Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, catching on the edge of the bed where Nanon still slept. His face was pale, exhaustion heavy on every breath.
Ohm woke first, eyes immediately landing on the smaller figure beside him. He brushed his fingers gently through Nanon’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before quietly slipping out of bed.
He wasn’t dressing for the office today the tailored suit was replaced with a plain shirt and dark jeans. He’d already decided: Hospital first. Nanon had been unwell for days, and he couldn’t sit still any longer.
The faint rustle of clothes made Nanon stir. He blinked, eyes puffy from a restless night, and sat up.
Ohm (softly): “Good morning, Lil Bean… how are you feeling?”
But Nanon didn’t answer. He got up and walked straight to the bathroom, closing the door behind him without a glance.
Ohm sighed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck, the ache in his chest deepening.
At breakfast, the maids moved around carefully, the usual warm chatter replaced by uneasy silence.
Nanon sat at the table, listlessly chewing on a piece of toast, barely tasting it.
When one of the maids placed his favorite grilled pork in front of him, the smell hit him like a punch. His stomach twisted violently.
Before anyone could react, Nanon shot up and sprinted to the room. The sound of retching echoed down the hall.
Ohm dropped his cup and ran after him, heart pounding. He found Nanon clutching the sink, shaking.
Ohm, “Lil Bean”
Nanon hoarse, trembling,“Can you… just leave me alone for some time, P’Ohm? Please… I’m begging you.”
Ohm stepped closer anyway, worry overpowering everything else.
Ohm ,pleading“At least let me help you. Then we’ll go to the hospital, okay?”
Nanon shook his head violently.
Nanon: “I said I don’t need a doctor. I just need space!”
The desperation in his voice cut through the air like a blade. Ohm froze. For a second, neither moved just the sound of water running and Nanon’s uneven breathing filled the silence.
Finally, Nanon pushed Ohm out of the bathroom and shut the door.
A few minutes later, when the door opened again, Nanon was already dressed in his office clothes pale but stubborn, every button perfect.
Ohm looked up from where he sat, still on the edge of the bed.
Ohm: “Where are you going?”
Nanon: “To the office.”
Ohm frowned.
Ohm: “Nanon, look at yourself. You’re not in a condition to go anywhere.”
Nanon (flatly): “I don’t want to slack off just because my husband is the president.”
The words stung more than they should have. Ohm stood, jaw tight.
Ohm (firmly): “You’re not going anywhere except the hospital. That’s final.”
He picked up his phone, dialing Ross.
Ohm: “Cancel my meetings today. I’m unavailable.”
Before he could say anything else, Nanon swayed slightly, hand clutching his stomach. The nausea returned, though this time he didn’t vomit just collapsed onto the bed, lying on his stomach, breathing unevenly.
Ohm immediately knelt beside him.
Ohm (softly): “Lil Bean… please, let’s go. You’re giving me the worst punishment by suffering like this.”
A tear slipped down Nanon’s cheek as he whispered, voice trembling,
Nanon: “Just leave… I can go by myself. I don’t wanna go with you.”
Ohm froze. His throat tightened, but before he could respond
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Mr. Perfect And Mr. Mess
Science FictionIn a city that never sleeps, where power is measured in wealth and influence, Ohm pawat Chittsawangdee stands at the center of it all. At just twenty-five, he has built an empire so vast that his name alone can shift markets and silence rooms. Far f...
