Badfriend: To Be With You

1.

"Help me apply it."

Khaotung took the ointment and gently rubbed it on First's arm.

"You should stop using the motorbike for a while, you move your arms more there." Khaotung advised while occasionally blowing on First's arm to make the ointment dry quickly, so it wouldn't stick everywhere.

"You travel a lot, how can I stop riding a motorbike," First replied.

Khaotung raised his head, looked at the smiling First and said, "I really care, don't I?"

"I'll go ask Marc to drive me."

First's smile disappeared immediately, then used his other hand to hit Khaotung on the head. How could he ask his rival for help.

"Even if I have to have my hand operated on, I won't let you be dropped off by him. Idiot."

"You're the idiot. Who would get surgery because of a ball kick."

"Want me to kick your head with a ball? You'll be the first one to get surgery."

Khaotung didn't reply to First's argument with another sentence, he chose to hit his back repeatedly while cursing his arm to have a rash and swelling tomorrow morning, let Marc take him to school.

By then, Mike had apparently come over and saw how close First and Khaotung were getting. It seemed strange to hear about their relationship from Louis or Joong who said that the two were not in a relationship.
Look at that, who is joking with friends but holding hands like that?
First's loving gaze was also the same as when he looked at Khaotung.
"Okay kids, should we start the class?"

Khaotung finally shifted his focus to Mike, he chimed in as the rest of the kids replied that he could start the class even though there were still a lot of unfilled seats.

"Did you do the assignment I gave you last week?"

"Because Joong wasn't here. Khaotung, can you help me collect your friends' assignments?"

First turned his head to Mike lazily, he always tried many things to interact with Khaotung.
Khaotung got up from his seat and went to each bench to collect his books, including his and First's books.

"There are still many who haven't come, will they still be assessed if they hand in their books late?" Khaotung asked Mike after reaching the teacher's desk. Khaotung was worried about Louis, Joong, and Marc who he knew had completed their assignments but seemed to have arrived late.

"Of course, the deadline is next Sunday."

Khaotung smiled and nodded, then returned to his seat with a sharp look from First.

"What? Take out your book," Khaotung said and sat down in his seat.
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First was in the kitchen at the moment, busy looking at the contents of the fridge with the phone to his ear .

"Hello Khab, Phi?"

'Sorry for calling you at night. I just wanted to let you know that you should also use the ointment at night, when you go to bed.'

Apparently, First was being called by Fluke.
Fluke had asked for First's number when they were both in the UKS,  First, who felt it was the responsibility of a football captain, simply nodded, and gave Fluke his number without asking twice.

"Ah, well. Thanks for letting me know."

'Um, I hope your arm heals quickly.
What are you doing, by the way?'

"Me? Looking for ice cream."

There was laughter on the other side, then praising  First for liking ice cream.

"Not really, because-"

'Can we meet tomorrow at the canteen?'

First seemed to be thinking, what would he do?

"Yes," First replied. After all, he always spent his time in the canteen with Khaotung.

'Alright. After eating ice cream, go straight to bed okay?

"Huh? Yes, yes."

First then looked at his phone in confusion, a Fluke? Paying attention to him like this?
He quickly put his phone in the pocket and brought out some chocolate flavoured ice cream from the fridge.

"Who do you want to give it to?" His mother shouted as First ran out of the kitchen and almost collided with her.

"Khaotung!"

Upon hearing Khaotung's name, Mrs Khana's annoyed face broke into a smile, he was proud after hearing for herself that First liked Khaotung and wanted to pursue him. If one of the ways First persuaded Khaotung to be his boyfriend was with ice cream, then Mrs Khana would prepare more ice cream.

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First went to Khaotung's house without knocking on the door as usual, he ran straight to Khaotung's room who was obviously busy studying.
khaotung looked very serious at this time, he even immediately told First to leave his room again because he didn't have time to play with First.
But after First showed him what he had brought, Khaotung smiled and immediately removed the pen from his hand.

"Thank you~ You have a treasure in your house."

It was because Mrs Thana didn't really like Khaotung eating too much ice cream, afraid of obesity she said.
She also didn't have much of a sweet tooth, so it didn't occur to her to keep a lot of ice-cream in the fridge.

"How much longer?" Asked First, who was also busy eating his ice-cream in front of Khaotung.

"Soon, why?"

"Go find some food and eat it here."

Khaotung nodded his head, he could go out with First tonight after finishing his schoolwork.
But before that, he had to finish his ice cream first.
Khaotung looked very cute at the moment, so First brought his  phone to take pictures of Khaotung several times even though the model refused to be photographed.

"Shut up, I'll keep your photo in my room."

"What for? Don't be weird."

"Who still masturbates with a photo of someone they like?"

Khaotung immediately hit  First on the head, how could he say such a dirty thing in his holy room.

"You're disgusting, bastrad."

First just laughed, then took out his ointment on Khaotung's study table.

"I'll stay here overnight, and please apply that to my arm later,

"Why need twice a day?" Khaotung asked.

"I don't know, Phi Fluke told me to do it."

"Phi Fluke? Did you get his contact?"

First nodded his head, telling Khaotung that he and Fluke exchanged numbers at the UKS this morning.

"That's weird, why did he give you his contact?"

First shrugged his shoulders, not really curious anyway. "Maybe because IM the victim of his team?"

Khaotung also didn't know why he found it strange, it was nothing. No, actually he was just a little jealous.

"Maybe," Khaotung muttered as he stared at the ointment on his study table.

TBC.