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Once the professor finished roll call, Athit shoved everything into his bag, bent down as if picking something up, and when the professor wasn’t looking, he crawled across the floor, using every sly move to bolt from the classroom. Classmates stared with bizarre looks, but he didn’t care. Someone special waited in the room.
Creak
“Ryu, I’m back! I got porridge, rice soup, and soy milk. Wasn’t sure what you wanted,” Sun shouted, stepping into the room, calling to the person likely still in bed. He placed the food on the table, strode to the bedroom, and grinned at the sight.
His dear one slept soundly on the bed.
Flop
Sun sat on the bed’s edge, eyes on the pale, beautiful face, lips dry, breathing quick like someone feverish. He touched the forehead lightly.
Not as hot as last night.
He half-sat, stroking the sweaty hair gently, wanting to wake Ryu for food and medicine. But seeing Ryu so still, so harmless, he chose to watch longer.
“Mmm… sniff…” Ryu stirred, shaking their head, slowly opening heavy, teary eyes.
Good Lord, even sick, you’re tempting me!
Sun chided himself, eyes widening as Ryu clutched his shirt, asking hoarsely, “Sun… where’d you go? I woke up, and you weren’t here.”
So darn cute.
Sun nearly pounced on the sulky, whiny figure, voice soft and pleading. He held back, pulling Ryu into a loose hug. Ryu didn’t resist, turning from tiger to kitten, snuggling close.
“Class was mandatory, Khrap. I checked in, then snuck out to get you food,” Sun said softly, as if soothing Ryu’s sulky face. Ryu mumbled hoarsely, “My head hurts,” face scrunching, looking ready to cry, clearly uncomfortable. Even loosely held, Sun felt Ryu’s heat.
“Then eat and take medicine. I’ll wipe you down,” Sun said eagerly. Ryu gripped his shirt tighter, shaking their head, asking like a young one, “Can I skip eating, Sun?”
Good Lord, if you’re this cute when sick, I’m doomed!
Sun stared, hands itching to grab Ryu for another round of adorableness. He reminded himself Ryu was sick, but those feverish, pleading eyes and soft “Sun” were overwhelming.
Calm down, your romantic partner’s sick because of you.
“I don’t want medicine. I want sleep… and you can’t leave,” Ryu said.
Oh, I can’t handle this!
Whoosh
“I’ll grab the porridge, Ryu. You must eat to take medicine,” Sun said, leaping up. Staring at Ryu’s face longer, he swore, would worsen the fever. His body throbbed, needing a moment outside.
“Too cute,” Sun muttered, covering his face outside, steadying himself. He took a minute to breathe, poured porridge and water, then returned.
No way, I won’t. Ryu’s sick from days of nonstop love!
“…cough… don’t tell Khun Mâe, I’m fine, just a slight fever… cough…” Ryu said.
What’s with “I”? Who’re they talking to?
Sun froze at the door, squinting. Ryu held their forehead, likely aching, gripping the phone. Anyone hearing Ryu’s voice would know it was pure pleading.
“I want Rarin’s rice soup… cough, no, don’t fly here, I’ll be fine…” If Sun were Rarin, he’d cook and fly from Chiang Mai!
Knowing Ryu had three Phîis, the name seemed right.
But the issue wasn’t that. It was Ryu’s adorable “I” with their sister… so darn cute.
“I miss home,” Ryu said.
Want me to take you home and meet them as your romantic partner?
Sun thought, watching Ryu cough and bury their face in the pillow. He entered, deciding it was time for medicine and a wipe-down.
“Ryu, porridge first,” Sun said.
“Whimper… Rarin, I must go,” Ryu whined, burrowing deeper, speaking in that pleading tone that could melt anyone. Ryu pulled the blanket to their neck, ready to hide after hanging up.
“No one’s here, I’m alone… bye, Khrap,” Ryu said, shaking their head as if the caller heard Sun, then hung up. As predicted, the kitten dove under the blanket. Sun sat beside, setting the porridge bowl nearby.
