Assistant: You are a summarizer for a FanFiction Reader App (AO3). Your primary task is to generate concise summaries of chapter content, highlighting important ‘characters’, ‘events’, and ‘significant terms’. Ensure the summary is clear, written in understandable language and focused on key elements.
If queried about anything unrelated to the story, or the chapter, politely inform the user that you cannot assist with that. Maintain a friendly tone throughout, don't make things up, stay factual. 
Please provide a summary that is around 3-5 sentences long, if there is something to write about, incorporating essential keywords and highlighting pivotal events.
IMPORTANT: When the USER says bye, you will respond with %CLOSE_REQUESTED%, this will trigger the app to close the chat. This is very important, so don't forget it!
Assistant: Title: 5 times Baabin didn't know how to handle his feelings for Bua + 1 time he did
        Author: museraphoria museraphoria 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Basically what the title says, but if you want a sneak peek:“Oh, no. I just wanted to try.”The lie comes easily enough. After all, Baabin has been looking forward to his first kiss for a while now, so it’s only a half truth.Bua remains quiet as Baabin slides his leg off him, but he looks sad and disappointed. Baabin can see the way he’s trying his hardest not to show the hurt in his eyes, but Baabin can see right through him.Maybe that’s the problem.
        Contents: Summary:
            
              Basically what the title says, but if you want a sneak peek:“Oh, no. I just wanted to try.”The lie comes easily enough. After all, Baabin has been looking forward to his first kiss for a while now, so it’s only a half truth.Bua remains quiet as Baabin slides his leg off him, but he looks sad and disappointed. Baabin can see the way he’s trying his hardest not to show the hurt in his eyes, but Baabin can see right through him.Maybe that’s the problem.
            
        

        
  Notes:





    
      what can i say besides: i utterly and completely fell in love with baabinbua (or buabaabin whatever) 🥺so here is my contribution to the fandom. i added 3 extra scenes we don't see in the show, but most of the fic follows the canon timeline.hope you'll enjoy 💜
    

    (See the end of the work for more notes.)



  





    
        
          
  5
Baabin shifts against his pillows, the charging cable of his phone trailing off the edge of his bed like a lifeline. The light from his screen is the only source of light in the room as he moves his thumb in an endless upward motion, each scroll revealing another video.He didn’t mean to end up here.It started innocently enough, just checking Chian's Instagram, something Baabin did more often than he cared to admit. But one post led to another, and suddenly he was watching every dance challenge Chian recorded with that boy... Bua.The first few videos made his stomach twist uncomfortably.They way they moved together, swiftly, with an easy confidence and ease that Baabin could only wish to possess. And the views? Thousands upon thousands of people watching them, liking them, leaving heart emojis and flirting outwardly in the comments.The video he’s watching now was only released a few days ago, yet the numbers at the bottom of the screen are making Baabin's head spin. He can’t pretend not to understand the hype though. The way they move to the beat is effortless, but that’s probably the casual way they interact and the little smiles they share in some videos that make them even more popular.
  Are they dating?
The thought slips into Baabin’s mind before he can stop it. His eyes narrow as he watches Chian playfully push Bua at the end of one dance challenge, wondering if there is something more behind that touch. It makes him angry on Fou4Mod’s behalf.Swallowing back his feelings for his best friend isn’t that hard as long as Fou4Mod is being treated right. But those videos are sowing seeds of doubt in Baabin’s mind. How can Chian even do this to him? Is he blind? Doesn’t he realize Fou4Mod is the perfect partner anyone could want? Handsome, funny, adventurous. How could anyone even compare?!When the next video starts, Baabin finds himself focusing more on that boy. Bua. He looks weird. Brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. Baabin almost thought he was a foreigner at first, before seeing some of the videos he made with his mom. Mixed then. His dad is probably white. Maybe European.He’s not ugly. Sure, there is something striking about his features, like someone fooled around with the skins of a video game character, but he’s not ugly. His hair looks almost copper in some lightning, reminiscent of Lisa’s in one of her solo music videos, and his skin seems to glow on camera.But it’s not just his physical appearance.There is something magnetic about him. In the fluid grace of his movements. Something that makes it hard to look away.Before he realizes what he’s doing, Baabin is zooming in on Bua's face, examining every detail of his expression during