Behind the Scenes [Bad Buddy the Series], Chapter 14

 Behind the Scenes [Bad Buddy the Series], Chapter 14

   Pat l talk

   Pran: I'm fine. You go back first, talk to you later.

   After a long time wanting to go see Pran, I received a short message from someone I was worried about. It made me calm myself down. Parakul, he was distracted. I saw it from the beginning. He was never like this and always kept an eye on him. Of course, when there is a loophole. With anger and hatred that has been passed down from generation to generation until it is customary. The juniors on my side chimed in with their weaknesses to attack the opposite side. I didn't think my side was wrong. People's instincts always find a way to hurt the weaker ones. I wasn't angry with Pran for not being careful, but I was annoyed like this because I couldn't keep that bad boy out of time.

   “Pat!”

   They shouted as I was walking past the faculty dammit. He wasn't ready to answer any questions yet. The one was shouting. Joe waved his hand, Phum and the boys on the team too. Everyone seemed to be waiting for my return after I, in the middle of the game, ran after the Architectural side of the athletes, even though the match was not over yet.

   “Let's go together, you guys, hey, win.

   “Yes,” Phum replied in a calm voice, looking at me with unblinking eyes. I turned to meet Korn's eyes. That person shook his head that he didn't know how to help. Of course, at this point, he had to say something.

   “Let's go celebrate this evening.”

   “Celebrating for sure, but how about you and that guy?”

   “What? As kind as a fellow human being.”

   “Pat! It's not the right time!”

   “Oh! And what kind of answer would that be?” I laughed unhurriedly. But these guys don't seem to think the same way,” said the professor. Don't you guys think it's better if we're at peace? Well, come to think of it, we're all working in the same line. Working in the same company, we have to deal with each other and not be uncomfortable.”

   “He was always like this in the past generations, what future are you worried about now?”

   “Previous generations weren't always good, you can think. Just as the professor could have imagined, he wanted us to stop fighting.”

   I shook my head, seeing each person's face clearly and not understanding what I was trying to convey. We were all cultivated this way, over three years. From the time of the exam until this minute, they are still rivals. They've never played with each other to the point of going to the hospital, but as they stirred and stirred each other, they continually acted hard to displease each other.

   “Since when did you go well with that side?”

   “Well...”

   “You two are saying it's not right at home.”

   “Yes!”

   I answered honestly that it wasn't right at home. It's not right at the university, but I've liked him for a long time. Can you guys stop hating each other for my sweet time with Pran? I can only think, in the end I speak in my heart anyway.

   “We fight a lot, are you guys not bored of it?”

   “In conclusion, we will have to be good relatives to that side?”

   “Not really.” Only Korn sat quietly. He is the one who knows me best. But I don't know as much as I should, “I just don't want to fight anymore. I want to spend my time doing something else.”

   “Oh yes! You have this lover lately, the first lover since entering university?” That's right, Phum gave his opinion at the right time. The others began to erupt, not expecting anything further.

   “Phum, are you jealous of Pat?”

   “Jealous my left nut! I am just figuring out why Pat is going back and forth with Architecture, usually he is fighting Pran too. Today he is a gentleman, I I thought he took the pills and didn't shake the bottle.”

   “I have the spirit of sportsmanship! Do you know? You... scrotum looking face asshole Phum. They organize sports facilities because we are united, solidarity, and institute friends anyway.”

   “I fucking want to puke!”

   I laughed at the nerd's neck bow in front of me. The juniors understand each other better, the initially unfriendly eyesight improves. I have a question, yes! Ask the question, when will we be like this? I'm dating Pran and I don't want to hide it! At least I want these bastards to stop fighting with Pran. In the past, the relationship had not developed to this point. I can't answer myself since when did I remember? but will let him fight with Parakul. Even if I'm just teasing and not taking it seriously, I don't want to do it.

   If you have to fight? Wouldn't it be better if we spent all that time fighting in bed?

   “Hey guys, where are you celebrating tonight?”

   “We can't go to the same pub, Pat. You have been eccentric for many jobs.”

   “Yes! I'm not eccentric,” I replied, scratching my chin.

   The whistling alternating whistling sound, I was not undaunted by the howl. But I couldn't help but panic in my heart. I had made up my mind. I didn't even consult Pran. From now on I may be hated by my friends or whatever. But at least if they can stop fighting with Pran, that would be a good thing. As for the kid from Architecture. If they still want to stomp me because of my own heroism in the past then I will accept it. Even if they don't have any accomplices, they are willing to take responsibility without a word, even if Pran doesn't talk about me. It's okay to not accept each other as lovers in front of your friends. Parakul didn't have to leave his society to me, but strangely, I would give up everything. Just to keep him safe is enough.

