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Prompt issued by chiaravargas93
Many times he told himself that he didn’t care what that Idiot does with his free time, or where he went or with who he’s with. They are both independent nations, free to do whatever they want, go wherever they please or hangout with whomever they wish.
“…we should have all our meetings like this…”
In fact, he’ll be very much relieved if the Idiot would go and bother someone else…
“…aren’t you guys being too casual about this…”
That way he won’t have to worry about unannounced and unwelcome visits…
“…can we wrap this up already…”
Or the ridiculous amount of texts, messages and whatnot flooding his inboxes…
“...Are you seriously texting right now...”
Or finding delicious food left in his office pantry just for him…
“…does anyone want more tea…”
Or having beautiful bouquet of flowers or silly gifts delivered to him at times…
“…I can make you some Tom Yam if you’d like…”
Or reading cute messages just before he went to bed…
“…would you really? If so, then YES!”
Yes, he would be very glad if Mal would bother someone else…
…so why…why is the idea of him hanging around someone else annoys him? Why is the sight of him smiling at someone else boils him from the inside? Why…did he want to rip him away from that other person and keep him firmly by his side? Why does he want to scream at the idiot to stop looking at other people and just look only to him?
He wants to scream at him to stop calling him ‘Brother’.
He wants to tell Thai to keep his bloody hands to himself.
(Stop touching Mal’s hair, his shoulders, his hands, his…just stop touching him!)
He wants so many things.
“Singa? Are you ok?”
Tearing his eyes away from where Mal and Thai were talking too closely to each other, and turned to a concerned Indo.
“…I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Indo wasn’t convinced but he decided against pushing it. “Anyway, the others agreed to go eat at Thai’s place. Are you coming?”
“…is everyone going?”
“Yeah…are you sure you’re alright?”
Their conversation must’ve been heard because Mal had turned his head around to look at their direction, a worried look crossed his face.
(Please…don’t look at anyone else…)
“…no. I…I don’t feel so good.” And he didn’t, feel good that is. His chest felt tight, his breathing grew laboured. He started swaying a bit and almost fell back to his seat when strong warm hands grabbed his upper arms to steady him.
It wasn’t Indo who held him.
(…look at me…just look at me…please…)
“Singa? Can you hear me? How are you feeling?” Mal’s soothing voice called out to him frantically… (he must’ve left Thai’s side then…) he’s standing right in front of him.
Singa lets himself fall right into Mal’s arms, his head resting against his firm warm chest. “I’m tired…my head’s spinning.” He mumbled into his shirt, breathing in his scent.
“I-I wanna go home…”
Mal frowned when he felt how warm Singa felt, without wasting time he easily scooped the younger nation in his arms. Singa’s fingers dug into his shirt as he clung to him tightly.
“Sorry guys, I’m taking Singa back. We’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Do you need help with him, Mal?” Thai asked, a strange clouded expression crossed his usually smiling visage.
“Nah, I got this. Thanks, Thai. I’ll see you later.” Mal smiled apologetically to him before walking away with Singa.
Unnoticed by anyone else, except for Thai, Singa peeked over Mal’s shoulder to glare at him.
(He’s mine.)
Thai smiled thinly at the disappearing pair.
“…for now.”
End?