Polca fanfic

Let me kiss your paradise

cr. archiveofourown

The institute’s annual New Year’s Eve party had started hours ago, and Tay had never seen the institute so crowded.

The chatter and music was loud, and Tay looked around to see a familiar face. Tay had lost count of how many new people he had met during the night, and he could not remember their names. The whole night was a blur of faces and names.

He felt lost and out of place in the middle of the party. Somebody had given her a glass of champagne. He tried to find a place where to abandon the glass discreetly. 

Somebody tapped his shoulder, and he turned around to see New standing in front of him. He was wearing a huge black puffy coat, and his smile could have outshone the sun.

Tay smiled radiantly, and leaned to kiss his cheek quickly.

“Where are the others?” Tay asked.

“Pluem’s at Chimmon’ place,” New explained, “and Singto disappeared with Krist hours ago.”

He nodded and noticed that New was holding another jacket in his hands. It looked suspiciously lot like his blue peacoat.

“Why do you have my jacket?” He asked with a puzzled expression.

“Because I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, and organize you a surprise,” he said, and handed the jacket to him, “and the coats are an essential part of it.”

Tay’s smile grew bigger, and he bit his lip. “I’m intrigued.”

New laughed, and Tay was convinced it was the most beautiful sound he had heard during that night.

“You better be,” he said.

He took the champagne class from him, and gave it to a man who walked past them. The man was too taken aback to react, and New took Tay’s hand and started to guide her through the crowd.

Tay followed New through the corridors of the Institute. They finally stopped in front of a door, which to Tay looked the same as any other door in the Institute. New only smirked, and pushed the wooden door open.

The room, unsurprisingly, was as any other spread bedroom in the building. Tay did not know why they were in this specific bedroom, but he was grateful to be away from the crowd and only with New.

New, however, walked across the room, and he followed him. New opened the large windows. Tay saw a tiny balcony in front of them.

“I didn’t know the Institute had balconies,” he muttered, as he examined the balcony. It was small, and empty. There was only the railing of the balcony, but the view was breath taking. It was located high enough to give a good view of the skyline of Bangkok, and the night sky.

“This is the only one,” New told, “nobody knows why it’s here.” He poked Tay in the arm. “Put your coat on, you’ll freeze without it.”

Tay obeyed, and glanced around. The place was beautiful, even though it was dimly lit, and the breeze was freezing.

“I’m glad you rescued me from the party,” Tay said, as he looked at New again, “but why are we here?”

New shrugged, but her smile was warm and wistful. He looked at the sky instead of him.

“I’ve always liked the place. I used to come here when I wanted to escape everything. It was kind of my hideout place. I still come here sometimes,” he explained, and wrapped his arms around Tay from the behind. He rested her chin on Tay’s shoulder. “I wanted to show you this place. Besides, you complained earlier that you would miss the fireworks. This is the only place in institute where you can see them.”

Tay leaned into the warm hug. He could easily picture New coming here to avoid rest of the world. It was in solitude, even though one was rarely alone in the institute.

A wave of affection hit Tay as he realised the importance of this place to New, and that he wanted to share this place with him. He felt honoured and privileged.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” he said with a gentle voice.

He hummed as a response.  “Do you like it?” He asked, almost nervously.

“I love it. It’s beautiful,” he whispered.

Tay could imagine herself painting the view. He turned around, as well as he could, because New’s arms were still firmly around him.

He took a deep breath, and smiled affectionately. “I love you.”

It was a sudden realisation, but he knew it to be true. He was in love with him, and he was certain about it.

“Do you mean that?” New’s voice was small and raw. His expression was unreadable.

“I do,” Tay said with a reassuring smile, “more than anything.”

He gently readjusted a strand of his hair.

It broke Tay’s heart a bit that New had to doubt his words, but he could understand him. It was the first time either one of them had said it.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

Tay was giddy. He felt light and invincible at the same time. He felt he was alive, and that nothing could ever be wrong again.

He started to laugh out of pure happiness, and New joined in his laughter.

“I want to kiss you so badly,” New said as soon as he could control his laughter.

“Then kiss me,” he said with snickering, “it’s New Year’s Eve, after all.”

New pulled her closer, and kissed her. The kiss was intense, but incredibly sweet and gentle. It was filled with affection and warmth. Her hands were in her hair, and he could feel her hands sliding along her back gently.

Muffled explosions went New in the distance, and the sky lit up with various bright colours.

Tay gasped slightly when they finally departed for air. He was still resting his forehead against him.

“You’re missing the fireworks,” New pointed out in a gentle voice, and smirked. “None of the clichés how I’m far prettier than the fireworks. I didn’t bring you here for kissing and compliments. We can do that later.”

He pulled away from their embrace, and leaned to the railing of the small balcony.

“Sure,” Tay laughed, and took New’s hand into him.

The fireworks were magnificent. They were bright, colourful and enormous. Yet, Tay kept glancing at his boyfriend, who was smiling a beatific smile.