Mystery//PremWad

Argument

He looked back and forth, his head spinning at the thought of what was happening to him. Prem couldn't help but want to be around Wad all the time, even though his junior had gotten into trouble for it.

He was waiting outside the dean's office for Wad to emerge, worrying for what would happen to Wad. While he had been excused from the end ceremony for SOTUS for the moment, the bus left soon and Arthit wanted him on that bus.

He hoped that Wad would be finished with good news soon because King was on his way over here and Prem knew that he would not be happy.

The door opened and Prem's eyes instantly locked onto his junior as he walked out with his usual emotionless face.

"Thank you for coming," the dean spoke, "Don't let it happen for a third time Wad or you will face expulsion."

Prem stood up and put his hand, worried, on Wad's shoulder. His junior was struggling in his classes again and the teachers constantly reported him as late and unwilling to focus.

Wad turned to his senior and wrapped his arms around his stomach, pressing his face into Prem's shoulder. Prem was quick to hug him back, letting his left hand caress the younger's neck and later, his hair as well.

"I'm sorry, P'. I'm trying my hardest," Wad whimpered.

Prem knew how mean the dean could be at some points and he didn't like it, nor did he like Wad's reaction to whatever the old man had said.

"I know, I know, he replied in a soft murmur, "Let's study and work together a lot once I come back, okay?"

Wad hated the fact his senior was leaving and he hated it more that he was on the list to follow Prem but King wouldn't allow him to go. It was too far away from Bangkok, too far from his territory, and he was certain that Prem would be incapable of doing anything to protect Wad when the beach was so open.

Anything could happen. Wad needed to be in a controlled environment.

"Okay, P'Prem," Wad whispered, sounding and feeling more calm than he did when he walked out of the room. Prem hated to let the younger out of his embrace but he'd heard the door down the hall squeaking and was certain that it was King.

The elder could move like a ninja, only small key sounds that let you know he was there.

"Hey," King spoke from behind Prem, "Your friends are looking for them, I passed them on the way here."

Prem nodded and picked up his backpack without his eyes leaving Wad. He reached forward and placed his hand on the younger's shoulder, letting his fingers play with Wad's long hair for a moment before letting his hand drop to Wad's chest. His hand rested only for a second on Wad's heart but it was a second too long and the junior felt his heartbeat make his feet freeze him place. He didn't want to move anymore.

"I'll text you. Stay safe, nong," Prem told the younger before he turned away, greeted King properly, and left out the glass doors of the main building.

King watched Prem leave before turning and looking to his younger cousin.

"Your parents are wondering where you are," King spoke, reaching forwards and putting his hand on Wad's shoulder.

Wad's eyes didn't waver but the emotion behind them showed surprised. His parents barely remembered their names, or that they were married to each other. When Wad was six, both of them were hit in a hit-and-run outside of a bar because Wad's father had held the position King held now.

Wad's father was hit seven times and his mother was hit only once, however she was hit at the back of her neck. Both of them had serious nerve damage to both their bodies and their minds and left Wad's parents bedridden.