Nueng2 Oneshots (Maybe?)

Story 7: Extra Set of Hands

Morning sunlight streamed into the grand bedroom of the palace, illuminating the space where Anueng hurriedly gathered her things. Despite living in such an extravagant setting, the morning felt just as hectic as any other.

"Where's my notebook?" Anueng muttered under her breath, anxiously rifling through the papers on her desk. "I swear I had it here last night. And I still haven't printed the posters for the booth..."

Nueng, lounging comfortably on the bed with a book, watched her with a serene smile. She had seen Anueng like this before—running around, overwhelmed by the weight of her responsibilities. Nueng loved how dedicated Anueng was, but at moments like these, she wished she could ease her stress.

"Babe, breathe," Nueng said gently, putting down her book and stretching lazily. "You're going to be fine. It's just a festival."

Anueng didn't stop her frantic search. "Easy for you to say! You're not the one running a festival booth while everyone else is slacking off," Anueng replied, her voice tinged with frustration. She paused for a moment, then glanced at Nueng with wide eyes. "Wait, are you coming today? I could really use some moral support."

Nueng sighed softly. "I've got some work at the gallery today, but I'll try to make it. No promises though."

Anueng bit her lip, trying not to show her disappointment. "I get it. It's okay, really."

Nueng stood up and walked over, gently wrapping her arms around Anueng's waist from behind. "Hey, don't stress. You're going to do great, and I'll be there when I can. Promise."

Anueng leaned back into the embrace, her body momentarily relaxing in Nueng's comforting arms. "Okay... I'm just nervous."

"I know," Nueng whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "How about I help you gather your things and drop you off? We can figure out the rest later."

Anueng paused, her tense body slowly relaxing under Nueng's touch. She let out a long, deep breath. "Can you?" she asked, her voice a little softer now.

"Of course," Nueng replied, brushing a few strands of hair out of Anueng's face. "Now let's get you ready."

The room fell into a comfortable rhythm as they moved around in sync, getting ready for the day. Anueng grabbed her clothes—practical and comfortable for the long day ahead. Nueng, meanwhile, pulled on her usual casual outfit: a simple white shirt and well-worn jeans. Despite the simplicity, Nueng managed to look effortlessly stunning, as always.

Anueng stole a glance at her as they dressed, marveling at how calm and unbothered Nueng seemed. She couldn't help but feel a little envious of her partner's ability to stay grounded in moments like this.

Nueng, sensing Anueng's gaze, smiled over her shoulder. "What?"

"Nothing," Anueng said quickly, shaking her head with a small laugh. "Just... you always seem to have it together."

"I've got you, don't I?" Nueng said, smirking as she pulled her hair into a loose bun. "That's all the togetherness I need."

Anueng's heart fluttered at the words, but she quickly shifted her focus back to her scattered belongings. "Right. I should probably find my supplies."

Together, they gathered everything Anueng needed for the festival—flyers, prints, her notebook, and the little art pieces she had worked on for the booth. Nueng was right there beside her, moving with the ease and grace that always seemed to follow her. It was as though they were working in perfect harmony, even amid the chaos of the morning.

Anueng, grateful for the extra set of hands, felt the tension in her shoulders slowly dissipate as they packed her things. It was little moments like this—when Nueng would silently support her—that reminded Anueng how lucky she was.