Prem's POV

"Hello," I answer, picking up my phone. I am confused as to why P'Dear is calling me right now and a little annoyed. Someone has gone MIA. I glare at Wad's phone on the nightstand. Where could he be? I put P'Dear on speaker as I start to change out of my shirt. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," P'Dear replies, "Are you missing a nong?" I stop taking off my shirt.

"You know where Wad is?" I ask through the shirt.

"He is at the bar," P'Dear says, and I hear P'Win shouting at Wad in the background to get off the table and sit down. What the hell?

"Is he drunk?" I ask, sticking my head back out of my shirt.

"Bad," P'Dear says, "Win! How hard can it be to make him sit down?"

"Are you kidding me?" P'Win yells at P'Dear. "You give me the phone, and you try!"

So my boyfriend has run away to get drunk and from the sound of it very, very drunk.

"N'Prem," P'Dear sighs, "We will stay here until you can get here. Come quick."

"On my way," I tell him, "Sorry about this."

On the way to the bar, I tried to think what would trigger my boyfriend to run off and get drunk, I assume by himself, but I got nothing. This morning when we parted for class, he was fine. What the hell happened in six hours?

When I walk into the bar, the bartender smiles and points a finger to a table. "I really should get all of you guys' contact info if this is going to become a thing. I just called Ai'Dear because I remembered this nong from the last time you got drunk here."

"Thanks," I nod before I head over to the table. P'Dear and P'Win looked relieved when I walk up.

"Sorry about..." I begin.

"Prem Prem!" Wad squeals before he launches himself at me. I catch him before he can fall. "I love you." Wad giggles.

I look at P'Dear and P'Win, who are both laughing. "Not funny," I grumble.

"Oh yes, it is," P'Dear grins and hisses when P'Win punches him in the arms. "What the hell, Winnie?"

Winnie? I tilt my head looking at my senior, and smile, "Winnie?"

"You say that again, and I will make you do sit and stands right here," P'Win threatens, but I am distracted from his threat by Wad, who is proceeding to crawl up on me like a koala bear.

"Let me help you," P'Win sighs getting up. "Your nong is a rather clingy drunk." He taps Wad on the shoulder as he calls, "N'Wad. Come here." He holds out his arms, smiling. My boyfriend really wouldn't go into someone else's arms in front of me.

"Winnie!!" Wad laughs and holds out his arms like a child before he walks over and cuddles with P'Win. What the fvck? I look over at P'Dear in disbelief.

"Tell me about it," P'Dear snorts, "But he is so cute I can't get mad at him." He leans over and ruffles Wad's hair. "Why did he get drunk? And get drunk alone?"

"I don't know," I say, frowning as Wad leans his head on P'Win's shoulder. "Wad, come over here." Wad sits up and grins. Oh no. I doubt this will be good.

"Prem Prem! I missed you," Wad shouts, and I look around the bar noticing all the people laughing at my boyfriend.

Wad stands up and walks over to me. I try to move over so he can sit, only to have him straddle me on the bench. He leans down and licks my ear. WHAT!

I push him away, "Wad. Stop." I scold. "We are in a bar!" I can hear P'Dear and P'Win laughing. I hiss when Wad grinds against me. Oh, holy hell!! Please don't let either of us get hard here. I have got to get him off of my lap. Like now!!

"Come on, Wad," P'Dear says, standing next to us, "You are giving your boyfriend a 'hard' time."

"Not funny, P'," I snarl.

"Oh, yes it is," P'Win laughs. "I am just glad it is you now and not me. I couldn't figure out who Dear was going to kill. N'Wad or me."

I look at my boyfriend, who P'Dear has convinced to sit beside me instead of on top of me. My boyfriend did that to P'Win.

"Did he..." I start to ask.

"He just sat in his lap," P'Dear sighs sitting down. "You are the only one that got the beginning of a lap dance." He grins at me, "Besides, it answered a question Win, and I had."

"And that quest..." I stop and glare at my seniors, "Do you guys really talk about that?!?"

"Of course," P'Win smiles, "Don't you?"

"No," I bark, "Well, I don't! Or Ai'Knott and Ai'Arthit, but I can't guarantee what Ai'Bright and Ai'Tutah might have discussed." I smirk, thinking it would have been fun to hear that conversation. "And for the record, we have not defined that yet!"

