Mystery//PremWad

Care

Prem took special care of watching wherever Wad went.

He kept his distance but he silently followed Wad whenever he left his class. He knew by heart now where Wad's shitty apartment was and he knew where Wad worked as a dishwasher in a back-alley restaurant and as a cook for a night club.

He knew Wad was going to his classes and sometimes he even slept in the cleaned rooms of the club because it was too late to catch a taxi to his apartment before traffic got bad.

Prem's only concern was that Wad had yet to actually return to the infirmary.

His injuries were still there and still prominent against the rest of his porcelain skin, only accented by his flawlessly silky hair.

Following him, Prem was happy to find that Wad had wandered into a store. The senior quickly walked to the store entrance and pushed it open as Wad was leaving.

Wad's eyes softened at the sight of Prem and he smiled a little bit before willingly waiing at his senior.

"How are you feeling?" Wad questioned quietly, noticing Prem still had a band-aid on his eyebrow.

"Better than you must be feeling," Prem answered with a smile at his junior. He wanted to hug Wad, he'd never heard him speak so softly.

Wad smiled at Prem's words and moved out of the way to let Prem walk past him.

"Hey, Wad," Prem quickly spoke as he noticed the younger leaving, "You should come and eat lunch with the seniors and your friends one day."

Wad thought about it for only a second before nodding. He had friends, he almost forgot.

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Prem tapped his foot nervously as he played with the food on the tray in front of him. He didn't want to eat until Wad texted him or called him that he wasn't coming or showed up and ate with him.

"Prem, what the hell's going on with you?" Bright asked, catching the attention of the other seniors as they waited for the juniors, "You're acting like you have an exam in an hour."

"Maybe because we do have an exam in an hour," Arthit told Bright, making Bright and Tutah freeze. They looked at each other and quickly grabbed their backpacks from under the table.

Knott rolled his eyes as the two turned to Arthit for help and leaned over to whisper to Prem.

"Something you want to tell me?"

"I'm waiting for Wad," he whispered back, "He should be joining--"

"P'Arthit!"

Kong's voice grabbed the attention of the seniors and Prem's foot stopped moving.

Wad stood there among his friends, a tray of food in his hands, and looking slightly uncomfortable with the seniors. Prem quickly reached forwards and grabbed the backpack off of the table in front of him and watched his junior sit down in front of him.

Wad gave him a soft smile and started to eat. Prem did the same and couldn't help the relieved, happy feeling fluttering around inside of his chest.

Even though the other juniors were there, Prem didn't mind the company even though they usually got on his nerves. Even though the other seniors were there, Wad was enjoying himself.

Neither Wad nor Prem exchanged any words as they ate, contrary to their friends that were constantly talking with each other, but they felt just as happy as if they had conversations for years.

Prem grabbed Wad's empty dishes after he finished his food and smiled at the younger as he moved to stand up.

"Prem."