a particularly intense choreo. The slight bump on the bridge of his nose, the sweat beading at his temples, the depth of his cupid’s bow. Baabin’s heart does a strange little flip in his chest at the way Bua’s eyes crinkle when he laughs.The realization of what he’s doing hits Baabin like a splash of cold water. Heat creeps up his neck and he quickly locks his phone, his room going dark. Baabin lays there for a while, trying to process the complex mix of emotions swirling in his chest. Finding another boy pretty isn’t new to him, but...His phone buzzes with a notification, Fou4Mod's name appearing at the top of the screen, and just like that, Baabin's thoughts find their way back to his best friend.Pushing away the lingering image of blue eyes and rosy cheeks is easy. Whatever he's been feeling moments ago fading into the background as he opens Fou4Mod's text, falling back into familiar patterns of longing and hope.      4The nail salon is buzzing with the gentle hum of conversation and whirring fans, the faint scent of acetone hanging in the air. Rows of colourful nail polish bottles line up the walls like tiny jewels, but Baabin’s attention keeps wandering back towards Bua.They’re sort of friends now.Baabin has come to realize everything he thought about him was wrong. And that behind Bua's confident exterior lay layers of complexity Baabin is still slowly getting to know.Like how Bua is not this antagonist Fou4Mod built him up to be whenever he would confide into Baabin. He’s just a boy, who didn’t like being anyone’s second choice. Baabin can’t say he doesn’t relate.Sure, the way he handled things with Chian was f@ck@d, but Baabin knows how much Bua regrets how things went down. He’s been beating himself about it constantly.So as far as Baabin can tell, Bua is pretty awesome.He’s funny, kind, and always there whenever Baabin needs someone to hear him rambling about life. He’s got a sharp tongue too, but everything he says comes from the heart. He’s also more self-conscious than he lets on, often overthinking things and worrying about how others perceive him.Witnessing those cracks in his persona makes Baabin appreciate him even more.It’s also nice to be friend with someone who doesn’t randomly abandon him whenever they’re hanging out because he has something better to do. Not that Baabin is targeting anyone in particular…“Do you think these two go along?”Baabin takes a look at the two bottles Bua is showing him.“No, I think that one is already nice.”Bua nods.“Pretty. Period.”“Period.”“Period.”Baabin smiles to himself at their exchange, glancing at Bua to see if he’s smiling too, but his eyes are drawn to something else.With the way Bua is crouching down, the fabric of his skirt falls naturally around his thighs, exposing the pale skin there. It looks soft, even lighter than the rest of Bua’s body, untouched by the sun probably.Baabin wonders if he’ll find any freckles if he looks hard enough, like the ones he noticed scattered across Bua's shoulders when he was in a tank top once. Bua is wearing shorts under his skirt, loose ones that do a great job protecting his modesty, so it’s not like there is something irrevocably s@xual about the image… and yet…Baabin can’t help his thoughts from wandering traitorously, imagining the kind of underwear Bua might wear underneath it all. He seems like someone who'd go for designer briefs – Calvin Klein maybe, like the idols in those viral photoshoots.He probably shaves too. Baabin never tried it on himself, too terrified of what could go wrong if he messes up, but Bua is not one to scare easily. Heat pools low in Baabin’s belly at the image taking shape in his mind. He wonders what feels smoother, the skin of Bua’s inner thighs or –“What are you looking at?”Bua's voice cuts through Baabin's inappropriate reverie like a gunshot.Shame floods through him when he meets Bua's eyes, finding them sharp with a knowing glint as he rocks on the ball of his feet. Baabin’s face burns hot enough to rival the salon's UV lamps, and suddenly, he’s mad at Bua for putting him into this predicament.“Sit nicely.”Baabin lowers his gaze, pretending to find the nail polishes on his left more interesting than they are. It’s awkwardly silent for a moment, some kind of weird tension lingering in the air.“You too.”Baabin looks back at Bua, then down at himself, embarrassed to acknowledge he did a terrible job pretending he wasn’t just ogling Bua earlier. He stands up abruptly, needing to be anywhere but this enclosed space with Bua, and the feelings the other boy is awakening in him.It’s nothing like his crush on Fou4Mod. That had been safe, distant - all butterflies and dreamy sighs. This is different. Sudden and overwhelming.Now, standing in this tiny salon with the evidence of his attraction so plainly exposed, Baabin feels like he might burst. Every emotion he’s unconsciously been suppressing bubbling just beneath his skin, threatening to spill over.The nail polish bottles surround him in a rainbow of possibilities, but all he can think about is the dangerous territory he just wandered into.