P'Dear and P'Win both look at me. At that moment, Wad turns and lays down, resting his head in my lap. I smile at his flushed cheeks and brush his hair out of his eyes. I wonder if we will ever define it.

"Have you guys thought about counseling?" P'Win asks. "To be honest, after finding out about everything, I have been worried about your nong. I know he hid it when it happened, so in a way, he is still stuck at that moment."

Wad rolls over and nuzzles against my stomach, and I smile, stroking his hair. Stuck at that moment. Yes, he is.

"Maybe after the trial," I say, looking over at my seniors.

"Do you think that is why he got drunk?" P'Dear asks me, "Is he stressing about the trial?"

"Probably so," I answer, "Although this morning he was fine. I will call his friends and ask if they know if anything happened. I know he came back to our dorm because his phone was there. So if anything happened, I don't know if it happened before or after Wad came back."

"If you need anything," P'Dear stands up, "You know..."

"I know," I cut off my senior, "I will, and thank you for taking care of him."

"I think I told you once before," P'Dear smiles, "That's my job, nong." I watch P'Win and P'Dear leave. Looking down at Wad, I smile, now to get this one home.

Laying Wad on the bed, I sit down next to him. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, I smile when he giggles at the touch. I trace along with his eyebrows and his nose, thinking about what P'Win said.

"I know he hid it when it happened, so in a way, he is still stuck at that moment."

"How do I get you out of that moment?" I say to myself as I run my thumb over his lips. "We need to be in the present, not the past." I lean down, kissing him lightly. "Past, present, or future, it doesn't matter. I will be part of them all." I sigh, rolling my head back on my shoulders before I get up. My boyfriend might be skinny, but he isn't light.

Going to the closet, I get out some sleep clothes and toss them on the bed before I head to the bathroom with a bowl. Coming out, I grin when I see that Wad has somehow removed his shirt and pants.

"Little nudist," I laugh. "You will catch a cold if you sleep like that, idiot."

Setting the bowl and washcloth on the nightstand, I remove the shirt from the lamp and toss it towards the closet before sitting on the bed. I take a moment to look at Wad sprawled out on the bed. He is beautiful.

Wringing out the washcloth, I wipe down his chest, trying to focus on the task at hand and not my boyfriend's body. I pull him up so I can wipe down his back before I play 'your arm goes here' with him when I try to put his shirt on him and finish wiping him down. Pulling the duvet over him, I stand by the bed and watch as he mumbles in his sleep.

"I am sorry, Wad," I whisper to him as I kiss him before I go to take a shower. "I promise to help you leave that moment behind."

Wad's POV

"Oh, my God!" I groan, "What the hell happened to my head?"

Opening my eyes, I see I am in our dorm. How the hell did I get back here? I pat around on the bed and find it empty. Where is he? Oh, hell! Thinking hurts!! Ugh! I am going to have to get up. That is going to be fun.

Sitting up, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I pause as I wait for the world to stop spinning. How much did I drink? Why did I do this? Taking a breath, I stand and have to pause once more. Am I going to have to stop every time I move? I turn my head and look at the bathroom door. When the hell did that get so far away? It is going to take forever to get there.

Taking a few steps toward the door, I chuckle to myself when I look back at the bathroom door. It has to be moving away from me. Why am I not there yet?

When I get there I rest my head against the door. I do a mental happy dance because I know if I move like that, I will hurl for real. Walking in, I lean on the counter as I try to figure out how to take my clothes off with the least amount of movement, and that is when I realize I am not in the same clothes.

Oh, holy hell. Prem. It means Prem changed me. Did he bring me back to the dorm? I should never drink. Ever. I can't remember shit when I do. Well, a T-shirt and boxers won't be that hard. I drop my boxers and slowly pull my shirt off over my head, pausing when the motion makes my stomach do flips.

Turning on the water, I lean against the wall as I hold my hand under the spray waiting for it to warm. When it does, I step into the shower wishing my head would just explode already.

Prem's POV

Standing in the door to the balcony, I see Wad get up. I was going to say something, but I realize Wad must think I am gone. Watching him walk across the room is a mixture of emotions for me.

Mad. Because Wad went and did this to himself. Hurt. Because something is bothering him and he didn't come to me. Worried. Because Wad looks like he feels horrible, and I don't know what upset him. Love. Because... well, because he is my heart. Geez. I can hear my friends if I said that to them. I would have to kill them all to make them stop teasing me.

