Aim's POV
I can't believe what I am looking at right now. It is total drunken chaos, and I know the people standing with me are the cause of it. The seniors have made that evident from their inebriated ravings, and because of them, they drug my senior into it. I laugh despite everything when P'Bright keeps going on about being able to see. And I have to be honest with myself I know P'Bright wouldn't have missed a chance to bunk class to get drunk, so this is on him too.
"Why did you take them another round?" Tew barks at the bartender when he walks by us.
"They told me to keep bringing them until they told me to stop," he replies with a shrug.
All five of us scream, "STOP!"
I just can't believe they are this drunk in the middle of the damn day. This is going to be fvcking fun to take care of... not! I watch as P'Arthit starts searching through the bottles looking for one that is not empty.
"Stop him," I jab Kong in the side.
"Huh?" Kong glances at me. I growl before I walk over to the counter.
"Five bottled water," I order, and the bartender snorts at me as he places the bottles on the bar. Throwing the money on the counter, I grab the bottles. I shove my way past my friends and hand a bottle of water to P'Arthit and placing the rest in front of the seniors. Looking through the bottles, I grab the ones that the bartender had just dropped off.
I sit down at the table next to the booth and try to calm down. The others come to join me at the table. I open a bottle and drink. What the hell is wrong with my friends? I can't believe they are acting like morons.
I turn from looking at my drunk seniors to my friends. Taking a deep breath, I try to find my words, but the ones coming to mind are... fvck it!
"What the fvck is wrong with you guys?" I shout. They gape at me.
"What the hell Kong?" I yell, pointing at P'Arthit. "What are you thinking? Do you not believe in what you and he have? Is that why you are doing that to him? It is a fvcking festival kissing booth! Not a... not a... fvck I don't know, but what the hell can happen at a fvcking public kissing booth?"
"I am sure he..." Tew starts.
"And you!" I turn on him. "Rules? Don't touch? Don't look? What the hell Tew? Why don't you just lock him up in his damn dorm! Hide him away so nobody can ever fvcking see him if that is the only way you will feel confident enough!"
'Ai'Aim, I don't..." Wad cuts in but trails off when I glare at him.
"I am not done," I hiss, "And since you spoke up, you are next. He can't fvcking read your mind, Wad! I get that you are used to dealing with shit by yourself, but after everything he has done, tell him shit. Not knowing sucks!"
"I don't know why he thinks he is going to jail," Jett blurts out when I look at him.
"He doesn't feel secure, Jett!" I snap, "You are the first guy he gave his heart to after the P'Win-P'Dear debacle. He has hidden in fvcking one-nighters to keep his damn heart safe! Now he put it out there again, and he is waiting for it to get trampled on. Because that is all he has known."
Picking up the bottle, I chug the rest of it as I glare at my friends, who are just blinking at me.
"Don't you think they are worried?" I hiss, pointing back to the seniors. "Do you see them going bat-shit crazy? NO!"
"It is...," Kong trails off, looking at his boyfriend.
"Yeah, Kong, your little monster is probably freaking out," Aim state, "He freaked out at everything before you two got together because he was all questions and doubt. He has to deal with you being the fvcking Moon and people confessing randomly to you all the damn time but never once has he gone all territorial on you as you have gone. At least not to the point that you have done! He has to wear a fvcking turtleneck in this HEAT!!" Tew flinches when I look at him.
"You should know better," I challenge. "Out of all of the guys here, yours is the fvcking calmest and most considerate. And from what I can tell, he is as lost at relationships as Kong's little monster, but he hasn't once asked you not to be yourself. Do you not trust him? He is not your ex-boyfriend. He is fvcking P'Knott."
Looking at Wad, I don't know where to begin. P'Dean so taints his and P'Prem's relationship. Even with the bastard locked up, he is a ghost from the past.
