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Final Chapter

The fan meet for Pitbabe 2 had wrapped up hours ago, and the buzz of the fans’ excitement still lingered in the air. P’Sai and Pon had spent the entire day being playful, performing for the fans with their signature chemistry that always left everyone wondering if there was more to their on-screen connection. The energy of the day had been intense, but now, back in their hotel room, the world outside felt far away.

They were alone, in the quiet, where everything between them was real.

P’Sai sat on the edge of the bed, watching Pon brush his hair in the mirror. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting a gentle light over Pon’s face. It struck P’Sai how beautiful Pon was in these moments—unguarded, calm, and just him. He wasn’t the character the fans adored, nor the co-star P’Sai sparred with during their scenes. He was just Pon, and P’Sai realized that this version of him, the one he got to see in private, was the version he loved the most.

Love. 

The word echoed in P’Sai’s mind, and he felt his heart speed up. He had been holding it in for weeks now, trying to convince himself that it was too soon, that they should be careful, that he wasn’t ready to say it. But watching Pon now, he knew it was time.

Pon turned to face him, catching his reflection in the mirror. His eyes softened when they met P’Sai’s, and he gave a small smile as he sat next to him on the bed.

Pon, playfully nudging him:  
"You’re staring, P’Sai."

P’Sai chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Pon’s ear.

P’Sai: 
"I can’t help it. You’re… kind of perfect, Jum."

Pon’s smile widened at the nickname. Jum. It was something only P’Sai called him, a name that had become so special between them. But something in P’Sai’s voice made Pon’s heart skip a beat. There was a seriousness there, a weight that made him pause.

Pon:  
"What’s going on in that head of yours?"

P’Sai looked down at his hands for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before meeting Pon’s gaze again. His chest tightened, but in a good way. This was it.

P’Sai, softly:  
"Jum, I… I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About what we have, what we’ve been through together, and… I can’t hold this in any longer."

Pon’s breath caught, his heart starting to race. He could feel the tension in the air between them, and he knew something important was coming.

P’Sai, his voice filled with emotion:
"I love you, Pon."

There it was. The words hung in the air, and Pon felt everything around him still. P’Sai had finally said it—the thing Pon had been waiting for, the thing that had been growing between them for so long. 

Tears welled in Pon’s eyes as he reached out, cupping P’Sai’s face in his hands. He didn’t even try to stop the smile that broke out across his face.

Pon, his voice soft but sure:
"I love you too, P’Sai."

The moment felt surreal, like something out of a dream. But it was real—more real than anything they had ever experienced before. They had kissed countless times on set, had shared moments of affection in private, but *this* was different. This was a declaration, a promise.

P’Sai let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and a smile spread across his face. Without a word, he pulled Pon into his arms, their lips meeting in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with the weight of everything they had been through together.

When they finally pulled apart, Pon rested his forehead against P’Sai’s, their breaths mingling as they stayed close.

P’Sai, whispering:  
"I don’t know what the future holds for us, Jum. But I know I want you in it. I don’t care about the rumors, or the fans, or what anyone else thinks. All I know is that I love you, and I want to be with you."

Pon’s heart swelled at P’Sai’s words. He had been afraid—afraid of what loving P’Sai would mean, of how their careers would change, of how they could keep their relationship safe in the public eye. But in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that they had each other.

Pon, softly:  
"I want to be with you too. We’ll figure it out together."

P’Sai kissed him again, deeper this time, as if sealing their promises to each other. When they pulled away, they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, content to just be close.

The future was uncertain, but for the first time, neither of them cared. They had each other, and that was more than enough.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, still wrapped in each other’s warmth, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Because now, they had something that no one else could touch—love.

And in the quiet of the night, P’Sai whispered one last thing before sleep took them both.

P’Sai, murmuring:  
"Goodnight, my Jum meng."

Pon smiled against P’Sai’s chest, his heart full.

Pon:  
"Goodnight, P’Sai. I love you."