Grab
“Ryu… eat first,” Sun said, pulling Ryu and blanket into a hug, feeling slight squirming and muffled protests.
“I’m not eating. Not hungry,” Ryu said.
“You must eat, even if not hungry. Come on, good one… eat, then sleep,” Sun urged.
“No,” Ryu said stubbornly. Sun smirked, yanking the blanket off, revealing the disheveled beauty, pouting, face flushed. He wanted to tease but kissed Ryu’s cheek loudly instead, saying softly, “Eat… please, to get better.”
“Whimper, you kissed my cheek,” Ryu said.
Yeah, and if you keep that tone, I’ll do more.
Sun thought, not admitting he never cared for his two sick friends this well. He propped Ryu against the headboard. Ryu fussed, unlike their usual fierce beauty, but sat properly, eyes flicking between porridge and Sun, as if saying, I’m not eating.
Plead all you want, I’ve got ways.
Sun scooped porridge, held it to Ryu’s pale lips, saying softly, “Open up.”
“Mmm,” Ryu obeyed, eating adorably, making Sun beam. Clearly, when sick, Ryu was always spoiled.
Wait… who spoils Ryu?
“When you’re sick, who takes care of you?” Sun asked.
“My Phîis,” Ryu mumbled, swallowing, eyeing the next spoonful. Sun stifled a laugh, feeding another bite, probing further. Normally, questions earned a kick.
“Three Phîis, right?” Sun asked.
“Mmm, Rarin, Rerai, Lanta,” Ryu confirmed.
“So you’re the youngest,” Sun said.
“Mmm,” Ryu nodded absently, eating more, leaning against Sun unconsciously, sweaty face letting Sun sneak more cheek kisses without protest.
“Now… medicine,” Sun said.
Ryu scrunched his face, gripped Sun’s shirt, shook his head like when Sun suggested the hospital. Sun set the bowl down, hugged Ryu, rocked gently.
“If you don’t take it, you won’t heal. Come on, good one, take it,” Sun coaxed, handing pills and water. Ryu pursed their lips, eyed the medicine, took it, drank obediently.
Says no, but does everything when sick.
“You’re like my Phîi,” Ryu said, collapsing, pulling the blanket to their neck, voice whiny. Sun nearly laughed, knowing he hadn’t scolded, but Ryu’s fevered brain misread.
Grab
Sun hugged Ryu tightly, peering at the closed eyes buried in the pillow, brows furrowed uncomfortably. Smiling, he leaned in, whispering, “I’m not your sister, Ryu. Just yours.”
Kiss
Sun kissed Ryu’s cheek, heart soaring, watching the brows relax. Ryu pursed their lips, brain slow, taking so long to respond Sun almost grabbed the bowl.
“Because you keep saying you’re my Phûa, that’s why I’m sick,” Ryu said.
“Haha, admitting it, Ryu?” Sun laughed, seeing Ryu’s cheeks redden, pulling the blanket to hide, embarrassed. As Sun moved to grab the bowl, Ryu flipped over, asking in panic, “Where you going?”
Sun grinned, stroking the warm cheek. “Just putting the bowl away. Back soon, Ryu,” he said. Ryu nodded, curling back to sleep, letting Sun take the dishes.
Whoosh
Sun sank to a squat, setting dishes down, covering his face, fighting the urge to pounce on the helpless kitten.
“Damn, Ryu, be sick three days a week, I love this!”
Sun growled, tapping the floor, feeling guilty for causing Ryu’s illness but adoring this side. He’d play nurse daily!
After feeding and medicating, Sun returned with a basin and towel. Ryu, sweaty, curled under the blanket, shook his head, uncomfortable but wary of Sun wiping him down.
Something’s not right about this.
“Come on, quick wipe-down,” Sun said.
“No,” Ryu refused.
“You’re sweaty. You’ll get worse,” Sun insisted.
Ryu stayed silent, eyes shut, lips pursed, blanket to neck, hot and cold, wanting to toss it but unable. Sun smirked, yanking the blanket to the bed’s end.