From my angle, I can see into the shower. Wad is just standing under the spray, and I shake my head. That is not going to work. I strip as I walk over to the bathroom. I guess I get to bathe my boyfriend. Yay me!

Stepping in, I startle him.

"P-P-Prem," Wad stutters as I grab hold of him to steady him.

"Let me help, Wad," I tell him, "Otherwise, you are just going to drown in here." He nods meekly. I grab the shampoo and begin washing his hair. I smile when I hear him sigh.

"Sorry, I...," Wad begins.

"Don't," I cut him off. "You did nothing wrong. I do wish you would have told me first, though."

"How did you find out?" Wad asks as I rinse the shampoo from his hair and grab the washcloth and soap.

"P'Dear," I answer while I scrub his back. I smile when he arches his back and sighs. "And Winnie."

"Winnie?" Wad looks over his shoulder. I nod, trying not to smile too much. "P'Win?"

"You like to call him Winnie," I grin.

"Oh, hell," Wad drops his head. "How bad was I?"

"Not too bad," I turn him around, "But don't think I will let you ever drink by yourself again."

"There is something you are not telling me," Wad says as I ask him to raise his arms.

"You are very clingy when drunk," I tell him, "You gave me a lap dance."

"I what!?!" Wad shouts and quickly grabs his head, "Fvck! That hurts. I wish my head would disappear," Wad groans as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Let's finish up," I lift his face, kissing him. "I have hangover medicine and porridge on the table."

"Where were you when I woke up?" Wad pouts as he steps out.

"On the balcony," I explain, grabbing a towel and handing one to him. "Do you really think I would leave you in this condition?"

"No," Wad sighs, sitting down at the table as I warm up the porridge.

"Can you tell me why you decided to get drunk yesterday?" I ask, placing the bowl in front of Wad and walk back to get him water and the hangover medicine.

"My father showed up yesterday," Wad answers pressing his temples.

"He what?!?" I shout. Wad winces. "Shit! Sorry, Wad. Here take this." I sit across from him and watch him. Why the hell did that son of a bitch come here?

Wad smiles across at me, "I am ok."

"No, you are not," I counter, "Why did he come? Was he trying to get you not to tell the court again?"

"Something like that," Wad says, taking a tentative bite of porridge. "He all of a sudden wanted to treat me like his son. Asked me to come to live with him." I smile when Wad starts to eat in earnest. I guess his stomach is ok.

"What did you tell him?" I ask, going to get Wad a napkin.

"To fvck off," Wad smiles. "That started a whole other conversation about how my mom raised me."

"I can't believe your father," I say, shaking my head, "That man has no shame."

"Not one bit," Wad agrees. "I don't know why I went to drink. I guess when he brought my mom into it. You mad at me?"

"Why would I be?" I shrug, "Like I said, you are just not allowed to go drinking by yourself. Ever."

"I don't think I will ever drink again," Wad groans.

"Finish up," I tell him getting up. "As much as I love looking at you in that towel, both of us need to get dressed." I smile when he turns red. I place a set of clothes on the bed as I go to get dressed.

"What about class," Wad asks, looking at the clothes I laid out.

"I will tell your friends to take notes for you," I say, putting on my jeans. "You, of course, will have to deal with the questions tomorrow."

"Fun. Fun," Wad mumbles.

"Just rest up," I kiss his cheek as I grab my jacket off the back of my chair. "Do you want me to bring you lunch?" I watch as he decides. I wish I could hear Wad's internal debate.

"No," Wad replies, "I will make something."

"Ok," I say as I grab my bag, "I will be back around three."

"Prem," Wad calls as I reach the door, and I turn back to look at him.

"Yes?" I ask, looking at him.

"Love you," Wad blushes.

"Love you, too," I say before I walk out the door.

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Side Note: The majority of this chapter was written to be published on 6-2-19. It was supposed to follow when the seniors got drunk and Aim read them the riot act. I went another way(Bright telling off the nongs and the seniors finding out later who took them home). I don't nuke 1.5k words. I shelve them on a .doc called Unfinished. I wanted a PremWad chapter so I checked out that doc and saw the aftermath of being drunk and poof we get a drunk Wad. I changed all of it from Wad taking care of Prem to Prem taking care of Wad. I think it worked out well.