Disclaimer: Merlin (BBC TV Series) belongs to Johnny Capps and Julian Murphy

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Modern AU, Boy Love, Short Chapters (Oneshots)

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Since English is not my first language, I'd like to apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes.

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"Arthur, I need to ask you something," Merlin whispered as he put a bowl of popcorn on the table and sat next to Arthur.

Arthur took a handful without taking his navy blue eyes off the television. His favorite TV show's final episode was on that night and the tall blond wouldn't miss it for the world.

Merlin couldn't understand why Arthur was so addicted to the show. It was a soap opera—not that there's anything wrong with that—but, come on! What so special about that?

Merlin bet if their friends found out about Arthur's addiction, they would have laughed their ass off. Unfortunately, Merlin had promised to keep it a secret. Arthur didn't want anybody knew about this. Especially Morgana. She would definitely make Arthur's life a living hell.

"Arthur, did you hear what I said?"

"Hm...?" Arthur replied, eyes still on the television. But Merlin could tell by the tone of Arthur's voice that he was getting irritated.

The dark brown haired man let out a heavy sigh to get Arthur's attention.

That didn't work.

He then took a magazine from a small table next to the black leathered couch, but had no intention to read it. He flipped the pages, causing a very annoying sound.

Arthur frowned and looked distracted but managed to keep his sight on the TV. The best part of the episode was about to come.

Ok, that is it! Merlin said to himself. He grabbed the remote and immediately turned off the TV.

Arthur gasped. "What on earth...?"

With his eyes wide open, he turned his head. The young actor gritted his teeth and glared at Merlin. He could not believe his lover would do such a thing.

Merlin shrugged, slid to the other side of the couch while bitting his pinkish lower lip. He knew Arthur would be pissed off, but it was the only way to get him off the television.

"Give me the remote," Arthur growled.

The man with high cheek bones swallowed harshly then shook his head.

"Give me the remote... please?" This time Arthur tried to lowered his tone, hoping Merlin's heart would melt so he could continue to watch the rest of the show.

But instead of giving Arthur what he wanted, Merlin chuckled. His thirty-year-old boyfriend's face looked incredibly stupid with puppy eyes and a weird smile.

"Just give me the damn thing, Merlin!" Arthur lost his patience and reached forward towards Merlin. Luckly, Merlin managed to jolt out of his seat and ran off with the remote.

"I need to ask you something, Arthur."

"Well, can't you wait until the show is over?!"

"No. You've been ignoring me for the last forty-five minutes. This addiction of yours is really getting into my nerves!" Merlin snapped and threw the remote on top of the bed.

Frustrated, Arthur threw his athletic body on the couch. Arms crossed. Normally he would have chased Merlin around the apartment, put his muscular arm around Merlin's neck, rubbed his knuckles on the dark brown-haired guy's head and forced Merlin to give him the remote. But that night he was too tired to do all of those things.

Arthur snorted. "Fine. I'm all ears."

Merlin nervously sat on the couch. He leaned forward and brushed his bangs aside, showing his forehead to Arthur. The blond furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Do you think anyone will notice this pimple?" Merlin asked worriedly.

"Huh?"

"You heard what I said."

"Pimple? Pimple?! You turned off the TV and made me missed the last episode of the show, just to ask me about the stupid lump on your goddamn forehead?!"

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Please don't hesitate to correct my grammars/spellings.