This Song Is Called You.

3. Do not worry

" Argh...fuck.."

Porchay woke up with a rather annoying sore throat. He began to cough, so hard that he felt his lungs vibrate. He hated being sick, especially Kimhan's reaction, because the man was always acting like Chay was about to die...
Someone knocked softly, and Nine walked in with a tray in his hands.

"Khun Porchay, are you okay? I've been hearing you cough for several minutes..."

"Ye-ye-yeah..."

Ouch.
Porchay coughed again, he tried to open his eyes, but he was still too tired. His guard panicked, he put down his tray full of food, picked up his young master and touched Porchay's forehead:

"Oi, you are sick, you have a fever, oh I will call Khun Kimhan right now..."

"Nope."

Chay sighed, he passed a hand on his boiling forehead, he still had more authority than his lover, yet in the mafia... But Porchay was now more the head of the Organisation, while Kimhan kept his singer career.
Nine pursed his lips, he put his phone down, and grabbed a cough medicine.

"I can give you this at least, please take this medicine and eat this porridge, I made it myself. I am not sure if you will like it, but I can't hear you coughing so much and so nothing..."
" Thank you, Nine."

Porchay smiled weakly, he looked at the time on Nine's phone before pushing the object off the end of the bed and he pointed an accusing finger at the guard:

"No report to Khun Kimhan, otherwise he will run here and he will be worried... Am I being clear ?!"

"But Khun Porchay..."

"No, Nine. I said : no report."

Nine scratched his head in concern but his master coughed again, so he obeyed.
Each time, Porchay refused to worry Khun Kimhan, and this created quite virulent arguments among the couple. Khun Porchay still preferred to fight with Khun Kim, rather than worrying him...

"So go back to bed, please...I'm going to turn off the air conditioning, you need some warm temperatures. Would you like to take a bath before...?"

Porchay smirked, he looked at Nine with an arched eyebrow, looking offended:

" Oooh...Come on, Nine, how can you offer me such a thing?! I am your boss !"

"What??? No no no... I didn't mean... Oh my god!"

Nine blushed violently, he got up and moved in all directions. Han, the playful little kitten, spat in Nine's direction and the guard apologized, he had nearly crushed his paw.

"You can go back to work, I'm just going to sleep...Take Han with you, he wants to play and I can't even lift my arm right now..."

" Yes, sir !"

Porchay lay back comfortably, but his throat was like a desert, dry and sore.
While waiting for the medicine to take effect, he decided to play on his phone and didn't notice the time...
Two hours later, Kimhan came home looking weary and glanced quickly at Porchay before leaving to take a shower in their bathroom.

"P'Kim..." the younger whined as he hugged the singer when he was clean.

"What's wrong? Why is your voice like that...?"

Porchay waited for Kimhan to sit comfortably, messed with his hair that was tied up, smiling softly. He tried to act cool :

" Everything is fine."

" You are lying. You sound pretty sick to me."

"A little..." Porchay coughed violently. " Ju-just a li-little..."

Kimhan sighed, he slipped a gentle hand on the young man's forehead, his expression hardened but Chay immediately put a finger on Kim's lips:

"You'll ... * Cough* argue with me later, how was your d-day?"

" Horrible." Kim scolded, crossing his arms, he kept throwing annoyed glances at Porchay. "They decided to change my image, forcing me to flirt with random women for a damn game... I am a singer, and yet I feel like I have to make fun of myself for their pleasure. This is so dumb, I felt like Tankhun."

Porchay laughed a little, before coughing, and Kim poured him a glass of cold water. Kimhan often complained but he loved his job more than anything. More than that of a mob boss... Porchay drank the glass, with difficulty, feeling with a sense of discomfort the liquid slide down his throat, tears welled up in his eyes and he saw Kim's expression pale. He knew that his lover often worried, and far too much... To relax Kim, he held out his arms like a child and the singer hugged him.

"I'm sorry, that you have to go through all this....Poor you, having to flirt with women, what awful torture.. Really, I pity you, my love."

"Stop making fun of me..." Kim buried him face in Chay's shoulder, he placed a light kiss there but felt the young boy push him away.

"P'Kim no! I'm all sweaty! This is disgusting..."

" I do not care..."

"No, you might get sick too, don't come near me until I recover..."

Kim sighed, he left the young boy and stood up to stretch, and Porchay's gaze fell on Kimhan's abs with a bright glow. The latter smirked before leaning over:

"You know if I get sick, we can spend our time together in this bed..."

"Oh...." Porchay blushed, but he crossed his arms, looking fake annoyed, "Stupid, P'Kim."