Wayo has always had eyes exclusively for Phana Kongthanin, who eludes him every time Wayo gets close to finally confessing his undying love for the handsome doctor. 

When he is accepted as a nurse to Two Moons Hospital with his friend Mingkwan, coincidentally where Phana and his two friends are young doctors, he thinks luck is finally on his side once and for all. 

However, their duty as medical professionals on the line between life and death comes first, and an innocent loving relationship seems an unlikely occurance on the lines of public duty.

Surprisingly, fate has other plans, and the obstacle that could tear them apart yet again, brings them together in a crazy thing called love.

love in the line of duty

Ming lays Phana on his huge bed, and gives me an encouraging pat on the back, and I think I will need it. I mentally slap my fanboy brain into a more rational state, knowing that drooling over the sexy hunk in front of me will be less than helpful. A cool bowl of water, a towel and a few tissues for a very plausible anime style nosebleed later, and I still feel giddy. However, his temperature needs to go down and that means giving him a towel bath, one of my dreams and hypothetical causes of death if I am completely honest. 


First off comes his white coat, shoes, socks and tie. Taking off his fitted button up is a mixed experience, one one hand I am anxious at the amount his ribs are showing, but at the same time I gaze at the well built abdominal muscles and thick biceps. I pat his upper body gingerly with the cool towel, stopping to stare at the devil on his chest. I'd sin for him without doubt, my inner Phanasexual fanboy cries out shamelessly. 


Pants aren't usually a tricky concept, to take on or off, but on sex god Phana Kongthanin they are like giving me a question on quantum physics. When I get home, the first thing I do is change out of my work pants and into boxers only or sweats and a baggy t-shirt, but I am having trouble processing the idea of a shirtless and pantless sex god. There are rumours he was a part time underwear model in uni to pay for some of his tution fees and it's a no brainer to see those weren't just rumours (+_+). I thank the lord I am a man, otherwise as woman, those ovary things would have exploded when I took his dress pants off. Instead it's more awkward.... 


Eventually, I finish wiping days of sweat and dirt off and cover his model body with the black silk comforter, glad for the service it does in saving my sanity and keeping the blood in my body. I feel both blessed and cursed to be in charge of nursing him back to health, more blessed than cursed, but nevertheless slightly doomed to death by nosebleed if he manages to throw the comforter off and has certain thoughts during the night. 


[A/N: ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)] 


The rest of the day is uneventful and passed by browsing the luxury flat screen TV with full satellite package, eating popcorn from the huge panty and cringing at cheesy dramas. His sofa bed, which is probably bigger than the whole of my shared apartment with my best buddy Ming, who I still need to get revenge on, mwuhahaha! It's a beautiful place but seems so empty and lonely, and I can understand why Phana buries himself in work to avoid being stuck by himself all the silent nights. I can change that though, and I will do my best to make him feel the benefits of company and how life is better with someone else.


Faced with undressing an Adonis is hard