#waykimforever

Taking Care (2)

The school bell rings again.

"Hey, Kim, wake up. Let's go get changed. " Way calls.

"Kim. Our next class is with Ms. Angkana. You don't want to be late." Way tries again.

Strangely, Kim still shows no reaction.

"Kim. Kim." Way is starting to become anxious now.

He shakes Kim but to no avail. It's then that he realizes Kim's body feels especially hot.

"Shit. He's burning." Way starts to panic before frantically lifting Kim up in a princess carry and dashing to the infirmary without another word.

Any other student in the field or nearby erupts into deafening cheers.

For the rest of the day, Kim sleeps soundly and Way watches him sleep. As if his gaze would absorb all of the pain Kim was likely experiencing and become his own, Way continued to stare.

Seeing Kim like this, Way feels guilty that he had underestimated Kim's fever. If he had insisted earlier, Kim would not have fainted. He resolves that he will not let this happen ever again.

The sun has almost set fully when Kim opens his hazel eyes again. He's surprised to see Way sitting on the next bed, staring intently at him. Still drowsy from the medication and sleep, he rubs his eyes like a child and looks up again, blinking a few times to make sure he's seeing things correctly.

"Way?" Kim lets out softly.

"Cute." Way thought to himself.

"Yes, Mr. it's-alright-I'm-okay, now let's get you back home."

Way feels much more comfortable teasing Kim now, knowing he's not in as much pain, but still not well enough to retaliate.

Way stands and stretches his sore body. Kim stands as well, but before he can take another step, Way sweeps him off his feet effortlessly.

Kim is probably close to his own weight, but Way was naturally athletic and his frequent training allowed him to pick Kim up with ease.

Still, Way doesn't pass up a chance to tease Kim.

"What did you eat to be this heavy?"

This time, Kim replies.

"Excuse you, other people ask me what I've eaten to be this handsome."

Way chuckles and tightens his grip on Kim, while Kim folds his arms into his chest instead of wrapping them around Way's neck. Kim's slight pout when doing that made him look like a child.

Way walks carefully, carrying Kim in his arms as though he were a delicate vase that would break if dropped. He does not rush, imprinting how Kim felt in his arms and the warmth from his still slightly feverish body.

He thinks he would gladly carry Kim like this for the rest of his life.

In the comfort of his lover's arms, and the tranquility of the school after everyone has gone home, Kim dozes off a second time.

His peaceful rest was interrupted by a sudden release from warmth and a cold leather seat. Kim opens his eyes, ever so slightly. He notices he's not on his motorcycle, but Way's.

"I'll take you home." Way states, leaving no room for negotiation.

He pulls the helmet over Kim's head and straightens it, before buckling up the helmet. While starting up the engine, Way grabs Kim's hand, guiding them around his waist and locking them onto his abdomen.

"Hold tight." Kim tries to protest, but Way grabs his hands again and presses them in the same spot, like gluing Kim's hands onto his body.

Way speeds off and focuses solely on driving.

Enjoying the evening breeze, Kim leans his head onto Way's muscular back. He rubs his cheek on Way's uniform snugly, as though trying to find the most comfortable position. Who was he kidding, anywhere on Way was his most comfortable position.

Kim's lips lift into a smile and he closes his eyes again.

Way feels Kim's hand relax around his waist. Knowing that Kim has fallen asleep again, he sighs with a smile.

"Do you know what I've been through today because of you, you big baby? " Way whispers under his breath.

Even quieter, he whispers, "Still, I'll be glad to do it over and over again."