   “So, where are you going, Pat?”

   “Go back to the condo,” I replied, smiling, raising my hand to say goodbye to Joe, repeating the appointment time again. I made eye contact with Korn and raised an eyebrow at him, before I turned around and walked out.

   Damn Pran! Will you agree to end these things with me or not? I don't know. Damn it...

   “Are you crazy?”

   It's an answer that's not quite as expected, I sit and eat my own cold fried rice and look at Parakul who puts the cutlery after eating at this a la carte restaurant that I bought for dinner two seconds ago. My eyes look at me. He also munched with one tooth in his cheek while looking at the green-eyed hair, plastered on his nose. There is a slight bump from the bump, but it's not very noticeable.

   “Why? Well, I will just take you to introduce them.”

   “I'm not going!”

   “Pran! You'll hide about me, I don't mind! But I don't want to hide from my friend.” Put his tongue on his cheek and looked at the interlocutor with a serious expression, “Besides, Korn is already irritated.”

   “Well, you did it yourself.”

   “I'm like this. I'm not good at keeping symptoms, I'm more self-centered.” I reached out to hold the other's hand and looked at Pran as a calm person. He doesn't have a problem with breaking up with me. but honestly How long do you think I'll be able to keep this in my mind all the time? I rubbed the back of his hand, Parakul pulled away but I held on.

   “Pran!”

   “You don't have to beg at all! Have you thought about it? If your friend knows about us, what will be the result?”

   “Thought it!”

   “If your friend bans you or cut you out of the group...”

   “This is just an idiot!” I don't understand, there's no way my friends will cut me off because they're dating Architecture guys, are they boyfriend or girlfriend? Crazy, “We are not in elementary school anymore, Pran.”

   “Because we are not in elementary school! Don't you know how big the word friend of this age is? I don't want you to be like me.”

   “Why? What's the fight? arguing with them?”

   “No.” Pran lied, but it's okay to not tell.

   “Oh, he's enough for you.”

   “Pat, it's not worth it, you'll be graduating soon. Let things be quiet.”

   “After graduation, I want to spend time with you to the fullest, my friend is a small matter, we still have a fight at home...”

   “Pat! Stop talking! Isn't that okay now?”

   “O the fucking K!” I answered truthfully, looking at the interlocutor with pleading eyes, slid over the table, pulled Parakul's hand and kissed him, “Okay so much I want to hold on to you. Want to hold your hand, look at your face, talk to you, not just in the room, can we really be stuffed like this, Pran?”

   “Enough!”

   “Pran khrap!”

   “Pat!”

   “Pran khrap!”

   “Yes!”

   I told you that Pran was a hard man on the outside, soft on the inside. His voice squealed, disapproved, but in the end, it was the answer I was waiting for. Tearing a wide smile, pulling his hand to kiss one more time, it was gently punched to the forehead. Pran continued to eat. Like people don't feel anything. If his eyes weren't sensitive enough, he wouldn't have noticed the red ears on both sides of the room.

   “How cute!”

   “Shut your mouth before your mouth is stained with blood and you won't eat rice.”

   He is stubborn and kind like this. Whose boyfriend is this?

   Pub behind the Uni is an old place that both me and Pran have known since Freshman Year. I met him for the first time in university at this shop. I was sitting awkwardly. We couldn't greet each other. But as to why the Fourth-Year seniors raised the grade and Fourth Year from the faculty of Architecture first. I don't understand the rule that whoever dodges first loses. In the end, the horseradish aka me and him had to come together like this all the time. The owner of the shop is fed up. How can we hit each other? But if there is damage incurred, the saddle will be adjusted. When the guys are in a bad mood, they slam the bottle against the table, pretending to be a shark's mouth, and threatening an echo of who gets up and punches the other before catching them all. Both engineering and architecture teams sat facing each other until the shop was closed. These high school kids didn't fight each other harshly, more like teasing each other. But if there is an issue it will end up in a fight, this one time the owner of the pub had to take out a gun and shoot it in the sky to threaten us to stop the fight or someone is going to end up in an emergency room.

   “Are you afraid?” I asked him after standing outside the shop for a long time. I never came along. We never had a good conversation in front of the world, but now we're side by side. Parakul shook his shoulders, without any fancy gestures.

