling as if it held all the answers. Tui tossed him a throw pillow — not out of affection, but because he was annoyed seeing William.
“Okay,” Tui said, staring him down. “Explain. Slowly. In actual human words.”
William dragged his hands down his face. “He looks annoyed.”
“Annoyed at what?”
“I don’t know. Everything? Me? I leave the bathroom and he looks… bothered. And sometimes in the kitchen, he goes quiet. Like I did something wrong.”
“So you talked to him about it?”
“I— no.”
Tui blinked. Slowly. The kind of blink that said he was reconsidering his friendship choices.
“I thought you two had good communication,” he said. “You said you’d tell each other everything.”
“We do! Usually!” William insisted. “But if he’s already annoyed, why would I bring it up? What if it makes him more annoyed?”
Tui pressed a hand over his mouth, inhaled deeply, then muffled a scream into a cushion.
He threw the cushion at William again.
“You’re an idiot!” Tui snapped. “A big idiot with capital letters!”
“I’m not an idiot,” William muttered, crossing his arms defensively. “I’m giving him space.”
“You’re giving him abandonment issues!”
“I’m not abandoning—!”
“You moved into his home and then decided you no longer live there!”
William groaned, burying his face in the pillow. “You don’t understand. You’re not the one living with him.”
“And you,” Tui said, pointing, “are not the one using your brain.”
William frowned. “Tui—”
“Stop acting like your relationship is a group project you can skip,” Tui snapped. “Go home. Talk to him. Clarify. Communicate. Whatever.”
William tightened his grip around the pillow.
“I just… don’t want him to get tired of me.”
Tui’s annoyance softened — not much, but enough.
“William,” he said, “you don’t protect a relationship by hiding from it.”
William didn’t answer right away. Then, slowly, as if a switch had flipped inside him, something shifted—quiet, undeniable, a clarity he hadn’t allowed himself to feel.
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Est noticed the shift too — not all at once, but in small, unsettling moments that built into a knot in his chest.
At first, he thought it was just a busy week. But then William stopped waiting for him after swim practice, something he used to do with the kind of enthusiasm that made Est secretly smile all the way home. Now the pool gate opened to emptiness. No William leaning on the wall, no playful wave, no warm, breathless hug.
William wasn’t at home either. Est began unlocking the condo door to silence — lights dim, couch empty, William’s things untouched. He always came home later. Always after dinner. Always with a casual explanation that sounded rehearsed.
“Oh, Tui needed help.”
“Lego wanted company.”
“Nut and Hong asked me to hang out.”
One excuse after another, each delivered with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
It shouldn’t have hurt. They were allowed to have separate lives. But something about the sudden distance felt wrong. Subtle. Easy to miss. But impossible to ignore.
Dunk sat beside Est on the pool bleachers one afternoon, hair dripping, towel hanging around his shoulders. His tone was too casual to be truly casual.
“You look bothered,” Dunk said. “Why don’t you ask him where he’s been?”
“I already asked,” Est replied, eyes fixed on the still water. “He said he was studying with Tui. Or Lego needed help with something. Or Nut and Hong wanted to hang out.”
“And you believed him?”
“Yes,” Est said, a little too quickly. “I trust him.”
Dunk’s silence said everything.
After a slow beat, Dunk leaned back, watching Est from the corner of his eye. “Okay. But have you checked? Actually confirmed with any of them?”
“No!” Est said, offended. “I don’t. I’m not that kind of person.”
Dunk shrugged. “Maybe you should check his phone.”
Est whipped around so fast water droplets scattered from his hair. “What?! Dunk, what the hell? Why would I do that?”
“To see if he’s telling the truth,” Dunk said bluntly. “His behavior is screaming cheating.”
The word hit Est like a slap.
Cheating.
It didn’t fit William. Not in any version of him that Est knew.
“He’s not cheating,” Est said, jaw tight. “William’s not like that.”
Dunk tilted his head. “How sure are you?”
That question slipped under Est’s ribs in a way nothing else had. Because he hesitated — not because he doubted William’s love, but because doubt had already been quietly seeded by William’s sudden distance, by the excuses, by the cold empty condo.
Est swallowed hard, then pulled out his phone with shaking fingers.
Lego answered on the second ring, cheerful as always. “Est?”
“Hey, Lego,” Est said, trying to sound normal. “Just checking if William’s with you. He’s not answering his phone. He said he was helping you with groceries?”
There was a pause — brief, confused.
“Huh? We don’t have plans today, Est.”
The world slowed. Est felt it like a punch to his lungs.
“Do you… want me to look for him?” Lego asked, suddenly concerned.
“No,” Est managed, voice flat and too calm. “No need. Thanks, Lego.”
He ended the call before Lego could ask more questions.
When Est lowered the phone, Dunk was watching him with an I-told-you look that made Est’s skin feel too tight.
“See?” Dunk said simply. “Cheating. Want me to help you catch him?”
“No,” Est said — but this time his voice wasn’t defensive.
It was small.
