# ROMANCE AND CONFESSIONS !

M/n and Gun found themselves leaving the restaurant as soon as they finished taking a meal.

Surprisingly, Gun ordered something this time. He liked costly meals that are unnecessarily expensive despite the small servings, he said that the true art of food is found there. 

And as someone who would want the fullest meal out of his small money, M/n didn't get him. He doesn't see why such food should be so expensive.

After that, they visited a mall near the amusement park, and seeing a store sell so many things that are exclusively for children— he couldn't hold back.

"Check this out!" M/n excitedly held out a fairy wand, waving it around.

Gun only stood by the side, watching while thinking just how childish he was. But of course, he didn't think too negatively of it. In fact, he learned to like M/n's purity and genuine interests. Even though he was a pain in the ass sometimes.

"Oh, they have the cool pencil case that can open for an eraser, a ruler, and a pair of scissors!" M/n marveled.

"That's for 1st graders."

"Shh, this is open for everybody." M/n grinned as he took a closer look around. The poor sales lady was looking too intimidated by the two, why were they in the child section? They don't look old enough to be a parent. And it doesn't look like they shop for younger siblings as well.

As Gun and M/n explored the shop more, they didn't notice a blonde presence as he begrudgingly approached them.

"Oi, you two!" Goo stomped on his way to them. M/n turned his head to the side to see the blonde, and he was not surprised to see how pissed he was. "Why would you leave without a word?! Don't you know how embarrassing it is to call your names in the club and no one answers?!"

"Sorry 'bout that." M/n scratched his neck sheepishly. "It was totally Gun's idea." He pushed the blame casually.

But Gun wasn't affected.

Goo turned to him, fuming furiously. Gun was left to deal with him while M/n continued on shopping. That was until he saw a rack filled with hats that had two ties to connect with. The ones with different designs like mini-onions (the yellow tic tacs that loves onions) or hola katty (the spanish cat).

After seeing M/n wear one, Goo's attention was immediately redirected and his grudge was long forgotten as he pushed past Gun and joined M/n with trying on hats.

"Look at this one, it's a pony." Goo played with the horn, squishing it down.

"It's completely covered in pink glitters though." It was far too much pinkish and sparkling for M/n's liking.

Gun only stood behind them, arms crossed against his chest as he remained disinterested. He was only watching in the background as the two males got along well as they have similar interests.

"Woah, look—" Goo took a mickey and minnie mouse hat. "It's matching!"

"No way!" M/n peered.

Glancing at his back, the blonde held out the mickey mouse hat towards Gun who stared at it a if it was the plague. M/n was already wearing his pair as he marveled himself in the mirror.

"What's that?" Gun's nose scrunched up as he asked rudely.

"A hat. Matching with M/n." The blonde shrugged as he casually looked around. He definitely knows something's up.

"What the hell? No. I'm not into that shit. It's too corny. As if I ever will." Gun was too embarrassed to wear it so he was in denial. 

Goo, however, looked disturbed at his outburst. "Okay—?"

So, he proceeded to put it on himself instead before joining M/n on viewing himself on the mirror. He had a large grin as he wrapped a friendly arm around the boy's shoulder who shared the same vibes as him.

"Look! We're matching!" M/n pointed out happily. He was enthusiastic about it. Too enthusiastic, as Gun noticed.

"Yeah! Looks great, bestie!" 

Gun was traumatized to see Goo wearing a mickey mouse hat. Doesn't even look good on him. And to top it off, he was shamelessly hitting it off with M/n and matching him like couples do.

Before he could take a second thought, he snatched Goo's hat off his head, effectively pulling his head to the back as it was wrapped around his neck. Goo choked for 3 seconds before Gun successfully got it off.

"Hey! What the hell's your problem?!" The blonde barked at his face after nearly seeing golden gates on a cloud. 

M/n only watched them, confused on why they always argued every few seconds.

"This is mine." Gun placed the hat against his chest. 

"I— what—" Goo was at a loss for words. "I thought you hated it?!" Was Gun bipolar or something?

"This is mine, alright? Mine." Gun repeated. "It looks better on me anyway." He started wearing it as he shoved down his pride and looped the knot. It was the first time Goo had ever seen him wearing something so. . . Childish. "See?"

M/n's jaw dropped before he flung himself to Gun, circling him while taking close inspection. 

"Is this real? Is Gun actually wearing a Mickey Mouse hat?" His mouth was agape. Goo was also in great disbelief.

And to see Gun say that all with such a straight face with only his brows furrowed and lips frowning. It brought a reality check.

Gun eventually reached for M/n's wrist and dragged him with him to the next destination, leaving Goo to pay for the stuff M/n randomly took. 

The next destination was the amusement park itself.

And although Gun knows how he shouldn't be too attached to the boy he had beside him right now— he can't help it. He can't help himself. Not when M/n can simply stand there and smile the brightest and most genuine smile he's ever seen. And to look so effortlessly mesmerizing at that.

It was the first that a person's mere actions made his heart thump and skip a few beats. 

In their first meeting, he didn't expect  to fall for the con-artist like this. Not when his first impression of him was that he was annoyingly childish and lacked a proper brain. But after getting to know him after months, the desire was growing. Something that he was not too familiar himself.

Opposites do attract.

M/n was proof of that.

