VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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Vegas' POV

I watched as he sat eating gravy noodles, loaded with chili and lime, thinking it wouldn't be surprising if he got a stomach ache.

He ate with his head and eyes lowered, as if avoiding my gaze, but I could see him sneaking glances at me. When I pretended to grimace from my sore mouth, he lifted his head to look at me dissapointing.

"Khun Gun can't go soft on you a bit, huh? Really?! his own son," he muttered softly, I stopped pretending not to hear, but he acted as if nothing was said.

Pete made me realize what it feels like to have someone who cares. It's a feeling I've been missing for so long that I forgot how good it was. I envy my elder brother...

Then I shook myself out of these thoughts. After the meal, I went to take a shower and clean up. I grabbed some ice and wrapped it in a washcloth to prepare to apply it to the corner of my mouth as Pete had suggested. Then, a thought appeared to me that he had promised to help me with this. Then, I grabbed my MacBook and went to find Pete in the room, seeing him sitting there, reading a book. He saw me come in and set the book down as if waiting for me to do what I asked. When he was about to get up from the bed, I stopped him.

"You can sit like that," he looked at me with a confused look and sat down as I commanded him to. I laid my MacBook on the bed.

"Do you have any movies you want to watch?"

You do have movies that not yours, right?

"You're quite smart, aren't you? Yes, I do. I've downloaded some," After my reply, he lean over the MacBook to choose. He scrolled until it reached the cartoon section, then glanced at me for a moment.

"I want to watch cartoons. Don't insult me for being childish."

"You are nonsense, thinking that I'm going to tease you. I'm the one who downloaded it. Why would I insult you? Just choose and sit nicely." He sat down as instructed, looking pleased to be able to watch a movie. He seem to be lonely and bored indeed.

I shifted over to him and layed down, resting my head on his lap.

"Why don't you sleep properly? Why lie down like this?"

âThe screen is small. I want to watch this movie too. Besides, you promise to help me with ice compressionâ I gave my reason that he canât argue. So, he take an ice wrapped in cloth from my hand with displease expression, which make me cant hold my smile.

"Why are you smiling? Just stay still," Pete said, his eyes fixed on me as he gently pressed down on my bruise, causing some pain.

"If you hurt me, you'll get it back for sure, Pete," his excited gaze darted through, just enough for me to notice, before he changed his focus to the screen, lips pursed in annoyance.

He seemed to be starting to accept his own taste. At first, he was both surprised and resistant, but later on, he accepted, and sometimes even requested it with attitude and challenge.

I didn't pay much attention to the movie playing, but he got into it. His hand snuck over to the corner of my mouth with an ice wrap, while the other lightly brushed my head. He probably thought he was watching a movie with his big brother. I caught glimpses of him get in deep with the storyline, his expressions shifting from excited to hopeful and to sad, and then he lowered his head to catch my gaze.