Supernova||Book 1 [Wattys 2024]

Episode 7.5 You Owe Me One

The news of the common man travels fast but the news of celebrities travels even faster.

It had only been a few hours since it happened but it was no surprise that news of the accident was everywhere.

Since he'd left the room and had the chance to sit, he was bombarded with messages from practically everyone.

Avalon: We heard about what happened. Is Nine ok?
JJ: He's fine. Just a wound on his forehead.

Jade: Oh. Thank God.

JJ: He's resting now.

Jade: How are you ?

JJ: Me? I'm fine.

Jade: You must be worried.

JJ: It was pretty bad. We all thought he was hurt pretty badly

Jade: I'm glad he's ok

JJ: Yeah

Avalon: We'll stop by and see him tomorrow.

JJ: Cool.

The Director and production staff were already updated on his condition. Publicists already released statements. That would have to be it for now. He couldn't do everything tonight.

He stared at his phone, unable to focus on the stream of messages. His hands trembled as he recalled the accident. Nine's motionless body was now in his top 3 worst mental pictures.

As of now, he would ensure that Nine used his stunt double for both the sake of both their health.

Jorah yawned as exhaustion weighed down his eyelids. Nine had been asleep for a while. After taking a quick shower, as soundlessly as he could, he re-entered the room.

Nine was still asleep.

Still being careful not to rouse him, Jorah climbed into the bed. He watched him for a few minutes, his gentle breaths making a lullaby as Jorah's lids closed.

Nine's eyes fluttered open. He winced in pain as he tried to drink in his surroundings.

His pillowed on something soft and warm with a comforting smell. Inclining his head a little, he was looking directly at Jorah's nose. Glancing downwards, Jorah's arm was encircling him.

He was about to separate himself when Jorah wrapped him in an even tighter embrace, his chin resting on the crown of Nine's head.

For at least three minutes Nine did not move as he oscillated between confusion and shock. When he was free from this stupor, he made an attempt to rouse Jorah.

"Jorah." he called once. No response. "Jorah." he called again, this time gently tapping the hand that was thrown across his body in that embrace.

Nine bit his lip, wondering what to do.

"Jorah." he called a little louder.

When there was no response, he made a second attempt to free himself once more. He had only managed to shift a little when those hands yanked him back into place.

"Don't leave." A sleepy voice instructed. "You feel so good."

His body collided with Jorah's. Now their faces were less than an inch apart. He was so close he could count his eyelashes if he wanted to. Nine felt an odd sense of panic engulfing him.

This embrace was still quite firm. Jorah was also still sleeping very soundly and he could not move. Having no real recourse at his point, Nine pinched Jorah's nose between his index finger and his thumb.

Sure enough, less than a minute Jorah gasped for air.

"Finally. You're up." Nine looked at him. Jorah blinked a few times as he looked at Nine. "I've been trying to wake you up but you've been hugging me like a Boa"