Don't Love Me, I'm Straight

Chapter 7

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Poom's POV

I obediently opened my mouth and swallowed the soup with a piece of tofu that my master insisted on giving me. At the same time I was concerned that I might pass on the virus to him because he was sitting close enough for him to possibly get it.

I scooted a little farther away from him and he noted that.

"You're gonna make it harder for me to feed you if you move away," he remarked as he moved the soup spoon  around the bowl to scoop out some more of the seaweed soup with tofu squares in it.

How am I going to explain this... I am having dual thoughts about the situation... I'm trying to keep him from getting the virus. At the same time, I don't know, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with him sitting too close to me on my bed. It felt so intimate and it was making me feel uncomfortable, like he was some lover taking care of a sick loved one.

"C'mon, move back closer to me," he urged, the soup spoon hanging over the bowl, some of the soup dripping back into the bowl.

Why was I getting the sneaky feeling that my master  was harboring  some secret attraction to me, or worse, maybe he had fallen for me, or something, through the period of my being his personal all around assistant?

Before I could stop myself from opening my mouth, I blurted out, "Master, please don't fall for me, I'm straight".

I curled my toes, anxiously waiting for his reaction. I hoped that he would realize that I was doing this for his own good. Unrequited love was one of the worst experiences that anyone could go through. I was trying to give him a way out before things got out of hand.

I didn't get an instant reaction which was not good for me because it kept me on tenterhooks. Instead he was staring at the soup spoon like it was suddenly an object of keen interest.

Then after what seemed like an eternity, he slowly placed the soup spoon back into the bowl and walked out of the room with it.

He had not spoken a single word to deny or confirm what I had just said.

In less than a minute the door opened and Mek walked in, carrying the same bowl in his hand.

"It seems like the boss grew tired of feeding you, you spoiled brat," he scolded me."He has asked me to take over the task...  but surely you can feed yourself, can't you?"

"Of course I can," I said as I accepted the bowl that he was handing to me. "I don't know why he insisted on feeding me."

"Well since you can feed yourself, I'm going back to the kitchen to fix some breakfast for the master," Mek said as he stepped out of the room. "Fancy that, me fixing him his breakfast while he's feeding you yours, tsk, tsk."

I didn't respond to Mek's remarks. My mind was on a whirlwind course, wondering anxiously whether I had done the right thing, shooing my boss away because I was afraid that he had fallen for me...

I did my best to finish up the seaweed soup with the tofu squares and then placed the empty bowl on my bedside table. I hoped that Mek would bekindenough later on to pick up the empty bowl and bring it to the kitchen for washing because I was feeling weak and wobbly on my knees to even be able to step out of my room.

I lay back on my pillows and closed my eyes.

In a few minutes, Mek came back inside the room holding a glass of water and cupping something in his other hand.

"The boss said for you to take this fever reducer pill," Mek said, handing what he had been cupping in his other hand and then putting forth the glass of water for me to take the pill with.

"Thanks for everything," I said gratefully as he placed the empty glass of water into the empty bowl and took them out with him.

He paused at the doorway to say, "The master has changed his mind about taking the day off from work. He has askedme to drive him to his office after breakfast. If your condition worsens while I'm away, call me."

"Thanks," I said again, as I lay my head back on my pillows and closed my eyes, feeling utterly miserable, unsure whether it was because of the virus or because I might have said the most stupid thing in my whole life to the boss. How was I going to face him in the coming days? How was he going to treat me? Would he be cold and distant, or would he act like he never heard what I had said to him? But wouldn't it be unreasonable for him to take it against me for being honest to him and letting him know that I was not gay... that in fact I was the straightest of all the straight guys in Thailand?