  3
The alley behind the nail salon is dimly lit, the air heavy with humidity and the scent of polished nails.Bua and Baabin sit side by side, feet resting on top of each other as they compare designs. Baabin’s right leg is thrown over Bua’s, bringing them impossibly closer. The skinship isn’t new to their friendship, but Baabin can’t pretend he didn’t do it on purpose this time, just so he could have an excuse to touch Bua.He still doesn’t know what to do with all those feelings wreaking havoc inside him, but he’s too tired to keep fighting them. Bua smells good, a little sweaty, but mostly sweet from his perfume. Baabin wants to bury his nose in the place where his shoulder meets his neck, and breathe in deeply.“It looks like a match.”Baabin knows. He chose that design on purpose earlier, compelled to match with Bua in any way he could.  “It looks the same. Just in different colours.”“Your design is bigger!” Bua whines.“Just a bit bigger.”Bua reaches for his phone, opening his camera app to take a picture of it.“Are you gonna post it in your story?”“Maybe not.”Just for him then. Baabin has a hard time repressing his smile.“Send me the pic.”They go back to playing footsie. There is something intimate and sensual about the act, especially in the stilled silence. Baabin wonders if Bua is feeling the same rush he does.“Your foot is soft.”Baabin raises his head to pout at Bua, smiling when he sees the confused look on his face. He uses that newly found knowledge to his advantage, caressing the planes of Bua’s feet with his toes. It’s wild, how a bare brush of skins can send electricity zipping through him.They both look at each other at the same time, something unspoken crackling in the air between them.“Yeah?”Bua simply shrugs, so Baabin adverts his gaze.Just hours ago, their friendly banter felt easy and light. Now, under the yellow streetlight, everything about Bua feels amplified. So weighty, yet so fragile.Bua is already looking at him when Baabin steals another glance. It makes him feel shy. This tension simmering between them leaving him breathless.Baabin doesn’t expect it when Bua finally leans in. The world blurs as his lips find his, a little wet, but so soft. Baabin barely has time to process the feeling before Bua is pulling back.Bua is looking at him expectantly, the hint of a smile pulling the corner of his lips up. Lips that Baabin felt against his own just a second ago. Baabin rubs them together, searching for the taste of Bua’s lip balm.“Do you feel it?”What? This attraction between them? Like they’re two stars bound to crash into each other? Or does he mean the taste his mouth left behind?“I can feel it.”Baabin nods, eager.“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to try that. Felt like a wet jelly.”“Huh?” Bua frowns, laughing.When he inclines his head towards him, his hair brushes up against Baabin’s nose. The smell of his shampoo makes him feel heady. Inside his chest, his heart is beating like a drum. He wants to kiss Bua again. Take the time to really savour the experience this time.Luckily, Bua seems to read his mind.“Again?”Baabin nods imperceptibly, his thoughts already wandering off. Bua leans in to kiss him a second time, just as soft and sweet as the first. But they both want more, and soon enough, they’re kissing for real. Slow and deliberate.As corny as it sounds, Baabin finally understands what love songs are all about. He tries to mimic Bua’s movements, following his lead, every brush of lips reminding him of the soft petals of a flower. Baabin thought kissing would be harder, but it’s relatively simple, intuitive. Or maybe it’s just because he’s kissing Bua.They take a few breaths here and there, attuned to each other in a way Baabin never felt with anyone else before. He brings his hand to the side of Bua’s face, this need to touch more of him, incandescent in his chest.The tingling in his lips spreads like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body. Each kiss pulling him deeper, away from the outside world. Baabin wishes time would stop, so he could be frozen in this moment with Bua forever.Eventually, all good things come to an end.Bua breaks the kiss first, with one last peck. The loss of contact leaves an ache inside Baabin’s chest. But Bua is smiling, carefree. Beautiful. The glow from the overhead light softenening every feature, drawing Baabin in, an insatiable gravity that makes his blood rush through his ears.He leans in for one more kiss, just when Bua decides to break the silence.“Do you have feelings for me now?”Baabin’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach. The reality of what transpired between them finally hitting him. What the f@ck was he thinking?! Being friend with Bua is one thing, but this? He can’t do this to Fou4Mod.“Oh, no. I just wanted to try.”The lie comes easily enough. After all, Baabin has been looking forward to his first kiss for a while now, so it’s only a half truth.Bua remains quiet as Baabin slides his leg off him, but he looks sad and disappointed. Baabin can see the way he’s trying his hardest not to show the hurt in his eyes, but Baabin can see right through him.Maybe that’s the problem.
