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Phum woke up first, blinking against the morning light streaming through the window. He immediately noticed Peem's hand resting over his chest, his warm body cuddled close into Phum's shoulder. Smiling, Phum stared at him for a moment, enjoying the rare sight of Peem so relaxed. His cheek was squished against the pillow, lips slightly pouted, and a small frown furrowed between his brows.
Phum couldn't help but chuckle softly, reaching down to gently shake the hand on his chest. "Hey, wake up."
Peem didn't stir, lost in sleep. Phum's grin widened as he leaned down, pressing a soft peck to Peem's cheek. But then he paused, frowning as he felt the unexpected warmth radiating from Peem's skin. His smile faltered, and he carefully placed his hand on Peem's forehead to check for a fever.
Just as Phum was about to call out, Peem stirred, coughing weakly before blinking his eyes open. "Mmm..." Peem groaned softly, rubbing his face into the pillow.
"Are you sick?" Phum asked teasingly, but also concerned.
Peem, still half-asleep, turned onto his back, stretching before mumbling, "I'll be fine after a shower..."
Phum huffed, rolling his eyes. "Who taught you to shower when you're sick? How did you even grow up like this?"
Peem cracked one eye open, squinting up at him. "Like this, obviously. Still alive, aren't I? If you're scared, you should stay away."
He lazily lifted his arm, wrapping it around Phum's neck and tugging him closer. Phum raised an eyebrow, smirking as he looked down at Peem. "Scared? I'm not scared."
With a mischievous glint, Peem leaned up and pressed a quick peck to Phum's lips, catching him off guard. Phum grinned and immediately pecked him back, more playful this time.
Peem laughed softly, but Phum pulled away from his hold, sitting up and crossing his arms. "Go shower, before you get even sicker."
Peem whined dramatically, sinking further into the pillow.
Phum shook his head, a fond exasperation in his tone. Then, with a smirk creeping across his face, he added, "Fine, I'll join you in the shower if it helps you get up."
At that, Peem immediately shot up, eyes wide, and scrambled out of bed.
Phum burst into laughter as Peem hurried to the bathroom, clearly awake now. He leaned back against the headboard, still chuckling to himself. Watching Peem's hurried exit, Phum shook his head with a smile. Even in moments like this, with Peem stubbornly refusing to take care of himself, he couldn't help but adore him.
As they walked together towards Peem's faculty, Phum glanced down at him, his hand lingering protectively on Peem's back. Despite Peem's insistence that he was fine, Phum could still sense the lingering tiredness in his steps. When they reached the building, they were caught by Q, who coughed to get their attention as he stood on front of the two, arms crossed and watching them with a suspicious look.
