Song of the Heart (Khun x Bam) On Hiatus

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It was one of those days, waking up in his bed with the sky in its usual gray shade of gloom. He wasn't gonna lie, it became routine to wake up to rainy weather and the likes. Things seemed all the more balanced and mundane as his life had always been.

One eye half open, its cerulean hues peeking out to welcome the spectrum of light that managed to sneak its way to the thick clouds above. He turned to the side to meet someone else's face.

That blissful expression of his was almost thought provoking. Such a peaceful look on his adorable ridden face. A white creamy hand made its way to brush the sides of his cheeks, caressing it with mindful grace.

I really want to keep you in my basement. But I don't have one.

The last day until Rachel comes. Khun undoubtedly wanted to spend more time. A few days was quite lacking and it left him craving for more. He had no idea company was such an intruguing thing to have.

Simply euphoric one might say.

They both were bathing in the warm comforts of the thick covers of cloth above them. While laying there, keenly observing Bam's face, his thoughts dragged on about the possible things they could do with their inevitable separtion at hand.

Amidst all that, the memory of him falling unconscious due to some timely sickness was outrageous as fuck. Fortunate enough that none had seen them. He sighed as he wanted the day to stretch more than just twenty four hours.

He was hopeless. As well as helplessly confused. Human beings are such ridiculous beings. If given the chance, he would choose to be a turtle. What a peaceful life that would be.

Don't crocodiles like turtles?

Khun was snapped out of his reverie when his palm had noticed that the boy beside him was warmer than his hand. He brushed the stray strands of hair on his face before bringing his forehead to Bam's. (A/N: Of course your hands weren't enough, ya greedy bastard)

Shit, he caught my flu.

Out of all the times, it had to happen now. That woman is gonna hang me. Not wanting to be hassled by an annoying blonde, he slowly got out of bed before adjusting the covers on Bam.

I can be sweet too.

It was funny that this would be the first he will properly look after the boy. The recent days had been Bam holding his own, not needing any sort of major help. Khun was stressed whether he should feel bad or not.

Wanting to do and doing something aren't exactly synonymous. He wanted to look after yet he had no idea how. Growing up with apathy as their family heirloom greatly affected his growth. And obeying his body's whims were scandalous. But, I liked it.

The student saw the boy cracking his eyes open which pulled Khun back towards the bed. "Bam, you have a fever. Keep on resting."

"It's cold Mr. Khun." Star-tinted orbs clashed with the sky's. Khun sat on the mattress, a rare smile on his face. "That's because you're sick. Just rest and keep yourself warm. I'll be back."

"Okay." Bam smiled back, his lids closing. Khun got up, re-adjusting the bathrobes he wore. He glanced at the transparent door on his balcony. His neighbor was playing jazz as she drank coffee.

Tomorrow would be Monday and the horror that awaited him at school was dreadful. He skimmed over some printed papers before heading for the door. Curving his head one last time to check on Bam.