(Dis)order (A Never Let Me Go Fanfiction) (Bilingual Book)

Chapter 1 - Storm

Sitting cross-legged on his large bed, Nueng readjusted his headphones on his ears and, after selecting one of his favorite classical music tunes, among the most epic, turned up the volume and closed his eyes to completely immerse himself in this tiny world he had built for himself, away from the bigger one, which was a lot less welcoming in his mind.

It was his way to get away, to escape too, perhaps, from the reality he was facing and which was becoming more and more difficult to face day after day. Since his father had left forever, everything was different. Everything had become more complicated, at school to begin with. He was already having trouble fitting in with his classmates because of his privileged status, but now he was treated scornfully at the slightest opportunity. Not that he was trying to make friends with those people who had spent their time ignoring him or, at best, giving them disdainful looks, but this quiet and calm boy had hoped to at least enjoy a little bit of a break from the house. Speaking of the house... There, whether he opened his mouth or not, the atmosphere was equally horrible. He was upset with his mother, who was behaving as if he were still a child. A child that she only thought of keeping at a distance. He wasn't sure of what, a little of probably everything, but instead of putting him at ease, this situation ended up weighing on him, a lot. Especially since that day.

Since that fateful day, when that young man had come into his life, and never left it again.

That day when his mother had taken the initiative to hire, and to take in, someone to watch over him permanently, the son of their butler, Chanon, a boy of his age named Palm. And the least one could say was that this newcomer had an atypical profile for a bodyguard. Having grown up far from the hustle and bustle of the city, he had been working on a fishing boat until then. So when Nueng's mother had the bright idea to put this guy landing from nowhere under his feet this guy, the high school boy had been rather shaken up in terms of habits. He didn't think it would affect his mood so much.

Still, he had, basically, no reason to complain about Palm. On the contrary. Behind his discreet appearance, he was gifted with undeniable physical aptitudes and had demonstrated on several occasions that he was quite capable of defending himself, and Nueng at that. Better than he did himself. He was there when Nueng needed help, and he knew how to lie low when his master asked him to. Well... in theory.

Because whenever he saw Palm, in fact, Nueng felt tense. Extremely tense. And if they ever established a prolonged contact, then, the young man could not help but become nasty, even aggressive. As if talking louder, to the point of covering the chaotic beating of his heart in his chest, would make him feel better. Help him ignore, too, what seemed to grow inside him every time Palm was around. And which only kept growing. Just like this guy's impact. The former fisherman may have been self-effacing, and not very talkative, he still took up a lot of space. Too much space.

The music played louder in Nueng's ears as frustration rose in him. Since he was a child, he had been used to being watched, to being told what to do, often in an inflexible way.

But until then, it wasn't Palm's role.

With him, it was a different story. It wasn't the same at all anymore.

It was difficult. Just as this constant feeling of looking for the other... and rejection.

Nueng's heart began to race as thoughts he tried to keep quiet slowly materialized in his head.

In fact, he did enjoy Palm's company, deep down. No matter what he could say about it. And even a little too much.

That was the heart of the matter. And he hadn't found a way to solve it until now.

Lost in his contemplation of the wallpapers of his room, Nueng suddenly raised his head when he heard a noise coming from the next room. He put his headphones down to listen more attentively and make sure it was what he thought it was.

And when he heard a half-muffled insult from the adjoining room, he rolled his eyes, feeling like he was already at the end of his rope, even though he hadn't yet moved a finger. But it would not be long before he took action. It didn't take long, actually.

He always had to satisfy his curiosity when it came to "him". And that annoyed him deeply.

Nonchalantly, he stretched out one leg and put one foot on the ground, quickly joined by a second one, put on his slippers, and opened the door of his room to go to the one, next door, occupied by a guest, at first temporary, who was about to become permanent.

Which turned out to be both good and bad news for the one living in this house since his young age.

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