Tankhun's POV:
I was sitting alone waiting for my bodyguards to come. I called them many times, let's just say one call after every ten seconds...
I don't even know where I am right now.. I am bored as hell... So I play some music.
I just want you call my phone right now~
I just wanna hear "you're mine"~
Cause I know what you like boy~
You're my chemical hype boy~
[Hype boy - NewJeans]
I was listening to my new favorite song on full volume. Everyone around me giving me The Look.
Hell with their Looks!
Like I give a damn....hah!
"Excuse me.. can you lower the volume?" Some girl asked.
"Nope." I gave her a flat answer.
Hope she minds. Hahaha.
"Hey dude use headphones or something..." Some ugly looking guy said. I ignored him like I didn't hear.
Have I ever used headphones!? Nahhh~
Will I ever use them!? Double nahhh~~
"You're disturbing everyone." Another so-so looking guy said.
"How so? I didn't even talk to anyone."
"Not that... but the music is too loud." He was being polite to I replied normally.
"What are you talking about I didn't even start singing yet.!" It was funny to see him speechless. Haha!
Song ends just like that. And everyone left to .... wherever they came from.
I tried to call Arm, again.
"Khun?"
"Pol? Why are you answering Arm's cellphone?" He tried to say something but I didn't let him "Anyways, just tell me where the hell are you guys ???" I noticed everyone turned to look at me.
"Hey Pol if you make me wait any longer... I'm gonna cut you into pieces, then boil all of your bones and make a soup out of it and then.... I'll make all the students in this damn place eat that soup. Do you HEAR me.?" I shouted in high pitch voice. Last sentence was for everyone present around me. They look uncomfortable. Haha
From the corner of my eye, I see Four guys on my right side hide their faces in their books. Three girls in front of my table left immediately. Someone behind me choked on water.
"We're almost there Khun." Pol replied shortly. That's what he said fifteen minutes ago. It's not even an hour since I came to this stupid place. Why is time not passing by!
Pete left me, again. My not so favorite cousin, Vegas took him home. I gave my jacket and shoes to Pete. Now I'm looking so ORDINARY. Every time I think about it my blood boils.
It's hard to believe that Pete can be THAT greedy. After taking my two treasures, he also wanted my glasses. I gritted my teeth in silent fury.
"This is the last piece of my pride Pete. You touch this and I will go back home..." I warned him. He gets it perfectly and choose to give up. Smart boy!
After five minutes and thirty-three seconds... I saw two stupid figures running towards me. Arm was carrying my bag while Pol was carrying a glass of orange juice for me.
"Khun let's go it's time for your first class.." Arm said as soon as he came.
Pol gave me the juice. I didn't take that. I just sat straight, crossed my arms on my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. I can see a little fear in his eyes. Good!
I stood up to walk to the.... Class.
"Khun! Where are you going?" Arm asked.
"To the class. Duh!" I rolled my eyes.
"Khun you're going the wrong way... class is not there."
Damn it. I turned to go the RIGHT way.
We just kept walking and walking... It's like my class is in different country or something. I kept my head held high. Even then I can notice every thing going on around me.
I halted abruptly. From the corner of my eye, I saw someone.
"What happened Khun?" My action alerted them both.
"Arm give me your coat." He looked puzzle. "Come on hurry up."
He gave my bag to Pol and did as I said. I almost snatch the coat from his hands.
"Now take my bag and go to the class." I said and his mouth fall open. Did I say something weird!
"Khun... How can I? It's YOUR class." He stares at me.
"I know. Now go. Don't be late. Shoo shoo~" I pushed him hard. My both bodyguards exchange some silent looks and Arm finally gave up. He looked like any other student, wearing white shirt, glasses and holding MY bag. But he was more handsome than any other boy I have seen here.
"Khun?" Ahh I was staring at Arm's back that I almost forget this guy behind me.
"Pol take this coat and go to nearest medical store immediately." Hearing this his eyes widen.
"Kh....Khun! Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" He looked at me from head to toe. I just rolled my eyes.
"Yeah I'm fine. Now go and buy some ointment or medicine or... anything that can heal a reddish-purple bruise." He looked confused. "GOOO!!!" I almost kicked this idiot.
After twenty-eight minutes and six seconds. Pol came back holding a small paper bag. I snatch that bag and smiled.
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AMY's POV:
What a fine day!
I was sitting on the grass, writing notes for my next lecture. I missed my first class thanks to.... whatever.
I placed my notebook on the ground and was writing with my left hand. Placing right arm on my knees. With every passing minute my bruised hand looked more and more ugly... Dang! I don't even want to look at it.
Suddenly a long shadow come upon me. I looked up, for a split second I can't even see properly in the sunlight.
But then I recognized him...
He was staring down at me.
He makes a direct and uninterrupted eye contact with me. Is he trying to intimidate me?
I looked away...
"Stand up." I heard him.
This is his normal voice?... not so bad. Hey Amy what are you thinking!? I almost laughed out.
"I said stand UP." High pitched voice came back...
"Why?" I asked without looking at him.
He didn't answer so I had to look up at him. He was staring at my hand. I almost hide it. He sat down on his one knee. I unconsciously held my breath.
