?WilliamEst Oneshots?

The past few weeks had been… different.

Ever since the concert, William had taken it upon himself to be Est’s shadow—making sure he took his medication, making sure he ate properly, making sure he actually slept.

Est complained about it constantly.

“You’re like my mother,” he grumbled one morning as William handed him a glass of water and his pill.

William just raised an eyebrow. “If your mother was this good-looking, you should introduce me.”

Est nearly choked on his water.

But despite all the teasing, William knew Est appreciated it. He didn’t say it out loud, but the way he let William stay, the way he actually listened—it meant something.

Which was why William felt almost comfortable about tonight’s event.

Almost.

The Event

It was one of the biggest promotions for ThamePo so far—an entire fan meet, complete with a stage, an audience, and bright cameras flashing everywhere.

William and Est sat on the sleek white couch, answering questions about their characters, laughing at behind-the-scenes stories. The energy was high, the fans were loud, and everything was going great.

Until the lights changed.

It happened without warning.

One second, the stage was bathed in soft white lighting. The next, the colors exploded into a rapid, flickering display of reds, blues, and greens, shifting too quickly for William’s eyes to adjust.

The crowd cheered, excited by the dramatic shift.

But beside him, Est went completely still.

William turned his head, and his stomach dropped.

Est’s hand was clenched on his thigh, his breathing shallow, his eyes wide and unfocused.

The warning signs.

No.

William moved without thinking.

“Turn off the lights!” His voice was sharp, cutting through the noise of the event.

The hosts blinked in confusion. The crowd murmured. The flashing continued.

And then—Est’s body jerked.

His back arched slightly before he slumped forward, his muscles locking up as the seizure hit.

William caught him before he could collapse off the couch, gently easing him onto the floor.

The event hall erupted into chaos.

“What’s happening?!” One of the hosts scrambled back, panic in their voice.

William barely heard them. His entire focus was on Est—his chest rising and falling in sharp, erratic breaths, his limbs trembling with violent, uncontrollable spasms.

Too much flashing, too much stimulation.

William pressed his palm against Est’s chest, keeping him steady, making sure he wasn’t going to hurt himself. His own breathing was tight, but his voice was steady when he said, “He has epilepsy. He’s having a seizure.”

The hosts froze.

The audience gasped. The cameras were still rolling.

Someone from the event staff snapped out of their shock and rushed toward the lighting console, finally turning off the flashing. The stage dimmed to a warm, steady glow—but the damage was already done.

William focused on Est, murmuring quietly even though he knew Est couldn’t hear him.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

A medic finally appeared, kneeling beside them. “How long has he been seizing?”

William clenched his jaw. “Thirty seconds. Maybe more.”

The medic nodded, checking Est’s vitals. The convulsions were already slowing.

William exhaled shakily. He hated this—hated seeing Est like this, hated knowing that he was in pain.

Slowly, Est’s body relaxed, the seizure fading into stillness. His breathing was uneven, but he wasn’t shaking anymore.

William gently brushed damp strands of hair off Est’s forehead. “Hey,” he murmured. “You with me?”

A low groan. Then, sluggishly, Est’s eyes cracked open, unfocused and dazed.

The relief hit William so hard he nearly laughed.

“Idiot,” he muttered, his voice softer than usual.

Est blinked up at him, his gaze hazy. His lips moved, but no words came out.

The medic turned to the event staff. “He needs rest. We should get him somewhere quiet.”

William didn’t wait for anyone else. He lifted Est carefully, helping him up despite how unsteady he was.

The hosts were still stunned. One of them finally managed, “We… we didn’t know.”

William glared at them. “You should’ve.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was cold.

They looked down, shame coloring their expressions.

Security led them backstage, away from the still-murmuring crowd.

William didn’t let go of Est the entire time.

This time, I won’t let him go through this alone.