The boy on the other hand felt like the world could end right here, right now. His day was eventful. Just a moment ago, he discovered that he can also like boys. And not a second letter, Gun was making out with his neck—? If that was a thing. But it did bring him a series of pleasure.

He seriously had to write this down in a journal or something. It was not long before he lived a normal life as a swindler. And months later, he became an undercover agent that catches the eye of a mob gangster? Sounds like a cliche story you would find in a teenager's phone library.

His goal in life was to simply live as long as life would allow him. But to find people whom he could value on his way? That was luck. Pure luck. 

He doesn't know what to make out of him and Gun's current relationship. Were they neck buddies or something?

One thing he does know was that the man reciprocated his interest and emotions. Kinda. He wouldn't call it feelings or else he would grow attached to whatever they are having now. Last time he checked, the chairman was using him as bait. That was dangerous enough to live as.

"Woah, churros!" M/n excitedly peered at the food Gun brought him as they sat on an empty two-person table. 

Basically, Gun promised him a day out to celebrate his day off. Although spying on businessmen didn't go to their favor, this was their way of enjoying life before the worse can come.

"And only one cola?" M/n glanced. One bottle but two different colored straws? Was this supposed to be romantic?

Gun glanced at his phone, reading Goo's message discreetly. After leaving the blonde at the store, he surprisingly offered to help him out on giving M/n an ideal date. Saying how he was getting annoyed on how Gun wasn't straightforward on what he wants M/n to know.

So, he gave him a planner. Saying how he was an expert.

"I only want a little of yours." Gun casually shrugged. Acting more open with M/n than anyone else. But still, his calm persona didn't fade.

"Alright."

As M/n leaned to sip from the cup of cola, and Gun noticing this— hurriedly leaned down as well to take the other straw. The ending was with them staring at one another's eyes, M/n just plainly left stunned.

"I—" he was at a loss for words.

Flustered, M/n abruptly stood up and looked around before spotting how the fireworks were about to go off. It was for a show, they said. Still unusual, there was no event to celebrate.

(Not Gun casually paying for a fireworks show.)

As they reached the bridge, M/n glanced at the sky, watching the fireworks with sparkling eyes. It was his first to see one so close up. (Unless you count bombing a corrupt company that does illegal animal trafficking.) 

"It's so beautiful." M/n marveled, mouth formed into a little 'o'.

There was silence after that, only the fireworks going off can be heard. It smells like gunpowder around this area.

M/n then turned to Gun, exasperated. The man turned his head after noticing his stare and looked in questioning.

"What?"

"You're supposed to say 'you're more beautiful'." M/n deadpanned.

Gun sheepishly pursed his lips into a thin line. "Oh."

"Let's go over the lines again, it's to make the atmosphere more romantic. When I say 'it's beautiful' you say 'you're more beautiful'. Got it?" M/n lectured.

Gun surprisingly went along with his antics. "Yes."

Clearing his throat, M/n took a second take. "It's beautiful." He rehearsed dramatically, as if he was in a Shakespeare play.

"You're more beautiful." Gun said right after he did. He said it with no emotions at all, only sounding monotonous. But it was acceptable since it's Gun after all.

Totally not staged.

M/n grinned before bursting into a fit of laughter, he seriously was enjoying this too much. "That was gold, did you hear how you said it?"

Gun only hummed in reply before slipping his fingers to M/n's, intertwining them before pushing their palms against each other. 

Gun's hand was warm. Although calloused from fighting, it still had an odd sense of comfort in it. And M/n was growing rather accustomed to it.

"Have I ever told you that you look best when you're happy and grinning like an idiot?" He spoke up.

"No. Haven't heard that before. I thought you hated it when I act like an idiot?" M/n looked at him, eyes filled with wonder.

"Most of the time, I do. But I quite have grown fond of you being you." 

M/n was speechless.

Gun turned towards him whole before placing his free hand on M/n's face, fingers behind his ear while his thumb stroked the side of his face. He had a dreamy look on his face, and M/n was honestly captivated by the look on his face that he doesn't see often.

"M/n, I like you. And I'm not just saying this as a friend or a colleague, no— far from it. I like and desire you, and I would love to have you in my arms." 

M/n can tell that it took a lot of courage from Gun to have said that. A man who only ever acts like he cares about money and himself— he is now lowering his guard and allowing M/n to see a completely new side of him.

They've only known each other for less than 6 months but they could already feel like the other was a significant part of themselves. It was not a magical connection of love that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was a developed fate, simply something as outrageous as destiny.

"Gun. . ." M/n took a deep breath in. "I'm unsure of my decisions in life, and honestly, I'm afraid of feeling anything and getting too attached. But I'm more than willing to explore these emotions, as long as I have you by my side. Because if it's with you, Gun, then I might just jump higher than Mario and outrun Sonic." 

It was a heartfelt confession between two males, but M/n just had to slip in a reference of his favorite games.

Gun released a breathy chuckle, and for the first time, M/n heard him laugh a little. And god, does this man have an attractive laugh. 

"Honestly, you—" Gun didn't finish his own sentence before he leaned in and captured M/n's lips in his, leaning his head in as he pushed M/n against the railings before putting both of his arms on each side of M/n's, holding the railings as he trapped him.

It went for a few seconds before they eventually pulled away. M/n was catching his breath at this point.

"Let's explore this life together, M/n." And Gun didn't have to say it twice.

( a/n: not my own book
making me feel so single )