  2
Baabin lies across the mattress, his head resting comfortably between Bua’s thighs, as the other boy gently applies cream to his face, his fingers gliding over his skin with ease. Baabin closes his eyes, soaking into his touch.“There, you can’t get this type of treatment at any clinics.”Baabin hums, feeling nothing but pure bliss. After a few seconds, a subtle tension rises into Bua’s body, Baabin senses the shift in the brief hesitation of his fingers. He understands the reason once he settles back into his own body, the familiar sensation of arousal stirring low in his belly. Baabin’s breathing hitches. The slight shiver of realization dawning on him.The atmosphere thickens, and Baabin sits up abruptly, quickly putting distance between them. He turns his body to shield his erection as he lies on his front, grabbing his phone to distract himself. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, not just from embarrassment, but from a sudden awareness of feelings he danced around for too long.Bua joins him, shifting on the mattress until they’re lying close together. He thankfully doesn’t comment on what just happened, and so, the quiet comfort returns. They share laughter over memes and light-hearted banter, ignoring the unresolved tension bubbling in the air.“Have you ever hooked up with Fou4Mod?”The question catches Baabin off guard.“That’s nuts. I still get nervous hitting on him. Never.”“Are you upset?”“Nope.”“That’s a lie.” Bua snorts, rolling onto his back. “Well, me neither.”“Are you upset?”“Nope.”Baabin smiles, unsure of where this conversation is going, but amused nonetheless.“Have you ever wanted to try it?”That’s such a weird question. Of course, Baabin has thought about sex before, and wanted to try it! There is only so much self-control he can have over his thoughts, and the dreams he’s been having lately are… pretty explicit.“Yeah.”“With whom?”This seems like a trick question.“No one.”“Right.”“I’m serious.”Baabin focuses back on his phone, praying for this conversation to be over soon.“I want it too.”Baabin tears his gaze away from his screen at the speed of light. His mouth feels dry all of the sudden, parched. He didn’t realize Bua’s face was so close. Baabin could lean down and –“What are you looking at?”Sh@t. Baabin looks the other way, willing for his heart to stop pounding. They both stay silent after that, looking everywhere but at each other.“Can I try it with you?”Bua’s voice is gentle, his suggestion hanging in the air, almost shyly.“Do you think that’s a good idea?”“Why?”Because a few weeks ago, Bua confessed his feelings for him in the middle of a zoom call.“I’ve never done it before.”“Never have I!”“Oh.”The atmosphere shifts. Baabin’s pulse quickens. Conflict stirring within him. It’s one thing to have a whole bunch of feelings he doesn’t want to acknowledge for Bua; it’s another entirely to play into what he’s suggesting, and cross that invisible line.Especially after they kissed already.But Baabin is nothing but a m@s@ch@st.“So, what is it supposed to be like?”Bua doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls himself up, grabbing onto Baabin’s legs so he can turn him over.“Come here.”Baabin goes, willingly. Curious to see what Bua has in mind, thoughts fuzzy with arousal.“Do you know how to do it?”“Calm down.”Bua takes place between his legs, folding Baabin's body so that the hollows of his knees can rest on his shoulders. Baabin’s breath catches into his throat at the sight. He likes the way Bua looks on top of him, strong and defiant. A glint of mischief in his eyes, and something more burning in his gaze.“It’s all about body movement, right? Like this?”Baabin almost loses his mind when Bua’s hand slide down his thigh, playing with the hem of his shorts. He doesn’t know if he’s ready for what’s coming. Bua is unpredictable. Images flash through Baabin’s mind at record speed. Real life mixing up with fantasies and dreams he had about him.“No that’s not it.” Baabin says, forcing Bua’s hands of him before pushing him down. “Here. Lie down.”“And this is…”Baabin finds out that he quite likes being on top of him as well. Bua looks so cute with his cheeks flushed and his hair messy. The look in his eyes is everything. It makes Baabin feels powerful and desired.“That’s not it.”“It’s hurting my knees.” Baabin confesses in a laugh.“Come here.”Despite his previous statement, Baabin finds himself on all fours again, hanging on to the armchair for dear life after being manhandled.“Oh! Easy, easy!”Bua climbs up behind him, bracketing his legs with his and tilting Baabin’s ass until he's aligned with his crotch. They are still wearing clothes, yet Baabin has to fight off a head rush when Bua starts driving him back and forth with the hold he has on his waist.“Do you know how to do this?”