Personal Manager

25. The patient is fussy.

 

The young model has been moved from the emergency room to the recovery room. The hospital has many nose bridges, but he had to be treated for a headache. Here, the attending physician is Dr Ohm, Kel's ex-boyfriend. It's a coincidence that's unlikely to be a good sign. Still, if Kandapong recovers, a thorough medical examination will reveal no internal organ abnormalities, only bruises on his arms and legs. However, they'll have to check his condition again once he regains consciousness.

 

"Good morning, nurse," Man greeted with a smile. The reason he was visiting his friend so early was because of his older brother. Mind felt guilty.

I understand, but I'm probably not as worried about the other person as I am about myself. I want to know how Kel is feeling.

 

"Uh..." the young nurse hesitated.

 

"Yes? Is there something wrong?" He raised his dark eyebrows in question.

 

"Are you friends with the person who's taking care of Mr Kandapong? Could you please wake him up?" She said only that and walked away, leaving Jun bewildered without clarifying the situation. Man was puzzled as to why he needed to wake the caregiver.

Let's say the nurse wanted to check on his friend's condition; that's completely irrelevant.

 

"Why?"

 

Not letting his curiosity linger, he rushed in and found two people lying in each other's arms on the hospital bed. The smaller person buried their face in the strong chest. Man stood watching for a long time. Although it was a very cute sight, he had to follow the nurse's instructions.

 

"Kel," he called out once, but the person addressed showed no sign of waking up. It was someone else who opened their eyes.

 

"Shhh..." Kant gestured for his friend to be quiet.

 

"Hey! When did you fall asleep?"

 

"We'll talk later," he replied without speaking, so as not to disturb the sleeping man. Especially if Kel woke up now, he'd be embarrassed and wouldn't know how to act if they weren't alone.

 

"Okay, hurry up. The nurse is about to come in to check on you."

 

In truth, Kant had woken up at five in the morning. Seeing Kel sleeping on the small sofa near the patient's bed, he went to help him lie down, as the sofa was too narrow to lie beside him. After his friend left and closed the door, his sharp gaze fell on the person in his arms. He couldn't resist kissing him on the head.

 

"Mmm..." The slender figure groaned softly and, after a while, began to stir.

 

"Wake up," he whispered. "Huh?" Kel responded, but still didn't wake up. He was so cute that he pressed his nose into his hair again, as if it had an effect. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. Now his slender eyebrows were furrowed tightly as he realised he wasn't lying in the same spot. He looked up at the owner of the warm embrace and saw a smile.

 

"Kant!" he called out, his eyes wide with shock.

 

"yes"

 

"When did you get up here? And how did you end up sleeping here? Were you sleepwalking?" He blamed himself first.

 

"You must have been sleepwalking. When I woke up, we were already in this position. You must have climbed up into my arms to sleep with me," the cunning man said with a straight face. In reality, he was the real kidnapper.

 

"I'm sorry," the sweet face showed remorse as he tried to sit up.

 

"Where are you going?"

 

"Get off the bed. Let go of me first. And are you hurt anywhere? The doctor said your body is fine, but we need to ask about your symptoms again."

 

"Does it hurt a lot?"

 

Kel was very happy that Ohm was chosen as Gun's attending physician because he dared to entrust everything to him to ensure Gun's safety. He'll probably come in soon.

Gun has probably recovered from his symptoms, but if people saw his current condition, they'd definitely be reprimanded for lying on the bed with the patient, which violates hospital rules.

 

"It hurts," he whined, and the listener was shocked to hear that.

 

"Where exactly? Let me get a doctor to come and take a look."

 

"It's not necessary. Only you can heal my pain."

 

"Huh?" The short man frowned in confusion. He wasn't a medical professional; where would he get the expertise to tell an injured person to seek medical help?

 

"Kiss on the cheek."

 

"...Is this the treatment method?"

 

"Hurry up," the tall person urged, puffing out their cheeks and looking expectant.

 

"Let go of me first. We can't lie here like this." Kels 'slender hand tried to push his strong face away, but he didn't dare use too much force for fear that the injured person's body would be attacked more often than not.

 

"I won't let go!"

 

The patient playfully pinched the other's cheek before smiling, while the victim could only glare because the patient was so persistent. That's too much. I don't want to hear anything you say.

 

"I told you not to," the young model remembered exactly what he had said before entering the competition. "Gun was so stubborn. He wouldn't listen to me, that's why he got hurt like this." The shorter man began to complain.

