JE T'AIME

CHAPTER 5

"Cloud?" Kuha ng Marquess sa atensiyon niya.

"Hmm?"

"When are you gonna teach me how to be a good butler like you?" Tanong nito. "I wanna help milady as much as I can."

Gustong matawa ni Cloud ng maramdamang umasim ang mukha niya sa narinig. Naiiling na inayos niya ang sarili bago humarap sa Marquess at inilapag sa island counter ang agahan nito.

"Pareho tayong abala nitong nakaraang linggo." Wika niya. "I'll teach you if we're not as busy anymore. And," sinilip niya ang paa nito, "how's your wound?"

Nagkibit-balikat lang ito habang kumakain.

"Masakit ba?" Tanong niya.

Kibit-balikat lang ulit ang sagot nito sa kaniya.

"Have you clean your wound?"

Umiling ito. "Do it for me." Utos na naman nito.

Cloud should be angry because Lord Jacques was bossing him around again, but know what he did? He fucking complied.

He went to get the first aid kit and started cleaning Marquess' wound while the latter eats his breakfast.

At habang nililinis niya ang sugat nito, may napapansin siyang kakaiba. He cleaned Lord Jacques wound, he put some pressure on it to thoroughly cleaned it, he also put a good amount of antiseptics on his wound ... but he didn't even flinch. Nothing. Not even a toe or a muscle movement that'll indicate that it stung.

That's just impossible.

Hindi normal na hindi man lang gumalaw ng kahit kaunti ang mga daliri nito sa paa o ang paa nito mismo. Alam niyang mahapdi ang antiseptic. It could make anyone flinch a little, but there's no reaction from Lord Jacques.

Pasimple siyang napatitig sa Marquess. Does he had high pain tolerance like his boss?

But even his Lord would hissed or cursed or flinched every time he clean his wounds before and he has a high pain tolerance.

"Done." Sabi ni Cloud saka ibinaba ang paa ng Marquess na nakapatong sa stool. "Sabihan mo si Lady SM na hindi ka makakatulong sa café ngayon. Bubukas na naman 'yang sugat mo. Rest for a few days."

"Don't want to." Lord Jacques groaned. "I don't want to be alone in this fucking house."

"You have me. I'm not going anywhere." As Cloud said that, he stilled. He sounded like a boyfriend saying that to someone special. Fuck. This is bad. Tumikhim siya. "Tapusin mo na 'yang agahan mo at ipahinga mo yang paa mo sa kuwarto mo. I'll talk to Lady SM for you."

Tumango ang Marquess at pinagpatuloy ang pagkain, samantalang siya naman ay inabala ang sarili sa kahit na ano lang na magawa niya sa kusina. Ayaw niyang tumuon na naman ang mga mata niya sa Marquess. He might end up liking his handsome face again.

Fuck!

But what's the point of overthinking this anyway? E lahat ng tanong niya sa sarili niya, wala siyang kasagutan. And he wants answers, dammit!

He doesn't know why he likes the Marquess' scent. He doesn't know why the Marquess' amuses him and he sometimes find his antics cute. He doesn't know why he can't stay mad at the pompous ass. He doesn't know why he just let the Marquess cussed at him when the only person he allowed to cussed at him was his Lord. He doesn't know why he just let the Marquess boss him around. He doesn't know why he does things the Marquess would like — example driving around without destination until the latter wants to go back. Cooking him food. Cleaning his wound. He doesn't know why he's worried of him. And above all, he doesn't know why he likes seeing the Marquess' face.