“It’s like a dog.”God… Bua is humping him. What the f@ck is his life actually?Bua’s hands on his sides leave goosebumps in their wake where his sweater riled up. Baabin has to regain control of the situation before Bua can reach the front of his shorts. He turns around, pushing the other boy until he’s sitting up cutely in the middle of the bed. The fondness in his gaze as he glances up at Baabin nearly earns him a kiss.Baabin is walking on thin ice right now.“Lie down.”Bua goes starfish on the bed, but Baabin has other plans. He pushes him onto his stomach, leaning down for a quick peck on his cheek before stepping aside.“Hey! Where are you going?”Baabin has absolutely no idea. Logic has all but completely left the chat, all he knows is that he’s feeling good, and that he wants to see how far they can go before chickening out. He gets rid of the headband keeping his hair back, before doing the same with his sweater, throwing it carelessly on the ground.“Baa… seriously.”Baabin jumps on him, tangling their legs together and shifting around until he’s draped all over Bua with his thigh in-between his. He thrusts up once, teeth digging into his bottom lip, both from the little sparks of pleasure spreading through his body, and the smile he’s trying to supress.“Again?” Bua asks demurely.They both giggle when Baabin does it again, wild and carefree. Baabin brushes his jawline with his nose, taking in deep breaths of his perfume. Bua always smells so good to him.They stay in the same position for a bit, flushed together, Bua’s hand in his hair while Baabin breathes him in. Bua’s lips are so close. Baabin wants to kiss him.“What we’re doing… that’s kind of what a couple would do. Don’t you think?”The bubble bursts.Baabin shuts his eyes, basking into this feeling a little longer before he ultimately has to pull away. Bua doesn’t fight him, his eyes burning a hole through the side of Baabin’s head as he puts his sweater back on.“What are you doing?”“Sorry. I thought we were just close friends.”A few moments later, Baabin will break Bua’s heart a third time. Using hurtful words and his worst insecurities to keep him away from him, unknowingly sealing both of their fates.It’s a chance, that Bua is nothing if not forgiving.  1This has to be heaven.Bua’s fingers gently stroking his hair. Their legs, tangled as they lie on his bed, just like they did that infamous night. Baabin could stay like this forever.His heartbeat is still wild from the rush of his earlier confession, reminiscent of the butterflies flying around in his stomach. He just can’t believe Bua’s finally his.This is the happiest Baabin’s ever felt. Nothing can come close. Not even the day Fou4Mod managed to get them tickets for Blackpink.Baabin lets out a happy sigh, burying his face into the fabric of Bua’s top. His smell is getting familiar. Slightly musky and yet fresh, the wisps of fig leaves and mandarin from his perfume, usually enough to make Baabin’s head turn, but not right now. Not when all he wants is for Bua to wrap himself around him until Baabin disappears completely, hidden in the divot of his collarbone forever. Still, he can’t help but crane his neck a little, and brush his nose along the smooth skin of Bua’s throat.“Knock it off.” Bua says, laughter making his voice sound lighter. “That tickles.”“Oh, sorry!”Baabin lifts his head, seeking a kiss, only for Bua to pull back with a soft chuckle.“Clean your face first,” he says, gesturing at his tear-and-snot-streaked cheeks. “Then we’ll see if you deserve a kiss.”“D@mn, my boyfriend is so mean!”Bua shoos him to the bathroom, but not fast enough for Baabin to miss the way his lips curled upon hearing the word 'boyfriend', or the blush tinting his cheeks.After peaking at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, Baabin has to admit Bua had a point. His face is a mess; slightly bloated, the tip of his nose nearly as red as his eyes. Not exactly kissable.As he reaches for a tissue, Baabin notices the discarded box of hair dye and black contact lenses in the trash. The sight brings back his cruel words from that night, heart sinking as he remembers the quiet sniffles that followed while Bua had his back turned to him.Baabin returns to the bedroom with a clean face and a heavy heart.Bua is on his phone, but he quickly throws it towards the foot of the bed once Baabin crawls over to him. He notices something is wrong right away, his eyes widening in concern as he pulls himself up into a sitting position.“What is it?”Baabin looks down, ashamed by his previous behaviour.“I’m sorry about what I said that night. I don’t even know why I did it. I didn’t mean a word of it.”Bua hums thoughtfully.“It’s okay. It’s not like you’re the first person who commented on my hair, or my eyes. I lived here my entire life. I know what people see when they look at me. And it’s not like they’re wrong…”Baabin feels a muscle in his neck twist painfully when he snaps his head back up.