𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥! Last chapt on hiatus

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"You are definitely not alright. You could've atleast made it believable!" Off held Gun firmly on his waist as Gun's arm was looped around Off's neck.

"I told you- .. I'm definitely fine!" Gun tried to withdraw his arm but the former was too strong, or perhaps he was too weak in this state. Who was he kidding? Off saw him tumble and all red with pale lips yet he still tried to lie?

"Stop resisting. It'll take longer for us to reach the clinic if you keep doing that." Off clicked his tongue, grabbing his hold on Gun's waist much more tighter this time as he pulled his body closer.

Gun whimpered. But he didn't knew why, he decided that it was because his whole body hurted right now and Off's grip made him create that small noise. He shook his head as he thought that it was maybe because of the way Off was being too dominant right now.

What the fuck, Gun cringed from the thoughts he was having right now.

"Why are you sick? You haven't been taking care of yourself properly." Off side glanced at the smaller who was looking down as he limped.

There were no other students who saw them since they must have all went to their classes or went to whatsoever businesses they had to attend. After all, the bell just rang.

"Why are you not answering me?" Off whispered, suddenly stopping from his tracks, and since they were holding onto each other, Gun stopped too.

Gun bit his lip as he felt someone leaning over him. He had his hoodie on but the tension he felt was unimaginable. Gun's mere breathing was stuck on his throat, the tension didn't fade away since the person leaning over also wasn't budging.

"Why aren't you answering me?" Off loosened his grip on Gun making the smaller jolt and felt himself fall, but turns out, Off intentionally loosened his hold to set Gun in a position where he's facing the taller. That way, he wouldn't be able to escape. His eyes, face, and gestures, Off would be able to read or have a hint on what's going on in Gun's mind.

Gun gasped lowly when the taller leaned in more, his lips grazing on his ear lobes. "Talk."

Gun wanted to simply talk, but he couldn't. Not only is he feeling too unwell right now, but a son of a bitch decided to pressure him and put him in an atmosphere full of tension. If he had the chance or energy to kick Off in the balls right now, he would've. But Off is the reason why he could still stand properly at the very moment, he was supporting his weak knees after all.

"T-Take me to the clinic first, shithead. I don't feel fine." Gun trembled terribly and Off couldn't help but pull back from Gun's side. He held the smaller tightly with tender as he faced him.

Gun was glaring at him as his lips trembled as well. Off chuckled. It was different seeing Gun actually sick. He wondered if this was what Gun Atthaphan would normally be whenever he doesn't feel too good-- quiet, moody, and all red.

"I'll carry you on my back." Off grinned as he bent his knees and lowered himself to level Gun.

Gun protested. "Are you insane!? I refuse! Just assist me as I walk!"

"Not in that state! We barely made any progress from 'assisting' you walk earlier, we want to reach the clinic as soon as possible don't we?" Off looked behind from his shoulder, arguing back.

The physically better one between the two stood up to face the other again. Off smirked, releasing his hold on Gun for a bit again, letting him fall mid-air, before catching him.

"Uh, Ahh!" Gun clenched his fist on Off's shirt, wrinkling the area he held as he held onto Off for his dear life. "Stop that!"

"Ride on my back." Off simply said. They stared into each other's eyes, Off still holding Gun in that same position. "Or do you want me to carry you bridal style? I'm alright with either."