“Mmm, I’m cold,” Ryu protested, glaring, but Sun found it far from scary. The pale, naked body, sweatier than usual, was more captivating than those fierce eyes.
Probably why Ryu resisted. Stripped since last night, fevered, cuddling naked under the blanket, all bare skin. Sun sat beside, damp towel in hand.
“Just a sec, Ryu, you’ll feel better,” Sun said, wiping Ryu’s arms and elbows quickly. Had he done this before? No, but for his sick romantic partner, he’d learn.
Sun reached Ryu’s shoulders, glancing at Ryu’s shut eyes, breathing faster. He swallowed hard, eyes scanning the pale body, red marks showing his work… all from his mouth.
His hand brushed a red mark lightly, making Ryu flinch. A strange thought hit, staring at Ryu’s flushed face, panting harder. The towel grazed a sensitive spot deliberately, wiping gently, making it perk up as Ryu flinched, squirmed slightly.
“Sun… what’re you doing? I’m cold,” Ryu said.
“Not doing anything,” Sun said, shaking his head, voice laughing, wiping Ryu’s neck and stomach quickly. He wrung the towel, wiped the sweaty back, making Ryu feel better.
Grab
“Mmm… don’t touch my legs,” Ryu groaned, opening heavy eyes as Sun parted their legs, wiping them. The warm towel brushed the inner thigh, making Ryu moan, hands weakly pushing Sun’s away, but Sun held firm.
“Just a bit, Ryu, got to clean here,” Sun said, laughing. Ryu, barely awake, furrowed their brows, closing eyes, not wanting to see themselves.
But the hot-cold body grew hotter as the towel lingered. The warm hands gripping and sliding midsection. What was that?
“Sun… no…” Ryu furrowed their brows, face sweatier, body burning, too weak to resist the eager nurse. Eyelids heavy, yet Ryu’s body leaned into the caresses.
“Mmm… gasp… no… Sun… ahh…” Ryu moaned.
Ryu’s hoarse protests didn’t stop Sun, eyes on the flushed body. He kissed Ryu’s lips, hands moving faster, watching Ryu squirm, chest heaving.
“Ahh… Sun… stop…” Ryu half-opened their eyes, seeing their shit-lizard romantic partner sucking and nibbling their chest, tongue teasing a nipple until Ryu arched into it, biting their lip as desire surged.
That’s why I’m sick!
Whoosh
“Ahh… Sun… damn Sun… sob… again… ahh…” Ryu covered their face as heat hit their core, body jerking. Pleasure flooded, hips moving toward Sun’s bliss, unable to stifle satisfied moans.
“Like cures like, Ryu. Get hot, release, you’ll heal,” Sun said, pulling back to smile, eyes tracing Ryu’s stomach and chest to their teary face, as if asking, Why tease me?
With that face, I wouldn’t stop.
“Sun… keep going… I’m… suffering,” Ryu said, spurring Sun. His face dove back, kissing, nibbling, licking, making Ryu tremble, body jerking.
“Sun… ahh… stop… mmm… more…” Ryu moaned.
Ryu arched into Sun, gripping sheets, letting Sun take over, powerless. Only teary eyes and rising pleasure remained, moans louder, mixed with heavy panting.
Grab
“Mmmm,” Ryu moaned as Sun pinched a pale nipple, making it harden more. Ryu arched, rubbing against Sun’s teasing fingers, lips moving faster. Sun’s eyes watched Ryu’s tense stomach, stroking it gently.
Swish
“Ahh… Sun… Sun… mmm…” Ryu gasped.
“Let it out, Ryu… kiss…” Sun sucked harder, making Ryu cry out, toes digging into the bed, need overflowing. It spilled into Sun’s mouth as he urged, “Let go.” Ryu collapsed, exhausted, panting, pale body faintly pink.
Sun swallowed without hesitation, wiping his mouth, eyeing his stunning, drained romantic partner, wanting to pounce. But doing so would mean a doctor’s visit.