 

"It's safe now."

 

"But last night I was so worried, I couldn't get you to wake up," he said, worried from the racetrack all the way to the hospital.

 

"I know. And have you talked to Man's brother yet?"

 

"I've talked to him: Mind agreed to stop everything. He will not release the video either."

 

"He really loves you so much," Kant observed from Mind's words. That look in those eyes, which Kel conveyed so well, was clearly love.

 

"But if you love Kant, you have to refuse Mind."

 

"Yes, you've chosen the right person. I'm the most suitable person for you," the taller man said with a smile. That made the shorter man smile back immediately and stand tall in agreement, and he went up and kissed his cheek.

 

Crack!!

Both of them were startled when the door opened without a knock: they turned to look in stunned silence. The doctor and nurse must have just seen Kel kiss Gun on the cheek.  The doctor, in his clean white lab coat, was the second person; a pretty young woman looked a little shy. And the last one was a friend of Gun’s from the movie he made.

 

"He’s lost a lot of weight," the doctor said.

 

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for!" Saen mumbled to Kant.

 

"Let me go first," the injured person said, returning to the scene. The situation escalated, and the injured person felt upset that someone had interrupted them.

 

"Does Li Hospital only have one doctor?" Gun said without looking at him, as if speaking casually.

 

"Why do you have to go to the doctor?" Ohm asked back immediately. But Gun didn't argue further; instead, he looked displeased: 'Does he even have the nerve to ask if I have to choose? He hates the sight of me so much!'

 

If I had a choice, I would much prefer a different doctor.

 

"Ohm, feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'm going down to buy some things," the slender figure said, interrupting the two who were talking as if they weren't really getting into a conversation.

 

 How much longer do we have to wait? I want to get out of this room.

 

"Ohm will ask when the injured person fell to the ground: Why didn't Kel call?"

 

"Uh, he's probably just recovered." This is just a guess because we don't really know how long it took for Kant to recover. We only know that he recovered before he woke up.

 

"He woke up at five o'clock this morning. He was asleep, so I didn't go wake him," the injured man said. "Oh," the woman's eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

 

"Oh, Kel was asleep. When I woke up, I took him up to sleep with me." The young doctor turned to speak to the person on the bed again.

 

"So what?"

 

"That means your body is probably fine now."

 

"Are you going to keep using that for much longer? I'm wasting my time trying to charm my wife, Doctor."

 

"Gun!"  Kel glared at him.

 

"Heh," Ohm chuckled under his breath at the sight of this incredibly boastful patient.

 

"I'm counting on you, Ohm," Kel said, and then quickly left the room.

 

"Go with them," Kant said to his friend.

 

"Ugh, you're so bossy, you asshole," Man snapped before immediately following.

 

The doctor began asking the model about his abdominal pain, as the accident might have caused internal bruising. However, the answer is that everything is fine, perfectly healthy. Just like Man said, the safety system at that racetrack is truly excellent.

 

"Then you can probably leave the hospital today," the doctor said.

 

"um"

 

"With a body this healthy, do you still need someone to pamper you? This is a hospital, you know." It sounded like a subtle reprimand, but he expected the other person to be Interested.

 

"What can I do? My wife is lovely."

 

"I won't argue with that. He's been cute for a long time."

 

When he heard that, Gun was furious. He wanted to get up and punch him in the face. What kind of doctor is this, being so disrespectful to his patients? But he probably forgot that his own boasting about his wife's cuteness is just as annoying.

 

"Breakfast will be in half an hour. It might not taste good, but hopefully it'll be edible."

"Everything tastes good to me because someone's feeding me," Kantapong replied with a smile.

 

"If you're talking about your wife, I'm sorry to say I've already claimed him. You can probably eat yourself, since he's perfectly healthy."

 

"What? Who gave you permission?"

 

"We talked last night," Ohm said, smiling.

 

"What are you talking about?" Kant asked in a harsh tone. If he could go back in time, he would never have fainted if he had known his wife had to talk to his ex-boyfriend.

 

"I personally will go and stop this to the very end," the doctor dropped a bombshell before walking out of the room. The young model was in a very unstable mood, like someone going through menopause. He already disliked Ohm, and now they had to clash verbally.

 

After being alone for a while, Man opened the door and came in. He absolutely wouldn't let the little one go with that doctor.

 

"Ouch, that hurts!" He must have missed acting to play the role so convincingly.

 

"How are you?" Kel immediately ran over to Gun.

