To The Moon, For You. [BL | TIWSON/POR]

5. Held

Por's world went from light to darkness in a split second. He felt the wind being knocked out of him. But as he was falling, he felt someone catch him before he could hit the ground. That person supported his head and held him in his arms. He wanted to get up but couldn't. He heard a commotion surrounding but he could not open his eyes, to see what was happening. Then he heard the person holding him shout

"Give him space, everyone move away from him."

Then the same voice instructed

"Anyone has a yadom?"

Shortly after that instruction was given, he felt something fragrant being placed under his nose. It was slightly spicy to breathe in but his body enjoyed the sensation. Por felt himself regaining his senses. He moved his head a little and he started squeezing his eyes before fluttering one eyelid open, then the other. His vision was still glazy but he could hear Jorn's delighted squeals and his voice going

"Meaung Mueang Meaung you did so well."

Por wondered. If it wasn't Jorn holding him, who could it be? He blinked his eyes several times and moved his head from side to side simultaneously trying to regain his vision. The person continued holding him and he could feel the tension surrounding his arms. Was this person worried for him? After blinking his eyes several times, the glaze surrounding his vision finally left. He could see clearly again. Por looked towards the face holding him securely in his arms. Curly hair, big eyes, chocolate skin. It was Tiwson holding him. Before he could react, Tiwson spoke in the gentlest voice, a stark contrast from before.

"How are you feeling. Do you need water?"

Por still recovering from the shock that Tiwson was now so close by shook his head. He wriggled his body trying to stand but realised he still feels weak on his knees. Tiwson smiled and his face lit up from the radiance of his smile. He said

"Why are you trying to get up? I could hold you for longer."

Por thought to himself is Tiwson flirting with him? What was happening? Jorn laughs and hits Tiwson on the head. Jorn said

"Can you stop flirting with any cute person you see? Pick a target."

Por thought to himself. So, Tiwson's a flirt. He looked towards his watch hoping it was computing all the information that just happened. He thought in his head, Tiwson is a flirt. Tiwson is a flirt. Tiwson is a flirt three times hoping that would help the watch record the information. After that, Por pushed himself up to standing. But by doing so, he knocked Tiwson off his feet and to the ground. Por gasped and quickly reached out his hand to help Tiwson to his feet. Tiwson holds on to Por's hand and Por feels the softness of his palms and the strength of his fingers. It felt strangely comforting, strangely familiar. Tiwson pulled himself up to standing. He smiled at Por and said

"Thank you."

"Welcome."

"You must really hate me to push me to the ground yea?"

This question took Por by surprise and he blushed. He looked towards the floor and blushed scarlet red while shaking his head vigorously.

"I don't hate you."

Tiwson patted him gently on the head which made Por blush even more and said.

"I was kidding. My name is Tiw. What's yours?"

Por stammered.

"P...Po..Por."

"Are you feeling better now? Would you need to go to the hospital?"

Upon hearing the word hospital, Por looked up at Tiwson and shook his head vigorously again.

"No hospital."

Tiwson laughed and his face lit up again. Por looked at Tiwson and smiled. Por thought to himself, isn't he quite handsome? Realising that thought he quickly shook his head trying to shake it off. Tiwson started laughing.

"Why do you keep shaking your head? You look like an ornament."

Por stared at him.

"Don't call me an ornament."

"I'm kidding."

Tiwson turns towards Jorn and asked

"How do you know Por?"

Jorn looked at Tiwson in shock. He then looked at Por and then back at Tiwson before speaking

"He .. he.. he... is my distant cousin."

Por breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Por and gave him a smile of gratitude. Tiwson nodded and said

"I've never heard you mention him before. Hia mueang, what else are you hiding from me?"

Jorn replies.

"Nothing. Meaung. Why are you here?"

"Chinzilla is playing at a bar nearby."

"You didn't invite me?"

"I wanted to but saw you had visitor and didn't want to disturb. I'll invite you now. You wanna go?"

Jorn looked at Por and asked

"Would you like to go?"

From the corner of his eyes, Por saw Tiwson looking at him too as though he was waiting for his reply as well.

"Yes. Let's go."

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1. Yadom - A nasal inhaler used commonly in Thailand.

2. Meaung - An informal way of saying "you". 

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- PB