#fuck it i gave them an early confession cause i like them being together sinde they were young

[hazzybat]

6 bokris pleasee 🩷🙏

...on a falling tear

I went for teenage BoKris for this one. I don't think I've ever written them as teenagers and I was absolutely a bit drunk writing this but I actually kinda love it. Enjoy!

Technically all of them had drunk before. They'd gotten drunk several times in fact even before Kris had turned 18, although he wouldn't tell his parents that. But there was something about tonight, as he was laying on his bedroom floor on the night of his 18th birthday that felt different.

Kris and Jan were sharing a bottle of Jack, at this point in the night taking sips straight from the bottle. Kris was already a bit past buzzed, his speech sloppy and head fuzzy.

He looked up at his friends on the bed, Bojan laughing too loud at a stupid face Jan pulled. He looked so pretty, his hair looking soft, his shirt mostly unbuttoned and his laugh carefree.

Kris felt his chest tighten. He wanted him. Wanted all of him so badly. Normally he could control it, control the way his heart raced every time Bojan glanced at him, that cheeky, jokingly flirtatious smirk on his lips. He could control his thoughts as they asked how Bojan tasted, what noised Kris could pull from him if they were alone in his bed.

Tonight though it was too hard. The reality of being 18, of being an adult and having to think about his future felt to scary. All he could see was Jan and Bojan. All he knew was he wanted them in his life forever and he wanted Bojan so much it hurt.

He sat up, his head spinning slightly as he dragged himself up and stumbled out the door and into the kitchen.

He poured himself some water and tried to ignore the thoughts in his head, the thoughts about kissing Bojan, about holding his hand and calling him his. He jumped when he heard a knock on the wall, spinning around to see his best friend standing in the doorway.

"What's up?" Bojan asked concerned, even if he was swaying slightly and his eyes struggled a bit to focus.

He couldn't stop the truth from pouring out of his. Couldn't hide the pain in his heart.

"I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Bojan asked, stepping closer, his hand reaching for Kris but faltering at the last minute.

"I can't pretend I don't have feelings for you." Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe the late hour but Kris couldn’t make himself care anymore. He needed Bojan to know. He couldn’t keep dancing around him, pretending every touch was platonic, pretending he didn't fantasise about growing old with him, having a family, having a life with him.

"I can't keep pretending I don't love you, more than anyone else." He felt hot tears escape his eyes and stream down his face, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I can't keep doing this so either tell me you love me too or reject me so I can get over you".

Kris couldn't make himself look at Bojan, couldn't bare to see his reaction. He didn't look until he felt lips on his cheek, kissing away the tears still falling. Bojan moved to his lips, pressing softly against his own, then harder, wrapping his arms around Kris’s waist, pulling him close.

Kris’s head spun. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the feeling of Bojan's lips against his that did it but he kissed back, his hand in Bojan's hair, unwilling to have his warmth leave him for even a moment.

"I love you Kris, so fucking much," Bojan said, voice horse and his own tears now falling freely. "I want you so much."

They kissed and kisses and kissed until Kris’s tears were dry and he felt drunk from a different, addicting chemical.

(Bonus bit?)

Kris had almost forgotten they had another member of their friend group until Jan burst in and threw up into the sink next to them.

He rinsed out his mouth and looked up at them, still in each other's arm against the counter.

"Did you finally confess your feelings?" Jan asked, a lopsided smile on his face.