   “The one in trouble is not me! You will be banned from your friends without knowing it.”

   “You talk about a good game!” I laughed. I saw his deep-hidden concern in his eyes. I grabbed Pran's hand and pulled him into the store. It's already late So, it's no surprise that everyone else will come together. Korn saw me first and he glanced at the person beside him Then he looked down at the hands that were holding each other. The noise of the large crowd fell silent. I smiled and took Pran's hand and sat on the remaining two chairs.

   “Hey, what did you guys’ order?”

   “What is he doing here, Pat?”

   “Huh! what? I told you that I would bring the lover to introduce them to you, would you like a beer?” I turned to ask someone, and I didn't care about the confusion of my fellow faculty.

   “Heineken”

   “Okay, can I have a small bottle of Heineken? I don't have to drink a lot! or you won't be able to carry me back.”

   “If you're drunk, I'll leave you here.”

   “Oh! Even if you picked me up in front of Seven Eleven, it's still here! Pran, you're not mean at all.”

   “You are fucking annoying” He replied, as my friend put down his glass of wine loudly, Korn seemed to be at his best but he was not in the mood either.

   “Pat! It's not funny, you're saying you took the guy who punched us in the face as a wife?”

   “Pran never punched you,” I said in a flat and true tone. “Just like I never let you guys’ touch Pran.”

   “Pat!”

   “You fuckers can clear yourselves. I am going to the bathroom first.”

   Parakul said that and then got up and ran away. I nodded in acknowledgement. I turned around and looked at the table that gathered my eyes in one spot, “When you fuckers are looking at me like this, I'm embarrassed.”

   “Pat! You betrayed us, hey! You let us punch each other to death, and you and the Architecture's ringmaster go back and fuck each other like that?”

   “Hoy! We have not done it yet!”

   “Don't change the subject! You tricked us into fighting with them, do you see us as your pieces, Pat?”

   “I'm not the one who drags you guys into a fight,” I argued, even though it sounds so selfish, “sorry I didn't stop you fuckers from throwing those punches and didn't say that Pran and I were friends.”

   “He's not just a friend, is he?”

   “Oh! It's because he isn't anymore. So, I'm here to tell you.” I sighed. Pran's beer just arrived, I just took a sip and put it on the table. “He used to help Pa, me and he have a love hate relationship at home we hate each other. To say that we are friends, it is not actually true. But now I know. Actually, I knew for a while that I wanted to be serious with him, but before I had no chance.”

   “If this is the case, have you liked each other for a long time? What did the tiger come to know about himself? We are waiting for you to kill each other first.”

   “I don't know.” What is the reason for something like this? “I just didn't want to mislead Pran to see someone better than me, so…that's it.”

   “Well, you liked him for a long time, but lately you were afraid of being kicked out and betrayed us and followed that idiot’s ass?”

   “Well, I fucking said I didn't know. If you guys hate me, I can't stop it, I'm just saying sorry and Pran. Can you stop fighting him? If you're not satisfied with anything, beat me instead. I agree with everything, I will not respond or stop your punches.”

   “Dammit Pat! Are you crazy?”

   Yeah, I must be really crazy. Today I was scolded by both my friend and my boyfriend. I didn't argue until there was a loud bang from behind the shop. Glancing at the automatic counting of the members on the table, they were all together. I was missing Pran, my two legs immediately rose up. I ran to lead everyone to the source of the sound. The picture I saw was three men, one holding Parakul's arm and the other raising his hand to prepare for a punch. From the face, it was evident that Pran had been hit a few times as well.

   “Hoy! A group of dogs?”

   “Fuck you being nosy for?”

   “Let go of my friend”

   “Your friend annoyed me first, can't help it.”

   His eyes read the university sign on a shop shirt and frustrated, a kid elsewhere. This is definitely hard to negotiate, “Let him bow to my feet first and I will let go.”

   “Fuck you [spit]!”

   You bastard Pran! Well, I don't want to bother you right now. He spat at the other party. That bastard was preparing to hit it with all his might but I was faster, holding his hand. Instinctively, I slammed into his face instantly.

   “Fuck!”

   “Hoy! What?” Another four men in shop shirts ran behind the pub. My turn, two versus six, I punched the stomach, jumped and kicked the person closest to my hand. Pran struggled until he came out of his shackles and took back the locked man as well. There was the sound of things scattering, flower vases becoming weapons. I was hit in the back when I was momentarily stunned. Pran groaned, but he couldn't fight the strength of these hordes either.

