29 Blame it to me. I'll take it

The room was now occupied with dead silence of the two presence inside. Only the sound of a tick-tock coming from the clock hanging in the bedside wall atleast break down the tense between them.

At the very moment, Jun Ching couldn't hold it back anymore. He flipped the blanket sideways from his body then extended his left foot into the edge of the bed trying to reach out the tiled floor. Slowly, he moved his body while carefully not alarming his soring back.

The first toe landed into the cold tiled floor then the feet followed by the right foot. Gently trampling his both feet- relaxing it's nerve and muscles. When he's sure that it can support his full weight, Jun Ching started to get out of the bed.

Putting his left arm in his back and the right hand held an area of the bed- assisting atleast a minimal heft of his upper body- Jun Ching groaned when his soring back acting up unexpectedly the moment he stand from his feet- revealing his dishevel maternal dress above the knee- showing his long tender porcelain leg. Beneath his dress is a blue boxer with a printed image of a whale. It felt like a hell way in with a bolt rundown from his spine. Uncomfortable and cringe.

Taking a step one by one, slower than a minute passed, Jun Ching wished the door is just one meter away from him. Without much care of his inappropriate self manner, he march to the bathroom door. Ignoring the glances from the quack doctor.

Thinking back, aside from the fact that he didn't want to talk about his rebirth with someone even if he's an expertise of this field, it is also because he just really wanted to pee so much that he endure it the whole time hoping that Fu King will be back sooner. But God knows when and what is this man doing outside that it has to consume him half an hour at most just to fetch a glass of lukewarm water. Even now he still hasn't arrived. Is a glass really that heavy?

Jun Ching couldn't bear it any longer feeling his bladder that is about to burst. Thus, he can only rely to himself to move. He cannot even possibly seek this old doctor for help as looking at his old aged it seems impossible to even assist him to the bathroom- afraid his bone will crack in the middle. Aside from that, he is also felt ashamed asking random people to help him pee. He is used to Fu King doing it all. He only need to say a word and Fu King will immediately carry him to the bathroom despite his heavy weight.

When he reach the door, it's almost as if he walk a thousand meter highway with his cold sweat running down from his temples. He felt too tired and exhausted. Like something is draining his strength. To be precise, the bathroom is just 5 meters away, but for Jun Ching it seems forever.

The quack doctor was only looking at him blankly when Jun Ching is closing the door. There inside, he is most out of breath. Yanking the bottom helm of his maternal dress- frustrated because he cannot almost took off his boxer caused by blocking his way from his bulging belly. He cannot even saw what is beneath him everytime he tried to bend. It hinders him from reaching out his little brother and the urge to call out Fu King's name increases terribly.

To say, Jun Ching is already used to Fu King helping him release his urged. Honestly, Fu King already saw and held it every now and then that he is already accustomed to it. The size, the length, the skinship between his hand and Jun Ching's brother and the shaking moment whenever it's done and tuck him in the boxer again, Fu King never missed a single chance. Living in one roof with Jun Ching, Fu King have a lot more to endure than his tiredness muscles. Heaven and hell without boundaries is the only thing he can describe.

Jun Ching attempt several times trying to reach it out but still failed. He look around the bathroom space. It is a little same size as his bathroom at home but the thing is that this bathroom lacks of everything. No soap, no tissue, no plumper, not even a proper basin for the water not to flow into the floor, even a bailer's handle is broken and the faucet is leaking out. Jun Ching couldn't help but though 'What kind of hospital is this? Careless. Without even maintaining the most important place in a building. Seriously, who's the owner of this hospital? Where's the people's money they payed for? What a waste. Sue him, sue him.'

Jun Ching's expression become sour. Not anymore that he can hold it for more than one second. He want to push it out. He wants to liberate this damn urine out of his bladder. It is giving him more pain. Putting his right hand into the wall supporting his balance and the left to his stomach still holding the helm up to his waist, Jun Ching internally cursed all of this dilemma in one single existence 'Cursed you Li Yang you bastard. Because of you that I suffered like this. Ahhh it's almost coming out. It's coming out'

As he was about to sit in the toilet bowl without options he had, enduring it a little bit more and his boxer still intact, a knocked from the door was heard and a familiar voice sounded worriedly "Nono, are you there? Are you fine? Do you need some help? Come on open the door for me, let me help you" A beam of hope arises.

Jun Ching signed in relief hearing Fu King's voice. Finally, his angel arrived but the second he let a breath out of his mouth, it is already too late. The pissed flows down from his brother, spreading through his legs, wetting his boxer before it landed to the toilet bowl. A horrified complexion complete astonished Jun Ching as he heard the sound of his pissed dropping down spontaneously.

The knock continuesly vibrated into the door while calling out his name. But there's no answer. No voice responded other that the dripping sound of the water. Jun Ching left frozen from the shock. Unable to process what just seems to be his worst nightmare.

After gaining his consciousness, Jun Ching let out aloud cry. Too loud that he almost comes deaf. "Waaah no this can't be. Noooo. This is not happening Waaah" His wailing is like a child being bullied by taking away his candy. And the cries only made it more depressing by his deep sobbing.

Fu King who heard the sobs and protest ignited his protective husband instinct. He yelled "Nono, stay far away from the door. I'm going to barge in. And go to some corner. Protect yourself" Using his broad shoulder, he slammed his body trying to open up the locked door. Constantly banging out the door until the lock finally open with a loud thud.

Inside, he saw Jun Ching in his most unbelievable state and their eyes meet. His posture is like someone who is about to go shit but not. The swollen eyes and crying face makes him even more pitiful. His boxer is a little lower from it's original place. But what catches his attention most is not just the unidentified yellowish water flows from Jun Ching's legs but also the wet space between his thigh.Something is dripping out.

Jun Ching followed where Fu King's eyes went. Realizing it the second time, he cried again still not moving even an inch and his soring back has been completely forgotten. "Waaah Close your eyes, close your eyes. Don't look at me."

Fu King didn't laughed nor feeling funny. He is not someone who came in contact with this kind of situation and will laughing hardly until their stomach hurt. Specially that he's been with Jun Ching that he never felt disgusted aside from secretly loving him, accept him and take care of him despite this unsightly image.

Fu King tried to approaches him slowly while wearing the most gently face he could ever displayed.

Standing in front of Jun Ching, Fu King help Jun Ching stand straight- extended his hands, caressing Jun Ching's face- wiping out the tears away. His heart seems to be broken every second as he watched this beautiful eyes cried out of tears. He said with a comforting tone looking straight to Jun Ching's eyes "Nono, it's okay. It's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not a shameful act. And I won't blame you for it. In fact, it's my fault that I arrived late when you needed me. I am so useless. Don't cry. Don't cry. You're breaking my heart"

Jun Ching's sobs gradually dissipate. Lowering his head, he mumbled "But I pissed in my boxer. It's too humiliating. Where have you been? Why are you so late? Do you know how hard I tried enduring it while waiting for you? But you never come. You never come. Look at me, I pissed myself. I don't want to stay here anymore. Sasa, I wanna go home. I wanna go home." Never in his two lives would he actually humiliated himself like this. But he still thankful enough that there's someone he can lean on. A man who never left his side and still considerate.

Fu King pulled Jun Ching into his embrace, burying his face in Jun Ching's bare, smooth neck, he hummed and said "I know and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here. Blame it to me. I'll take it."