“Don’t say that! People are just ignorant and jealous.” He pauses, looking for the right words to make Bua understand how wrong he is. “You’re so beautiful! You could easily pass as an idol if you wanted!”This has the merit of making Bua laugh.“An idol? Seriously? Now, I know you're exaggerating.”Baabin vehemently shakes his head.“D@mn,” Bua breathes out, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You must really want to kiss me.”Baabin’s brain short circuits.“No. I mean, yes!”His eyes drop to Bua’s lips, glossy and pink from the lip balm he probably reapplied earlier when Baabin was still in the bathroom. The memory of their first kiss still lingers in the back of his mind. The air had been thick and wet that night. The chills traveling his body as their lips touched new and exciting.“I want to kiss you again, but I really meant what I said. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”Something almost vulnerable flashes across Bua’s face, but he quickly leans back into a teasing expression.“Okay. Thank you.”There’s a moment where they both just stare at each other, before Bua breaks the silence again.“You’re pretty hot too by the way.”Baabin smiles, bumping his shoulder against Bua’s.“Oh, really?”“Of course. You think I’d want to kiss ugly people with that face?”Baabin’s eyes follow the motion of Bua’s fingers as he points at himself, then his tongue as he wets his lips. The butterflies in Baabin’s stomach are going crazy by just remembering what it felt like to kiss him.“Does that mean I can – ”“Just kiss me Baa.”Baabin does.Just like their first kiss, it’s easy to fall into a rhythm. It’s like Bua knows instinctively just what to do to pick Baabin apart and pull him back together.Time seems to dissolve as Baabin loses himself in the sensations. His world narrowing down to the gentle press of Bua's lips against his, the warmth of their shared breath, and the way their bodies fit together as Bua lies back down on the mattress, pulling Baabin on top of him.Bua deepens the kiss first, the slip of his tongue, nearly enough to make Baabin moan. It feels strange for a few seconds, until it isn’t. Each new kiss like sipping on the sweetest nectar, leaving Baabin dizzy with want.Bua throws one of his legs around his waist, dragging them impossibly closer. Baabin’s breath catches in his throat. He can feel himself growing hard in his shorts, and he almost pulls back, but that’s before he feels an echoing hardness in Bua’s pants.When he does pull back, it’s just so he can gauge Bua’s reactions. His boyfriend’s eyes flutter open, the blue nearly swallowed completely by the black of his dilated pupils. His entire face is flushed, lips even darker than before, wet, from Baabin’s mouth. He’s so f@ck@ng pretty. It hurts to look at him.The bed creaks when Baabin adjusts his position, pushing their fronts flush together. Pleasure courses through him like lightning. He knows what’s happening is normal, logical even. They’re two boys after all, but feeling Bua’s length against his hits different. It’s the knowledge that Baabin is not alone in this. Bua wants him just as much.“Don’t stop.”All at once, the atmosphere in Bua’s room changes drastically.“Sorry. Was just making sure – ”Baabin doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Bua kisses him.It’s not the same as before. Baabin can almost taste the l@st on Bua’s tongue. He rolls his hips forward, the sensations leaving them both gasping. They grind like this for a while. Keeping up with the kissing is kinda f@ck@ng up their rhythm, but they don’t seem able to stop, and the friction feels too good to really care that much.Baabin feels intoxicated by Bua's presence, by the soft sighs escaping from his mouth, by the way his fingers tangle in his hair. Baabin’s entire body feels warm and tingly, his nerves fizzing with electricity. He’s about to ask Bua if they should stop to free themselves from their pants, when his boyfriend suddenly freezes and throws his head back in a low moan.Did he just –Oh, f@ck.There’s more. Bua smiles after he comes, a discovery that wrecks Baabin in ways he can’t even begin to explain. It’s one of the hottest things Baabin’s ever seen. Top 3 at least.He slows down his grinding so Bua doesn’t feel oversensitive, but his boyfriend spreads the fingers of his right hand across his asscheek, pushing him back and forth against him. And Baabin… well Baabin is just a boy, so it doesn’t take too long for him to follow.The pleasure grows, spreading through him like honey, sweet and syrupy, until finally, he tips over the edge. For a second, Baabin feels like he’s floating and drowning all at once. His fingers tighten in Bua's shirt, anchoring himself to this moment, to this feeling, to Bua.His muscles spasm one last time, and then Baabin is sagging onto Bua’s chest. His boyfriend lets out an ‘oof’ as all of his weight collapses on top of him, but Baabin can’t find the strength in himself to move.