"Show me your hand." He said lightly.
"...why?"
"Show me." He said again.
I didn't move, not even a little bit.
"I won't touch you... Just give me your hand "
I don't know what possessed me, the next thing I know I placed my ugly looking hand on HIS knee. He didn't look happy to see it. I know, I know it looks like an alien's hand... Or whatever. I draw back my hand but he stopped me by grabbing my cuff.
He opened a paper bag and took out some kind of ointment. Wait! Is he going to...
"Don't move."
"You don't have to..." He stopped and looked at me. ".. I'll treat it myself. "
"When?"
"...ummm after college, when I go back to my house..."
"..." He was silent. And I was just blinking. I mean what else can I do at this moment! Suddenly I felt something cold on the back of my hand.
What- when did he open the lid of that ointment!?
"...stop... I... I'll do it myself..."
"Don't worry I am not gonna touch you." He seems annoyed.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me!" I said it to his face. He then raised an eyebrow at me.
Hah!! Much better!! I draw my hand back. He held my fingers to stop me.
"Look! I'm not touching.. just applying this.. see I'm using only one finger." He stated as a matter-of-factly.
Hell with one finger! What about your other hand that was holding my fingers? I don't think he seems to know that.
Should I play along!
"You touched me." I utter.
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did. I felt your finger tip over here." I said calmly. He focused more, tried his best to not to touch me. "There, you touched me, again." He looked up at me.
Oh, he's applying too much ointment...
"You know what... I'll do it myself." I pretended to move. He tightens his grip on my fingers.
"NO! I'll do it." He yelled.
"..." I was speechless for a second. He is acting like a little kid.
"You're not doing it right. I can feel your finger tip." I lied.
"Then stop feeling.!! Just focus on the ointment.... You oversensitive brat.!" He yelled at me LOUDER.
"..." I bite my inner cheek.
Don't laugh Amy.
Gawd!
JUST DON'T LAUGH OUT!
After making me silent he continues the treatment.
He threw the ointment away and tried to look for something. He picked up the paper bag. It was the moment when he had to use his OTHER hand.
Did he notice!? Yes, he did.
He place my hand on his knee and play dumb with me. Well that makes two of us. Hehe!
He tried to dress my bruised hand with elastic bandage. It's too obvious that he never done this before. After some time, I offered my help which he obviously declined. He wipe away most of the ointment while trying to do the dressing. With every minute passing I became more and more irritated.
"Let me do it." I finally had enough of his clumsiness.
"No, I'm doing fine."
"No, you are not."
"You can not do it with one hand."
"Hah! I can even do better than you."
"You think I am playing here!!" He shouted again.
"Okay then let me help you a little." I tried to take the bandage but...
SLAP!
He freaking slapped my hand away.
For a solid moment we both fell quiet.
How dare he!!
"AAAHHHHHH~~~" He shrieked when I pinched his arm, a little too hard that he fell backwards.
His eyes filled with astonished. For a second our eyes met, then I look away.
"You hit me first..." I said without looking at his face.
"But you hit harder... this is how you treat your 'savior'? Huh? ...you, ungrateful brat!!" He was complaining while rubbing his arm where I pinched.
"I didn't mean to do that ....it was just an action-reaction. And stop calling me names." I argued. Then I 'undone' the dressing, and placed it on his knee.
"What are you doing?"
I grabbed my stuff roughly with one hand.
"Where are you going?"
"It is time for my next class." I replied shortly.
"What ... Wait... Ok fine I hit you first. I didn't mean to..." He grabbed my hand unconsciously, I gave him a look "Okay, okay look at me... here take this... Do it yourself." He was giving me the bandage.
Honestly I didn't want to take it, but it's already covered in ointment. And it's not like he can reuse it. So, I took it and wrapped it around my hand skillfully. He was looking at my movements with awe. I almost smiled at him. He's such a kid. A naughty one!
I tried to tie a knot, but it's a tricky thing to do with one hand. He grabbed both ends of bandage. I didn't stop him. He tied a knot.
"It's too tight.." I said, he looked at me. "Now, it's a little loose.." he tried again and looked at me as if to ask 'what about now'. "...perfect." I utter. He was smiling now. I wonder what is he thinking.
"Here... I'm done." He said proudly. I looked at my hand and smile from ear to ear.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing. You did a good job. Thank you! My savior." I said thoughtlessly. I think he flushed a bit.
"Give me your pen." He said out of the blue. I gave him my black marker. He held my hand and remove the pen cap with his mouth.
"Are you going to write Get well soon?"
"Why would I write something stupid as that? Your hand would heal itself sooner or later." He murmurs while writing something. After that he returns the marker.
But he didn't let go of my hand. He was watching me, giving me a look that I can't comprehend.
"You are touching me." I reminded him. He let go at once. Then he stepped back and turned around to leave. I gazed at my right hand and smile. He ties a big bow knot. Not just that he also signed it and draw a little heart.
'Tankhun'
I looked up to see if he's gone. But to my surprise he was still there, watching me from afar. He mouthed something.
'Get.. well... Soon...'
That's when I smiled widely at him.
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