You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 22

Warning : sexual assault ⚠️

The first light of morning filtered through the curtains as Khaotung slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, his vision adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. The ceiling above him was different—definitely not his own. He groaned softly, sitting up and realizing he was wearing a pair of blue-striped pajamas, clothes he definitely didn’t own.

The room was small but immaculately clean and well-organized. A large bookshelf in the corner caught his eye, filled with books and small toy cars neatly arranged on its shelves. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling a bit disoriented as he stood up and made his way out of the room.

In the living room, he spotted Ohm, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch. Khaotung’s mind was a blur. How had he ended up here? The previous night was a haze of fragmented memories. He had been really drunk, but the specifics of how he had arrived at Ohm’s place were lost to him.

Returning to the bedroom, Khaotung checked his phone. The screen lit up with over 20 missed calls from First and 10 from Mark, along with several messages he didn’t bother to open just yet.

After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Khaotung decided a shower might help clear his mind. He made his way to Ohm’s bathroom, relishing the feel of the warm water washing away the remnants of his disheveled state. The shower helped him feel a bit more human, though his mind was still muddled with First.

By the time he emerged, fresh and more alert, Ohm was already awake and bustling around the small kitchen. The smell of breakfast wafted through the air, a comforting scent that made Khaotung’s stomach rumble. Ohm glanced up from the stove, offering a friendly smile.

“Morning. I hope you don’t mind, I’m making us some breakfast,” Ohm said, his tone light and welcoming. Khaotung managed a small, appreciative smile in return.

“Thanks, Ohm. I… I really don’t remember much from last night. How did I end up here?” khaotung questioned him and Ohm chuckled softly, turning back to the stove.

“You were pretty wasted. You didn't want to go back to First place and i decided it was safer to bring you here. You passed out almost immediately, so I got you into some pajamas and put you in the my room.”

Khaotung nodded slowly, pieces of the night starting to come back in disjointed fragments.

“I see. Thanks for looking out for me. I owe you one.”

“No problem at all,” Ohm replied with a grin. “Just sit tight and enjoy breakfast. It’ll help with the hangover.”

As Khaotung took a seat at the small kitchen table, he felt a wave of gratitude toward Ohm. Despite the confusion and the lingering headache, he felt a sense of comfort in knowing he had friends who cared for him. The smell of breakfast, the warmth of the small apartment, and Ohm’s easygoing demeanor all contributed to a slowly emerging sense of normalcy.

While they ate, Khaotung’s mind wandered back to the missed calls and messages. He knew he would have to face First eventually, But for now, he allowed himself a moment of peace, grateful for Ohm’s hospitality and the chance to gather his thoughts in the quiet morning light.

As Ohm silently observed Khaotung drinking his coffee, he could sense the turmoil brewing within the young man. He cleared his throat gently, prompting Khaotung to set his mug down and bite his lower lip—a telltale sign of his inner distress.

"Has something happened?" Ohm asked softly, his concern evident in his voice as he waited patiently for Khaotung to open up.

Khaotung averted his gaze, staring at the wall with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.