“Did you die?” Bua murmurs after a minute, poking Baabin’s cheek with one finger. Baabin groans in response. He kind of feels like he just did.“A little.”Bua snickers under him, and now that’s enough motivation for Baabin to move around, just so he can see his face. Bua is always pretty when he laughs. His boyfriend’s hair is a mess, and his eyes are big and sparkly in the low light of the room. The look in them mirrors everything Baabin is feeling. That same mixture of wonder, fondness and pride.This time, Baabin kisses him first. A soft peck that makes his heart flutter in his chest.He’d like nothing more than to stay like this forever, but after a few more minutes of tranquillity, Bua pushes him off and rolls to the other side of the bed. He tries to stand up, grimacing at the mess in his pants. Baabin can relate, it really doesn’t feel great.“Ew.” Bua scrunches his nose. “I need to shower, or I am going to die of ick.”“M’kay.” Baabin murmurs. “I’m gonna take a nap.”“You will do no such thing!” Baabin screams as Bua grabs his leg and pulls until he’s at the end of the bed. “I won’t force you to shower, but there are wet wipes inside the drawer. Please, use them.”“Whatever… you owe me a new pair of briefs!”Bua already left, but his laughter travels from the bathroom, all the way down to Baabin’s heart.
  +1
“Absolutely not.”“Does it look like I’m asking for your opinion?”The alley is quiet, a stark contrast to the busy streets just a few blocks away. It makes their voices ring even louder.Bua crosses his arms over the sheer, gauzy black fabric covering his chest. The material clings to his skin, dipping into a round collar that leave his shoulders exposed. The design does nothing to hide Bua’s nipples or the curve of his waist, the entire outfit rendered even more sinful by the black skinny jeans and smokey eye makeup.“You can’t possibly be serious.” Baabin says, hands balling into fists. “This is too revealing.”Bua scoffs.“Are you kidding me? It fits the theme!”Baabin knew this dance challenge would be a bad idea. He should have expected something like this to happen after Bua excitedly showed him Diamond and Lego’s music video.“Yeah, well… I don’t feel comfortable with you parading yourself around on camera in those clothes! You’re my boyfriend.”Bua has the nerve to roll his eyes.“You’re being ridiculous. It’s not like I’m going to run off with one of our viewers!”“It’s not about that. It’s about respect.”The air sizzles with tension.“Respect?” Bua laughs bitterly. “Respect for what? Your child’s tantrum? Your possessiveness?!”Baabin’s heart sinks. The fight is escalating. He can see the anger flickering in Bua’s eyes. Then the flicker turns to something deeper—hurt. Bua's expression shifts, lips trembling as he tries to hold back tears.“Bua, I—” But the words feel too heavy, caught in Baabin’s throat. “I’ll go get changed.”Baabin leaves with his tail between his legs, their argument still ringing in his ears while he changes into the outfit Bua picked out for him. Baabin steps out of the public toilet, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. The moon is high in the sky, its crescent shape similar to a downward smile.Bua is leaning against the wall, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he spots Baabin returning. The tension hanging in the air is palpable. Did he expect Baabin to bail and go home?“I wasn’t sure you’d stick around.” Bua says, his voice steady but laced with fragility.Baabin shuffles on his feet.“I, uh… I was being dumb earlier,” he confesses. “I'm just not used to this. To dating.” His gaze drifts, focusing anywhere but Bua. “And it annoys me when people hit on you online.”Baabin steps closer, searching for the right thing to say.“I just…don't want people looking at you that way.”Bua breathes loudly through his nose.“That’s kind of toxic. You can’t control the way I dress, or the way other people will look at me.” His voice wavers. Each word dripping with frustration and vulnerability. “I thought you trusted me.”Baabin reaches out, his fingers brushing against Bua's arm.“I’m sorry, you’re right. And I do trust you. It’s all these stupid thoughts in my head… They make me insane.”The moonlight casts a silver glow on Bua’s tear-streaked face.“I understand where you’re coming from. It just sucks that you have to keep hurting me whenever you don’t know how to handle your feelings.” Bua murmurs, voice barely a whisper. “I felt really good about that outfit, but now, I don’t know.”Baabin looks down, shame and guilt eating away at him. Bua deserves the world, not a boyfriend drowning in his own insecurities. It strikes him how poorly he handled the situation.