Butterjin's dressing room offered a welcome respite from the bustling set. He dragged a chair towards the large mirror, wanting to wipe off the heavy makeup and change into something comfortable. As he reached for a cleansing wipe, he noticed Phii Ohm standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed intently on butter

Phii Ohm's eyes followed his every movement, a silent intensity in their depths.

"Phii, are you okay?" Butter asked softly, his brow furrowing with concern. "Do you need water or anything?"

Ohm swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. 

"Can… can you try to kiss me again?"

Butterjin froze, his hand hovering mid-air. His heart skipped a beat. He had noticed the way his boyfriend had been looking at him during the intimate scene, a certain vulnerability and… something else… lingering in his eyes. A part of him, a secret, hopeful part, had even entertained the thought. But to hear Phii Ohm actually say it… it sent a jolt of surprise through him.

Before butter could formulate a response, Phii Ohm seemed to gather a sudden surge of courage. He closed the distance between them, his movements surprisingly swift. He sat on butter's lap, facing him, his hands tentatively circling Butter's neck.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Butter's. It was a hesitant, almost childlike attempt at a kiss. Butter responded, his own lips parting slightly, but Phii Ohm didn't reciprocate. He tried again, a little more pressure this time, but it was still just butter doing all the work. A third and fourth attempt yielded the same result. 

 Phii Ohm's lips were soft against his, but there was no engagement, no return of the kiss.

Butter gently pulled back, his hands resting on Phii Ohm's waist. 

"Phii !!!" Phii Ohm... 

He pulled him closer 

Tee-rak, you do realize you have to kiss me back, right?" he said softly, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the underlying tension.

Ohm's eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck. He looked down, a sheepish expression on his face. He nodded slowly, his fingers tightening their grip on butter's neck.

This time, when their lips met, it was different. There was still a tremor in Phii Ohm's touch, but there was also a newfound willingness, a tentative exploration. Butterjin deepened the kiss, his own emotions swirling within him – surprise, tenderness, and a growing sense of connection.

As they became more intimate, a prickling sensation on the back of butter's neck made him pull away slightly. He scanned the room, a sudden unease settling over him. He could have sworn he had caught a fleeting glimpse of someone watching them from the slightly ajar door of his closet. But as quickly as the feeling had come, it vanished. The door was still slightly open, but there was no one there.

He shook his head slightly, dismissing it as his imagination playing tricks on him. The intensity of the moment with his beloved had probably made him paranoid. He refocused his attention on his man, who was looking at him with a mixture of shyness and anticipation. The earlier unease lingered, a faint shadow in the back of his mind, but for now, butter decided to let it go. He had more pressing matters at hand.