BECOMING THE ANTAGONIST'S FIANCÉE

sleep on lap

The man visited Archen again as usual. At 3 p.m. after feeding Archen and putting her to bed, he would leave. He often brought snacks, like bread and chocolate milk, as that was all Archen could eat at the moment.

His days in the hospital passed smoothly. After physical therapy and other activities, Archen would go straight back to his room, and sometimes even take his to the garden for a breather. His weeks in the hospital weren't so boring anymore...

But something still bothered Archen, the fact that he didn't know his future husband's name. It was difficult to get information because neither the doctor nor the nurse could speak, which is why Archen decided to ask for himself today.

The long-awaited moment finally arrived. As usual, the man would open the door silently, enter with the nurse, sit by his bedside, feed, and wait until Archen finished eating.

Archen swallowed his soup with difficulty. The man just stared silently, occasionally wiping away the food on Archen's lips, then licking it. Archen hadn't even asked if he'd eaten yet, but Archen didn't ask, he was already embarrassed by his actions. After finishing his meal, Archen drank his medicine and water, and then the nurse came to take the tray.

The man also did his job, laying Archen on the bed, kissing her forehead and cheek, and then getting ready to leave, but Archen stopped him.

"Wait," the man stopped, even turning to approach Archen.

He approached Archen slowly, waiting for his to continue.

"Um..." Archen averted his eyes, unable to resist staring into the man's.

"What's your name?!" Archen asked with a little force, closing his eyes in fear.

"Sharaon," he said his name.

Then, standing up straight, he used his hand to turn his face away, causing his to slowly open his eyes to look at the man who had called his name, Sharon.

"Rick, you can call me that."

"Why?"

"Because you often call me that."

"Saron, that's good too. Can I just call you Saron?" Archen said a play on Sharaon's name, even asking permission to use it.

Sharaon nodded, agreeing without protest. Then, he was about to leave, but Archen stopped his once again.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" Archen doubted the man would disagree. Judging by his face, he looked very undisturbed, and he also seemed busy.

But Sharaon's answer was different.

"Okay." He agreed readily.

After that, he called his men to bring his files and laptop to Archen's ward, along with a change of clothes and toiletries. He would sleep on the sofa to keep Archen company.

It wasn't long before someone entered, the man Archen had met when he first regained consciousness. He was staring at her angrily. He had come to deliver what Sharaon had requested. After delivering it, he immediately excused himself and left. After closing the door from the outside, Archen immediately asked.

"Who is he?" Archen asked Sharaon, who was about to enter the bathroom. At Archen's question, Sharaon answered, but he didn't stop.

"Your brother?"

"Brother? Wait!..."

Archen hadn't finished his question, but Sharaon had already closed the bathroom door.

"...but why didn't he greet me?"

Archen lowered his voice. He wondered why the man hadn't visited him as much as Sharaon had, or even asked how he was doing.

What was the owner of this body doing?

***

Sharaon emerged from the bathroom naked, with a towel around his waist. Revealing his perfectly toned abs and toned muscles, he stepped out of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints on the floor, and headed to the sofa to get a change of clothes.

Sharaon glanced at Archen out of the corner of his eye and realized that the man had fallen asleep on his back. His face was very peaceful when asleep, unlike when awake, when his face was more like someone who didn't understand the meaning of life.

Unconsciously, the corners of Sharaon's lips lifted, and he put his clothes back on as he approached Archen. He stared intently at his face before moving on to Archen's lips.

The lips that had carried him into his dreams, those supple, thick, pink lips that seduced him when they talked, ate, drank, and even smiled. Perhaps, Sharaon had never even experienced a smile from those lips.

His hand reached out and touched them sensually, savoring the soft, supple sensation of them, even imagining how they would feel inside his mouth. Sharaon was imagining things that hadn't happened yet, and a knock on Archen's ward door shattered those thoughts completely.

Sharaon immediately moved away, walked to the door, and opened it. Degarn stood there with a bag of food for Sharaon. After giving Sharaon the food, he left again, but his eyes caught Archen sleeping peacefully.

After Degarn left, Sharaon closed the door again. He placed the food on the sofa table before going into the bathroom to change clothes. Once finished, he returned to the sofa to eat and finish his work. He stayed up all night, working intently with the meager illumination of the table lamp.

In the middle of the night, Archen woke up and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to vomit. Perhaps he was so excited about the bread and chocolate milk that he forgot he could throw up. Sharaon, who had been watching from the moment Archen woke up until he ran to the bathroom to vomit, immediately got up, approached Archen, and stroked his back.

Archen glanced at Sharaon, who was staring at him, then continued vomiting until his stomach was completely empty and his body went limp. Sharaon swiftly picked him up bridal style, this time not laying him down, but sitting him on his lap when they reached the sofa, wrapping his arms around his neck with his head nestled between his shoulder and he es. (Sitting on the bed facing each other).

He patted Archen's back briefly before letting him drift off to dreamland, sitting koala-style on Sharaon's lap. Meanwhile, Sharaon continued his work until morning.