Wounded.
Angry.
“I’ll handle it.”
And he stood, towel falling off his shoulder as he walked toward the locker room, his heart pounding, his chest burning with hurt he didn’t know what to do with.
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William walked into the condo that night completely unaware he was stepping into a storm waiting just beyond the doorway.
Est sat on the couch, back straight, arms crossed, his expression cold in a way William had never seen directed at him before. The air felt thick, charged — like stepping into a room right before lightning strikes.
“Where have you been?” Est asked, voice low but sharp enough to cut. “And don’t you dare lie to me. I talked to Lego.”
William froze, breath stuttering. “Oh—umm… I-I’m with—”
“You were cheating, weren’t you?” Est’s jaw tightened, anger trembling beneath each word.
William’s world tilted. “What?! No—Est, I’m not— I would never—”
“Who is it?” Est demanded. “Who are you seeing?”
“What?! Est, no! I would never cheat on you. Never.” William took a step forward but Est lifted a hand, stopping him like a barrier.
“Then explain,” Est said, voice cracking under the weight of hurt. “Explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Why you come home so late. Why you stopped waiting for me after practice.”
William’s throat worked, fear tightening every thought. “Because… I thought you were getting tired of me.”
Est blinked — stunned. “What? William, what the hell are you talking about?”
“You always look annoyed,” William whispered. “Especially after I use the bathroom. Or in the kitchen. Or when I do anything. I thought I kept messing up. I didn’t want to bother you, so I…”
“So you cheated? And now you’re blaming me? For cheating on me?” Est said, voice trembling.
“I’m not cheating!” William burst out. “Call Tui if you want — I’m with him every day. At his apartment!”
Est stared at him, chest rising and falling too quickly, like his heart was trying to outrun the pain.
“Look,” William said desperately, “I’ll call him. Right now.”
He dialed Tui and put it on speaker with shaking hands.
Tui answered instantly, deadpan. “What did you forget this time?”
“Tui! Tell Est I was with you!”
A heavy sigh crackled over the speaker. “I told you this would backfire. Est, he’s been here. Annoying me. Every day.”
Est closed his eyes, exhaling hard. “Hang up the phone, William.”
“But—”
“I said hang up. I believe you.”
William ended the call.
Silence settled — not sharp anymore, but soft and deflated, like the air after a storm breaks.
“Didn’t we promise to communicate openly?” Est asked quietly.
William nodded, shame pressing into his shoulders. “Yeah… I’m sorry. I was just scared you were annoyed at me.”
Est sighed, rubbing his temples. “Why did you go to Tui every day? You really thought I was… tired of you?”
William’s voice came out small. “Yes. Especially when I use the bathroom or… just being around you. I kept thinking I was messing up.”
Est stared at him — really looked — and something inside him softened painfully.
“…Okay,” he said gently. “I get it now.”
He took a slow breath.
“I wasn’t annoyed at you, William. I never was. I just have a few tiny things that irk me and I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to sound controlling.” He paused. “But since we’re talking about everything honestly… I’ll tell you.”
William’s eyes lifted. “Tiny things?”
“Please put the toilet lid down after you use it,” Est said softly. “And fix the bathroom mat. Don’t leave your toothbrush on the sink. If the toilet paper runs out, replace it. And please—don’t leave food packages open. And don’t open new milk until the old one is finished.”
William’s face flushed hot with embarrassment, but relief flooded in behind it. “Okay. Okay, I can do all of that.”
“And I’m sorry,” Est added. “I should’ve told you from the start. I’m the one who wanted open communication, and I didn’t follow it. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. William… there’s no part of me that regrets you moving in. I love every second we’re together. I really do.”
William sat beside him slowly, taking Est’s hand with both of his, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve just asked. And I’m really sorry for making you think I’d ever cheat. I wouldn’t. You’re… it for me.”
Est squeezed his hand lightly. “I know.”
Then Est hesitated, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. “Since we’re being honest… are there things I do that annoy you?”
William’s ears went red. He stared at their joined hands before whispering, “I don’t like how you squeeze the toothpaste from the middle.”
Est choked on a laugh.
“And…” William mumbled, “you take too long in the shower. And you fold my laundry wrong. And you… eat my last snacks sometimes.”
Est stared, then burst out laughing. “Okay. Noted.”
William slid closer until their thighs touched. “Also… the room temparature is too cold for me. But that’s fine. I can always just hold you for warmth.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Est muttered, pushing his shoulder lightly — cheeks warm, heart melting.
William only wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close enough to bury his smile in Est’s neck.
“Can we go back to going home together?” Est asked quietly. “No more avoiding me? No more staying with Tui?”
William nodded immediately. “Going home with you after practice is one of my favorite things. I’m not giving that up again.”
Est rolled his eyes. “Cheesy.”
William kissed his temple. “Happy.”
And just like that — the storm passed.
They found their way back to each other, learning that love wasn’t only about grand gestures or perfect moments.
Love was learning the small things.
The petty things.
The human things.
Together.
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