“Feel better, Ryu?” Sun asked, stroking sweaty hair. Ryu, face flushed, eyes teary, said shakily, “Kiss me… please.”
Sun couldn’t refuse. He kissed the beautiful lips softly, then pecked Ryu’s cheek.
Sun finished wiping Ryu quickly, no detours, covering him with the blanket. Why clothes? They’d get sweaty. Sun would be the extra blanket.
Grab
“Done. Ate, took medicine, wiped down, comfy. Sleep, sick one,” Sun said, hugging the half-asleep Ryu, who curled into him for warmth. Soon, Ryu’s eyes closed, snuggling into Sun’s neck, sleeping fast.
Sun smiled, whispering, “Sleep, kitten. I’ll handle myself and cuddle soon.” He laid Ryu down gently, bolting to the bathroom.
Think I felt nothing? I’m bursting!
***
“Wait here, Dear, I’ll grab it,” a friend said.
“Yeah, I’m waiting. Hurry, I want to go home,” Dear shouted to his classmate, who lent him a comic and told him to wait downstairs while fetching it.
While waiting, friends greeted him, always asking, “Where’s your buddy?”
“Which one? The Faculty Moon who thinks he’s attractive, or the redheaded Khun-chai?”
“Both, but I’m curious about Sun. This morning, he crawled like a stealthy tiger. So bizarre when he’s wild,” a bigger friend said, making Dear laugh, shrugging it off to avoid trouble for Sun later.
“Dear,” a voice called.
So many talking to me today.
Dear turned, seeing the former Head wák stride over, smiling, forgetting their last talk.
“Hey, Oat,” Dear said.
“How you doing?” Oat asked.
Pause
Dear froze, staring at Oat. Memories of kissing Porsche and telling Patty who owned Purin flashed, face paling, worry gripping him. He sighed, face glum.
Why am I scared daily about what that young woman might do?
Oat’s brows furrowed, displeased. Days passed, but Dear’s guardian hadn’t helped, making Oat think he’d never let Dear look Provincial Commoner like this.
“It’s… nothing, Oat,” Dear said. Oat didn’t like that, blurting, “If he makes you worry so much, why not end it?”
“!!!” Dear spun, eyes wide, meeting Oat’s.
Does Oat know who I have a romantic partner with?
“O-Oat… what’re you talking about?” Dear stammered.
“Sometimes I don’t get why the one who has you doesn’t care, and why the one who wants to can’t,” Oat said firmly, silencing everything. Dear’s eyes widened, shocked, while Oat froze, his heart spilling out.
Though he swore not to steal a romantic partner, seeing Dear worried for days made him care, enough to ask how he was.
“Who… Do you mean? I don’t get it,” Dear said softly. Oat closed his eyes briefly.
“Dear, pretend an ex came back. If someone liked you then, what’d you do?” Oat asked. Dear froze, heart pounding—not from joy, but fear of something new.
“I’d never cheat, no matter who,” Dear said, voice shaky but sure. “If I love someone, I love them. I won’t waver.”
Pause
Oat froze, staring at his junior, who made it clear… no hope. Those eyes said it; no chance.
“Oat, why ask that?” Dear said.
“Nothing…” Oat shook his head, forcing a smile as footsteps thundered.
A first-year shouted, “Dear, got it! Sorry, that Pheuak Monkey took it. Took forever… Oh, Oat, hey!”
Dear grabbed the comic, watching his friend wave at Oat. “Thanks.”
“Got to go, they’re playing Dota upstairs. Bye, Oat!” The friend waved, ran off. Dear turned, waving to Oat, still puzzled by his peculiar behavior.
“I’m off, Oat,” Dear said.
“Yeah… good luck, Dear,” Oat said, his kind smile back.
Dear, heart uneasy, smiled, brushing off the moment, and walked away, unaware of Oat’s gaze.
Thud
Oat leaned against the wall, tilting his head, smiling wryly.
“Heartbroken, huh?”
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