OffGun November Collection of Drabbles 2024

Coronation (Ten/Prem) - Heal me with your food

Author's note: Part 25/??

Prem lent Ten some of his clothes and sent him to the bathroom. He was as nervous as a teenager having his secret crush over. He wasn't sure if he wanted to thank his grandmother or curse her to death. Prem peace through his tiny room, trying to make it more decent before Ten returns. It was a hard task considering his injured hand. He gives up after a while, plopping on his bed with a pout. Looking around his room, Prem tried not to think about having Ten so close to him at night. The mere thought made his heart race. 

The door to his room opened, and the freshly showered doctor came inside. The white towel hanged loosely around his neck, catching the drops from his still wet hair before they could soak the white shirt sticking to his well-defined body. Prem couldn't take his eyes off him.

"The shower is all yours. Do you need help? It will be hard to shower with the injury. You can't drench it." Ten pointed out. Prem's mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say. 

"I can help you take off your clothes at least." Ten asked again. 

"Yeah, you can undress me." Prem blurted without thinking. His cheeks turned bright red as soon as he realized what just left his mouth. He was so embarrassed he couldn't look Ten into the eyes. If his sister heard him say this, she would arrange the coronation ceremony and crowned him the biggest fool. 

The awkward silence filled the room and Prem was ready to escape to the shower without a word when Ten spoke up. 

"Believe me I want  to undress you, but I would prefer to take you out for a date and know you better before we take this step."