 

"My leg hurts."

 

"Why did Ohm just say that Gun is perfectly fine and that he's already been allowed to leave the hospital?"

 

"Are you guys talking again? Why do you always talk when I'm not around?" he asked, displeased.

 

"What the hell? He saw your doctor, of course, he'd ask, wouldn't he?" Man wanted to curse even more. Or was it the accident last night? It makes someone mentally unstable and turns them into a whiny patient.

 

"Let me see," a slender hand reached out and lifted the leg of the hospital uniform trousers to examine them.

 

"Here," Gun helped, but at that moment, his prominent nose accidentally bumped squarely into Kel's smooth cheek.

 

"Uh, are you still a patient or something? Anyway, you're leaving the hospital soon," Man interrupted, realising he was being an outsider.

 

"I'm fine, don't worry. Thank you for visiting," the person on the bed quickly said, turning around.

 

"So, are you in pain or not?" The slender figure was very confused. Just a moment ago, he was groaning in pain.

 

"It hurts," he said, his tone changing noticeably. He used a normal tone when talking to his friends, but when talking to his wife, his voice was soft and sweet, almost sickeningly to the core.

 

"Okay, then I'll leave. I'll tell them not to come in."

 

Kant nodded in agreement. Man had left, leaving them alone again.  Kel felt so sorry for Kant, seeing the bruises. As for Kant, he just smiled when he saw how well the other person was taking care of him.

 

"Come lie down up here," he suddenly said.

 

"Are you crazy? No way!" the shorter person retorted immediately.

 

"This bed is so big, I'd die of loneliness sleeping alone."

 

"Still acting like it's a joke."

 

"I want another hug. Is that not allowed?" Gun asked with a dejected expression.

 

"That shouldn't have happened. Hospital beds are reserved for patients. So, did Gun really carry me onto the bed?"

 

"Yes, but that doctor interrupted us."

 

"You can't say that. He's just telling you what you should do. Besides, regarding health care, Gun, you have to listen to Ohm a lot so you can recover quickly. Don't argue or have heated conversations about personal matters, understand?" It's like teaching a child.

 

"Hmph!"

 

"The matter between him and me is over."

 

"I was deeply affected when you said you were going back to him." I still remember that incident clearly.

 

"I'm not going anywhere,"  Kel said confidently. After all, he loved this person; where could he possibly run away to?

 

"How many more men do I have to deal with who are bothering you? It's not like I have a whole bunch of them. Just two are hard enough to handle. I'm not letting you go with him."

 

"That doctor..."

 

"How did you know? You haven't told me yet," the shorter person asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

"That's what he told me. He was being annoying to me." Then he complained to his wife.

 

"But I already promised to have dinner with him."

 

"Ouch, that hurts!" He put on another act, not feeling any pain at all, just trying to get attention.

 

"Don't move around so much," Kel said with a serious expression.

 

"It hurts. What should I do? If you go have dinner with him, and I suddenly need to go to the bathroom, I don't know if I can walk by myself." His voice was so pleading. What would he do? Do everything possible to keep Kel here with him.

 

"Then why don't you get up and walk?"

 

"That's good."

 

Then he helped the tall figure down from the bed, his large arm draped over his small shoulder, and he leaned on him until he began to lose his balance. Gun felt very heavy, but Kel didn't intend to complain, only to worry that Kant's health wouldn't be okay. He hadn't even called his agency to inform them about today's work. Even though his role as his personal manager was over, he still needed to call if the model couldn't come to work.

 

"Are you feeling unwell?" Kel asked worriedly.

 

"Ouch!"

 

Hey!

The large young man deliberately pushed the slender body until they fell on top of each other on the sofa. His handsome but still pale face was pressed against the other's stomach. Gun was losing his balance even though his physical condition was good enough to run. He just wanted to be close to his Kel and have him pamper him all day.

 

"Does it hurt a lot?"

 

"I didn't know. I almost fell as soon as my feet touched the ground. I'm sorry it's in this position." He apologised, even though it was all intentional; it was all part of his plan.

 

"Can you stand up? Let me help you."

 

"no"

Kel immediately fell silent before tightly pressing his lips together because Kant was moving his fingers down there. After a while, he moved from his beautiful lips to the tip of his upturned nose. Gun used the back of his hand to gently smooth the contours of Kel's beautifully shaped face.

