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

Chapter 7 - Impression

Palm tilted his head back slightly, before returning to his room, and once he stood in front of the door again, he decided to take action before he was tempted to change his mind again. He pressed the handle until the door opened, making sure to be as discreet as possible. And after checking that no one was spying on him, be it Aunt Jib or even worse, his father, Palm rushed into the room, carefully closing the door behind him.

Unsurprisingly, Palm found his room in the same state he had left it. With Nueng still in his bed.

He slowly walked over, wondering if he was really asleep or just pretending, before sitting on the edge of the bed. And listening to his slow and regular breathing, Palm could guess that he was indeed extending his night. The end of this magic interlude was perhaps not to occur soon, after all.

In the quiet of the room, Palm took a moment to look at Nueng's body, half covered with a blanket. He was holding a pillow in his arms, which seemed to be like his new cuddly toy. The sight of it brought a smile to Palm's face, and he thought that his master was definitely a man of many facets.

In any of his attitudes or actions toward him, Nueng could be as stern as he was tender. As hostile as he was friendly. As ruthless as considerate.

And in spite of himself, every time, Palm liked to wonder which side he was going to show him today. And which one was the real one.

Last night was "special," Nueng had said... but maybe today would be, too. It was already the case for Palm, undeniably. 

So the young man remained staring at the beautiful sleeping face for a few more instants, but no more. It was not good to push it. Who knows what he would be tempted to do if he did? For Nueng, and even more for him. Speaking of Nueng...

Palm was so focused on this torrent of thoughts, all of which related to him, that he failed to notice that the one called Nueng now had his eyes wide open. And that those eyes, still as charming as in his memories, were obviously looking at Palm. This one froze when he opened his lips to speak to him, for the very first time since this night which had not been like any other, neither for the one, nor for the other of the two boys.

"Palm," breathed the high school student without blinking, and this simple word of four letters is enough to threaten the realization of all the decisions that the one who had this name had just taken, with great difficulty.

It was as if Nueng had just, once again, made a place for himself where he was not supposed to be, without seeming to worry about it, unlike the one who had welcomed him in his room for the night.

And who remained obsessed by a kiss that he still did not know if he regretted or not to have initiated...

"Did you sleep well?" Palm asked him to stop himself from thinking about it even more.

"How about you? Your wound hasn't reopened?" Nueng asked him instead, turning to the side to lie down more comfortably.