The morning they were supposed to leave nobody was in a hurry.
Bags were packed but unzipped. Checkout was at twelve and it was barely ten. The resort had that quiet end of holiday feeling where everyone is present but already half somewhere else in their heads.
Duan was sitting on the steps outside the main building eating the last of the convenience store snacks he'd brought and scrolling through nothing on his phone when Jun came out with his luggage and sat down a few steps above him.
Duan looked up.
Jun had his sketchbook open again.
Duan looked back at his phone.
Five minutes passed.
"You're quiet," Jun said without looking up.
Duan blinked. Jun had initiated conversation. Jun had initiated conversation unprompted with no visible reason.
He kept his face very neutral. "Just thinking."
"About what."
"Going back." He paused. "Semester starts again in a week."
Jun turned a page. "And?"
"And nothing. Just — it goes fast." Duan picked at the wrapper of his snack. "I feel like I only just got here."
Jun didn't say anything to that. His pencil moved.
Duan looked sideways at him. "What are you drawing?"
"Nothing."
"Can I see?"
"No."
Duan accepted this and looked back at the resort garden in front of them. A bird landed on the low wall across the path and sat there looking important.
"Jun."
"Hm."
"When we get back." Duan kept his eyes on the bird. "Can I still show up in front of you?"
Jun looked up from his sketchbook for the first time. He studied the side of Duan's face for a moment.
"You're asking for permission now?"
"I'm trying to be less annoying."
Jun looked at him for another second. Then back down at his page. "Do whatever you want."
Duan turned to look at him.
Jun was already sketching again, expression completely unchanged, like he hadn't just said something that made Duan's entire chest feel three sizes bigger.
He turned back to the garden.
The bird was still on the wall.
Duan smiled at it like it was personally responsible for the morning going the way it had.
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The van ride back to the city was quiet.
Not the uncomfortable kind. Just the natural quiet of people coming down from three days of sun and salt and too much food. Everyone was in their own heads, earphones in or eyes closed or watching the highway blur past the window.
Duan sat beside Jun and said nothing.
Jun had his headphones on and his sketchbook closed on his lap and his eyes forward. Duan watched the road and let the silence sit between them. His hand rested on the seat close enough to Jun's that he could feel the warmth radiating off him.
He thought about taking it.
He didn't.
He liked where they were. The slow careful pace of it. Jun's shoulders a little less tense than they were three days ago. The way he'd said *do whatever you want* that morning without looking up from his page. Small things. But Duan had learned to read Jun in small things and every single one of them felt like something.
He was in no rush.
He just liked the feeling of Jun slowly becoming more comfortable with him. Liked watching it happen in real time. He wasn't going to push past it.
---
They dropped Dom off first. Then Chawin. Then Fah.
When the van pulled up in front of Jun's building Duan leaned forward and looked up through the window.
He blinked.
The building was enormous. Clean lines, glass facade, the kind of building that had a security desk in the lobby and a concierge and probably a gym on one of the upper floors. Significantly bigger than his brother's condo and that was already not a small place.
He filed that away quietly and got out to help with the luggage.
Jun took his bag from him and their eyes met briefly.
"Get home safe," Duan said.
Jun nodded once. Then he turned and walked toward the entrance and the glass doors slid open for him and he disappeared inside.
Duan stood on the pavement for a moment looking at the building. Then he got back in the van.
Jet was watching him from the other seat with a very specific expression.
"So." Jet settled back comfortably. "How's the talking stage going."
Duan felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. He looked out the window. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"The hand holding on the beach."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Jun let you."
"Jet."
"Jun never lets anyone—"
"Jet."
Jet smiled and said nothing else. He didn't need to.
---
His condo felt smaller after three days of resort air and open water. Duan dropped his bag by the door and fell face first onto his bed without changing.
He lay there for a moment and then reached for his phone.
*I'm home.*
He stared at the ceiling waiting. Jun didn't reply immediately so he dragged himself to the shower, came back, dried his hair halfway and climbed back into bed.
He was asleep before he could check his phone again.
---
The next few days moved slowly the way holidays do when the exciting part is already over.
He visited his parents. Ate his mother's cooking. Let his father lecture him about his grades and nodded at the right moments. Drove back to the city. Watched things on his laptop. Went out with Dom and Fah once for food and spent half of it on his phone.
Every morning he texted Jun something. Every night he texted Jun something.
Jun's replies came a little faster than before. Not by much. But Duan noticed. He noticed everything.
One evening he sent Jun a picture of a badly plated bowl of instant noodles with the caption *made dinner. I think it looks good.*
He was not expecting a reply.
His phone buzzed four minutes later.
*It looks terrible.*
Duan sat up straight on his couch.
He typed back. *You replied just to say that?*
A long pause.
*Don't eat that. Make something proper.*
Duan read it three times. Then he put his phone face down on the cushion and made a sound into the empty living room that he would never be repeating to anyone.
He picked the phone back up.
*Okay* he typed. Then after a second added — *I missed you.*
He put the phone down again immediately.
Read.
No reply.
He smiled at his ceiling anyway.
---
The week passed and resumption crept closer and Duan went to sleep the night before the new semester with his phone on his chest and Jun's last read receipt still sitting unanswered in their chat.
He was okay with that.
He was more than okay with that.