 

"You're so cute. Can I lie here like this for a while? Am I heavy?" The man with the curved lips asked, his sharp eyes gazing deeply into his. Sweet and delicate

 

"It's not serious at all. Okay, then we'll try again later. But if you really can't walk, I'll have to call a doctor." The voice was sweet and endearing.

 

"Yes," he replied immediately, gently resting his cheek on Kel's stomach. His slender hand moved up to caress Gun’s head softly with affection.

 

Knock knock

"May I serve your food?" a woman's voice said from outside the door. A moment later, she opened the door and came in, even though he was still lying on the sofa. Seeing that, she widened her eyes and quickly placed the hospital food on the table before rushing out.

 

"Again," Kel whispered. It was another time someone else had walked in while they were in this mess.

 

"What are you ashamed of?"

 

"Oh, P'Dee asked if I wasn't embarrassed, since I'm a celebrity and people know me. I was going to introduce you to my older sibling anyway."

 

"_" This time, Kels ' rosy cheeks started to turn red.

 

"Are you pushing it?"

 

"Get up and eat first," the slender figure tried to change the subject, using his hand to grasp his strong arm and urge him to get up.

 

"I'm not hungry yet," Kant said with a straight face.

 

"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat."

 

"Kel ..." his sharp eyes stared intently.

 

“..." Silence enveloped them until the person whose name was called could hear their own heart pounding. And this was even before they knew what Kant was going to say."

 

"I'm asking you to be my boyfriend. There are no flowers... no romantic dates... but could you please say yes before I hold the press conference?"

 

"Hey, are we doing this right here?" Because right now, they're lying on top of each other on the sofa, and the location is a hospital.

 

"Be my boyfriend, okay?" Kantapong emphasised, before burying his face in Kel's stomach like a spoiled child wanting candy.

 

"Wow! Why are you so good at being affectionate?"  Kel said, smiling awkwardly at the sight of Kantapong in this cute light. He still remembered how stark a contrast it was when the other person was incredibly jealous!

 

"Okay," Kant lifted his face, waiting for an answer again.

 

"Mm-hmm, yes," the short person nodded vigorously before smiling widely.

 

"darling"

 

*Kiss*

"Okay, let's eat first," Gun got up and kissed Kel on both cheeks until Kel had to stop him; his cheeks would probably be bruised.

 

"Yes, sir," he said very simply. The tall man stood up and walked briskly around to the other side of the bed.

 

"Wait, why...?" Gun was walking normally, even fast.

 

"What's surprising? Having an official boyfriend is like recharging my batteries, isn't it? But my hand is starting to hurt now, so I probably can't eat by myself."

 

"Come on, feed me."

 

"A cunning person"

 

Kel knew it was all an act. He grumbled, but still followed along. He dragged a chair over and sat beside the patient, then began feeding him, one bite at a time. One word per kiss. So obsessed with my friend.

 

Ringggg....

Kel looked for his phone, which had an incoming call. He picked it up and saw it was his uncle's number. The person on the bed looked at him.

 

"Uncle, it's definitely about Kant. I haven't called to inform him yet that Kant probably won't be able to come to work."

 

"I can leave the hospital now. I don't want to keep others waiting," because I still have filming to do today as usual.

 

"Are you sure? I'm worried." He didn't want Gun to go to work because the bruises were still there, but in the end, if Gun wanted to go, he probably wouldn't stop him.

 

"Answer the phone first," the person on the bed said.

 

"Hello,"  Kel answered the call and put it on speakerphone. ("Where is my nephew now? Is Gun with you? Is it true that he's been hospitalised as reported?")

 

"Huh? Is it in the news too?"

("There are pictures secretly taken by people at the racetrack and posted on social media. Now, there are probably some reporters waiting at the hospital, and others are waiting at the Modeling agency, so is it true that Gun is hospitalised? Uncle will go see him."

 

"That's true, but he'll be out soon; it's nothing serious. You don't need to come, Uncle,"  Kel quickly replied, still shaken by the reporter's question ("So what are you going to do? Have you dealt with that yet?"). That "thing" he was referring to was probably the video clip.

 

"Mr Chairman, I will be at the modelling agency for a press conference in about two hours. Please inform the reporters at the hospital to wait there."

 

"Okay, I'm going to go back, take a shower, and get dressed up nicely," this time it was the young model who spoke. ("Is that so?") The person on the other end asked.

 

"yes"

 

After hanging up the phone, Kel immediately looked at the other person's face.

 

"Yes, come with me," he wanted to say in front of the media. His long-awaited desire to openly date a Kel was finally within his reach.

Okay then.