?WilliamEst Oneshots?

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when William Jakrapatr found himself sprawled across the couch, his friends lounging around him. Nut, Hong, Tui, and Lego were all scattered across the living room, chatting about the usual nonsense—movies, music, whatever was trending. Est Supha, who had joined the group a couple of months ago because of William's persistent efforts to drag him into their tight-knit circle, was seated next to him. The two of them had gotten closer over time, with Est slowly warming up to the easygoing dynamics of their group, though he still remained a little reserved compared to the others.

William stretched, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his casual pose. He'd been thinking about this moment all day—the moment he’d finally tell them. He wasn’t sure why he’d kept it a secret for so long, but something about the tattoo felt personal, like a piece of himself he hadn’t shared yet. Maybe he’d been afraid of their judgment. After all, his tattoo was unlike any they might have expected.

"So, guys," William began, his voice suddenly drawing their attention. "I, uh... got something to show you."

The group paused mid-conversation, curiosity lighting up their faces.

"What is it?" Nut asked, eyeing William with a smirk. "Is it a new piercing or something?"

William grinned but shook his head. He sat up on the couch, his arm stretching out toward the group. "Nope. Something... a little more permanent."

He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing his tattoo—a striking skull, surrounded by delicate, swirling flowers, with vibrant detail and intricate shading. The skull had a quiet intensity, while the flowers softened the overall image, creating an unexpected blend of toughness and beauty.

For a moment, the room went silent. The tattoo was bold, and the choice was not something they'd expected from William. The others stared at it, mouths slightly agape, as if trying to comprehend the art on his arm.

Est was the first to break the silence, though his voice was softer than usual. "Wow. That's... intense."

William gave a small laugh, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, I know. It’s kind of random, right?"

Lego, ever the one to break the ice, leaned forward, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Can I colour it in? I mean, it’s already got some shading, but maybe a little more—"

"No," William said, his voice firm but playful. "Definitely not."

The group chuckled, and Lego rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. But just as he was about to protest, Est spoke up, a quiet question hanging from his lips. "Can I? Just... a little?"

Everyone turned to look at Est, who had a gentle, almost childlike innocence in his expression. There was something about his tone—soft and earnest—that made William hesitate. His gaze met Est’s, and for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he found himself saying, "Okay, fine. But just a little."

Lego’s eyes widened in shock, glancing between Est and William. "Wait, what? You just told me no, and now you're saying yes to him?"

William shrugged, the playful glint in his eyes giving away that there was something more to his decision. "Est’s different."

Est blinked, surprised by the sudden allowance. He looked down at the tattoo, his expression turning thoughtful, before he carefully reached for the pack of coloured pens sitting on the coffee table in front of them. His hands were steady, delicate, like he was about to start painting a masterpiece instead of adding a little colour to his friend's tattoo.

As Est opened the pens, the others watched him in silence, completely captivated by his concentration. His brow furrowed just slightly as he selected a soft pink and began to add highlights to the flowers surrounding the skull. There was a certain purity to the way he worked—so innocent, so focused—and it was almost as though he was treating the tattoo with the same tenderness one might show to a fragile piece of art.

William, too, was watching him closely, though he didn’t say a word. He could feel the others’ eyes on them, the room filled with a sort of quiet admiration for Est’s earnestness. The whole scene seemed to shift in that moment, like the tattoo had gone from being just ink on skin to something far more meaningful.

Nut whispered to Tui, his voice barely audible, "He’s so... innocent."

Tui nodded in agreement, his eyes softening as he watched Est’s careful strokes. "Yeah. It’s like he’s adding a little piece of himself to it."

Hong, sitting cross-legged on the floor, added, "He looks so pure doing it. It’s like watching someone draw a dream."

Lego, still stunned by the turn of events, finally let out a low whistle. "Man, Est’s got a thing about him. It’s like he's... a whole different vibe."

As Est coloured in the tattoo, the soft click of the pens and the occasional mutter of approval from him seemed to fill the room. Slowly but surely, the tattoo began to evolve, with each stroke from Est breathing life into it.

William felt a warmth spread through him—something he hadn’t expected. He had always enjoyed being the center of attention, always enjoyed making the rules, but watching Est work on his tattoo with such care, such focus, made him feel something else entirely. It felt like Est had, in his own quiet way, marked this moment as something meaningful.

When Est finished the final touches, he leaned back and smiled at his work—a simple smile that made him seem even younger, even more innocent than before.

The group was quiet for a moment, all of them taking in the tattoo. The colours weren’t overpowering, but they made the flowers pop against the dark skull. It was beautiful in a way none of them had anticipated, and somehow, it felt like it had always been meant to be this way.

William looked at Est and smiled. "Thanks, man," he said, his voice soft. "I think it’s perfect."

Est’s cheeks flushed slightly, but his smile grew. "Anytime."

And in that moment, the group realized something they hadn’t before: sometimes, it wasn’t just about what was on the outside. It was about the people around you—the way they made everything feel like it belonged.

And for William and Est, that moment, as small and as simple as it seemed, was a quiet reflection of their growing bond within a circle of friends who would always have each other's backs, no matter what.