   “Ugh”

   When I was not paying attention, I was kicked in the abdomen until I rolled down to the floor. Someone's heel smashed against my cheek until my face turned up, the salty taste of blood in my mouth, I heard the sound of Pran's voice. After a while, it was a gang of familiar shirts sitting at the same table following the sound. I saw Korn meeting Joe's eyes, trying to push himself up, but due to severe pain, he was knocked in and fell down again.

   “Pat!”

   Pran jumped and kicked a leg that would stomp down my stomach. Pushed to the other party's chest, but he was snatched from behind instead. He was punched on the tip of his chin. I moved up to help him, but the people on the opposite side kept coming. It's like calling each other endlessly. If we don't hurry to escape, we will surely lose. My defeat was not very serious, but the enclave that was almost twice as large as to fear that someone would be trampled to death, we had to retreat. The owner of the shop probably hasn't come in yet because it's still in the evening, the path is flickering. The more people with knives, the more I swoop away. Pran farther away. I don't care even if the smell of blood from the nape of the neck is strong, I don't care even if it's all over my stomach. The pain on my jawbone was aching and the rest of his friends flinched, but most of the time someone was deliberately attacking me and Pran more.

   “Did you guys come to other people’s fights and still get beaten?”

   The voice that shouted this time was not my friend and not the foreign team that brought in reinforcements. It was the Architecture children who cursed me from the infirmary that afternoon. Parakul moaned, calling Wayakorn's name before a huge scramble. equal ratios. The fight was quite close. Even the knives and knuckles of the opposite side had raised a complete set. The sound of gunfire rang out. I grab Pran and hug him. The burning smell of soot drifted and the screams rang out, footsteps away. Until I was sure that it was safe, I fell from Parakul's body.

   “Pat! Pat!”

   “You…Nobody got hit right?”

   “No... it’s okay! Its Wai's gun”

   I turned to look at the bastard who tucked a short barrel into the back. He walked in. There were traces of bruising as well. But not much, “Can you really take care of Pran, Pat?”

   “What nosy are you for? that you're not dating Pran anymore.”

   “His friends cut off easily like that. It would be nice if I didn't date Pran, didn't secretly follow Pran like this, would you not die anyway?”

   “Worried about me or worried about Pran?”

   “Chee! You'll still be smiling.” Wayakorn looked annoyed, like Parakul's other friends yet he walked over and hugged the team leader, “I hate that bastard Pat terribly.”

   “Dammit Pat? Aren't the people who brought you a fight not the kid on your side?” Joe was annoyed and started to argue. He was the one who pulled me to his feet, but showed no signs of continuing to argue with Wai, “Your head exploded? Pat”

   “Yes! I know.”

   “Wait, I'll take him to the hospital myself.” Pran reluctantly left his friends, pulling his arm around him. At this moment, there is no sanity to fight with anyone, the wound is terribly painful, “Thank you very much, you guys too.”

   “Okay, so are we going back together?”

   “We didn't help Pat save his life.”

   “We didn't want to save Pran from getting trampled on either.”

   What are you arguing about? Are you going to open the mouth and sucking room for five minutes? I started to get annoyed Before Wayakorn handed over the keys to the car, “Pran, you took this troublemaker to the hospital. Us and them fuckers, we'll continue to drink.”

   “We are on the same table, right?”

   Holy crap Korn smiled slyly, I don't know who he smiles at. But there was a joking response, “Whoever gets drunk will pay.”

   “Prepare the money, you guys.”

   You bastard, do you think it's going to be good like this? I leaned on Parakul's shoulder. My vision now comes and goes. Pran wraps me around my waist. I turned to say something to my friend and lifted me out of the dim light of a familiar eatery.

   “Pat, don't sleep.”

   “Hmm,” I opened my eyes, looking at the hand that had been pulled and placed on the driver's lap. Pran was quite trembling. But he didn't fuss at all, “Are you afraid?”

   “Um!”

   “Never mind! You are safe now.”

   The car moved out! I grabbed Pran's hand and patted Pran's head, brushing it off, before pulling it back. I interlaced all five fingers, speaking back in a trembling voice.

   “Does it hurt a lot?”

   “It's better than seeing you hurt.”

   “You idiot! You are stupid, stupid shit, don't sleep.”

   “I know! Don't be afraid, I will sit with you until your sanity returns. No one will be able to do anything to you.”

   “Yes.” My eyes stared forward, I looked at him. Before my heart swelled with a short phrase, “I only fear your absence.”

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