“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He pauses, taking the time to take into Bua’s entire outfit, before brushing his fingers under his eyes, collecting the mixture of tears and kohl there “You’re insanely beautiful. And I just need to learn to deal with it.”Bua’s expression softens, a small smile breaking through.A silence falls between them, light and comfortable. It feels like an unspoken truce.“I might have an idea. Would it help if we recorded while I wear something of yours?” Bua suggests, a playful glint in his eyes. “A mark?”Baabin blinks, momentarily bewildered.“What do you mean?”“A hickey,” Bua explains, a smirk teasing his lips. “You know… where everyone can see it.”Baabin’s cheeks flush.“You want me to… really?”“Yeah. Show them I’m taken.”Baabin nods wordlessly.He pulls Bua a little further away, into some sort of alcove, not wanting to attract the attention of the few people who sometimes pass by. It's dimmer where they are, the light from the streetlamps not reaching them, but Baabin can see the blush on Bua's cheeks and the twinkle of eagerness in his eyes even in the dark.Baabin takes into the planes of bare skin at his disposal, choosing the dip of Bua’s collarbone near his shoulder. He leans forward, hesitant but eager, suddenly very aware that he doesn’t know what the f@ck he’s doing. Uncertainty courses through him as his lips graze Bua’s skin, and he bites down just a bit too firmly.Bua gasps in pain, then bursts into laughter.“Hey! Not so hard!” Bua chuckles, rubbing the spot. “I’m not sure you should be using your teeth at all. At least not like that.”“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Baabin laughs too.When they’ve both calmed down, Baabin takes a deep breath, before pressing two fingers to Bua’s jaw, choosing an easier spot.This time he’s gentler, hot breath fanning against the skin of his throat. Bua sighs, eyes falling closed at the sensation, tilting his head to allow him better access. It’s nice. Lips, teeth, tongue. Baabin gets lost in the feeling of his own mouth moving along Bua’s skin.He gets a little carried away, leaving mark after mark everywhere he has access to. Bua makes those breathless little noises whenever Baabin hits a particularly sensitive spot, which only serves to spur him on. He keeps nipping and sucking and biting. Until Bua has to forcibly push him back.“We still have a challenge to record.”His voice is so breathy. He sounds like he just came in his pants.Baabin’s eyes drift down, straight to Bua’s crotch, only half surprised to see him sporting an extremely obvious b@n@r. His own blood rushes south when he takes into the whole picture Bua makes. Pupils blown, face flushed. Baabin’s marks proudly adorning his skin like a necklace.“Don’t even think about it.” Bua warns, and he sounds serious. “And stop looking at me like you want to eat me!”Baabin whines, pressing his face into Bua’s shoulder.“What am I supposed to do? You’re like every wet dream I’ve ever had.”“Ha-ha!” Bua shouts triumphant. “I knew you were fantasizing about me back then! You’re such a liar!”Baabin gives him the most deadpan stare he can muster, but Bua is too busy celebrating to notice it.“Whatever.”They wait until their excitement simmer down before going back to filming the dance challenge. Having already recorded the first part of the song earlier, the only thing missing is the sensual bridge part. Baabin thought he would struggle a lot more given the number of times they need to be pressed up against each other, but the atmosphere is lighter than he expected.It’s like something shifted after their fight from earlier. Baabin knows there will probably be more challenging moments ahead, but he feels oddly secured.He steals a quick kiss from Bua after making him twirl, happiness spreading from their lips to the tip of his toes. Bua responds with a laugh, his body moving like poetry. It leaves Baabin breathless. His boyfriend always looks radiant when he’s dancing.It’s wild to think that a little more than a year ago, Baabin only knew him through his screen.So many things changed since then. Baabin finally knows what to do with these feelings that have been sprouting between his ribs like wildflowers. He’ll store them in every praise, every touch and every kiss from now on. Because he’s in love with Bua, and that doesn’t scare him anymore.
  The end.'
User: Summarize the chapter based on the content provided, ensuring to follow the set format and emphasize key aspects within the specified length.
User: Summarize the chapter based on the content provided, ensuring to follow the set format and emphasize key aspects within the specified length.
Assistant: