Sick

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Dedicated to Kit's clenched jaw and my lovely "Delulu nation." You know who you are. Thank you for making my days so much brighter.

Singto is sick.

Singto is sick and all he can do is lie on the cold floor at his doorway, in complete darkness. He is still wearing his shoes, and one sleeve of his jacket is stuck under his waist, while his other hand is still clad in the other sleeve.

He doesn't know how long he has been laying there, but he could still see the red sun hues flickering though his large window when he came in, and now, his place was sunken in the darkness, just like his soul and body.

He can't breathe. His nose is stuffed, cheeks and throat are swollen. His body is hot and aching, and he can't feel one of his hands, but even being in this situation, he is still thinking about Krist. The irritating nong of his. Half of the time, Singto doesn't even know why he is so angry at nong.

Krist was always so touchy with him, even when the cameras weren't pointed at them. Nong would hug him, hold his hand, brush his hair, and it was so irritating, to the core of his body. The huge point being that it WAS irritating.

With time, Singto found himself getting used to touches, a little while later - he craved for them. It's like his body didn't even listen to him anymore. Singto's hands having their own mind (not to his fault!), would wrap around Kit's thin waist and linger there, caressing sensitive skin on the sides. His eyes would dart towards younger's lips and stay there, idolizing their sweet, oh so kissable shape.

Singto was angry. He was so mad at KIt, at himself. He didn't know where those feelings came from, what to do with them. He was confused, and he took it out on the person who wake those feelings in him.

The last drop of his patience was lost when Kit announced at the event with thousands of people attending, that his P' was opening up to him. That him, Singto, would give him sweet nicknames like 'baby' or 'honey'.

However the story that drove him to completely lose it, was when Kit told everyone that Singto asked him for a candy to suck, but Kit offered himself instead and his P' replied a short 'yes' in a husky, low growl.

"You can deny your nong sometimes, P'. You don't have to always say yes to me." Kit smirked.

Yes, it was true, the thought of sucking, licking Kit's every inch of skin made the blood rush towards his crotch and his heart skip a beat. But it didn't mean Krist could just make a joke out of his feelings, in front of thousands of people who were now laughing at his sorry ass.

The confrontation in the changing room was short, but painful. Like ripping a bandaid in one go, but instead of a bandaid it's a knife. He told Krist how much the younger was irritating. He told nong he didn't want to see or talk to him anymore.He yelled at Krist, telling him his touches gave him an anxiety and left, loudly shutting the door behind himself, without giving nong a chance to speak.

As if wet dreams about his nong weren't enough, after that fight he started hallucinating. He saw Kit-Kit anywhere he went; the road, a car passing by, even at his apartment. He started talking to his hallucination, telling it to go away, which worked at first but soon didn't anymore.

Singto did everything to distract himself, immersing his mind into studying, exhausting his body at work. But nothing worked. Even when coming out to the stage he would think about a hug him and Kit-Kit would share to support one another.

Today, he was coming from his interview for "DaraDaily", completely drained, weak and exhausted. A shot of whiskey P'Jane made him drink in a car didn't work, but made it even worse. He was hallucinating, seeing Kit the entire time. The younger probably didn't even think about him.

Kit had a lot of friends, people were drawn to him, like an invisible force pulling them to Kit. He was a human magnet, people bathed in warmth, radiating from Kit. It was another thing that would make Singto go mad. Why would everyone think it was ok to touch his nong, to stare at his dimples that didn't belong to them. Oh those dimples, they can light up a room and make your entire day happy.

Singto groaned at tried to get up. His body was burning, he needed to get up and take a cool shower. He got up and found a light switch. He took off his shoes and left them right in the middle of the hallway, next to his backpack which he usually would unpack and clean right away.

After a shower he cooled down a bit, but his fever was still running high, so he took a double dose of cold medicine and passed out on the living room couch. P'Jane would scold him when he sees him sleeping like that in the morning, but he doesn't care. He wants to lull his aching, tired body to sleep.

Turned out to be too long, so I divided into two chapters. Sorry.