"I don't know what to tell you," I say to Wad. "You and P'Prem have a lot of shit to deal with more than any of us. But I do know that guy would die for you, so cut him some slack and fvcking talk to him. Even if it is embarrassing as hell because he is the one person who would never judge you." Jett looks at me expectantly.
"I don't know what to say to you either," I sigh. "P'Tutah is a great guy. He is my senior's best friend. If you break him, I am going to have to help P'Bright bury the body. So don't fvcking break him."
"That's my nong," I hear behind me. I turn to find P'Bright grinning at me before his head hits the table. I look at the other seniors and see that they have also passed out.
"Now, all of you, take your boyfriend home and think about your actions," I ordered my friends, "And if you guys ever make me be the fvcking voice of reason again, I am going to punch all of you! I am not going to be the effing P'Knott of our group!!!"
We hear clapping over by the bar and turn to look at who it is. P'Dear and P'Win are sitting there watching us.
"Good job, nong," P'Win smiles when they walk over.
"Sawasdee Khrap," we wai the seniors.
"Sawasdee Khrap," P'Dear and P'Win reply as they sit down with us.
"W-W-why are you here?" I stammer. How much did he hear of my rant?
P'Dear jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the bartender, "He called us," P'Dear explains. "He knew my nongs would need help getting home. So he gave me a call. I did this in the past for these guys. He didn't expect a group of nongs to come to collect them."
P'Win laughs, ruffling my hair, "P'Win-P'Dear debacle? Seriously? You make it sound like something we should learn about in history class."
"N'Aim is right, though," P'Dear states looking at my friends. "Nothing he said was wrong. I understand being jealous and having someone you are afraid of losing." P'Win reaches over, placing his hand on P'Dear's. "And I can't say I have been brilliant at relationships. But I have learned one thing. Talk to them. Tell them what is bothering you and what you are worried about." He jabs Kong's head with a finger, "If you keep it in there, it will drive you crazy and screw things up."
Hearing bottles tumble on the table; we look over to see P'Arthit standing up glaring at P'Dear. We watch as he climbs over the table, sending bottles everywhere and waking the other seniors.
He grabs P'Dear's hand, growling, "Mine! Don't touch!" Before he walks over and crawls in Kong's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck passing out again.
"Okay," P'Dear drawls, "I think that was a combination of N'Kongpop possessiveness and N'Tew rules."
"Not funny, P'," Kong mutters as he tries to readjust his boyfriend on his lap without waking him.
Tew is looking at his boyfriend, who is sleepily blinking back at him. "How am I going to get him back to the dorm?" he asks. I was wondering the same thing. I notice my other friends nodding their heads in thought, too.
"We will help," P'Dear offers, "We can load up half of you and come back for the rest, or we can help the other half get a taxi." He looks at us, scratching the back of his head, deciding.
"N'Tutah and N'Jett go with us," P'Win puts in, making Jett glare at both of the seniors. I don't know if he is jealous of those two and their relationship with his boyfriend or if he is pissed at them hurting his boyfriend.
"I think we need to help N'Tew with N'Knott," P'Dear says, looking at P'Knott. "He is too big for him to handle by himself if he can't walk." Tew nods his head at this.
"N'Kongpop, can you handle N'Arthit on your own?" P'Win asks.
"Yeah, I just need to get him walking and into a cab," Kong says as he smooths away P'Arthit's hair off his face.
"I can handle P'Prem," Wad says as he stands up. "Once I get him in the cab, I will be fine." He looks at Kong and grins. "I have done this before." Kong laughs back at him.
"What about the bill?" Tew asks, looking at the empty bottles.
"I have already settled that," P'Win says as he helps Jett haul P'Tutah out of the booth.
P'Tutah is currently pinching both of Jett's cheeks, mumbling, "I will miss you when I am in jail. Will you miss me?"
"P'," Jett sighs as he removes P'Tutah's hands. "You are not going to jail, and if you did, I would miss you. Now let's go to your dorm."
"Why the hell does he keep going on about jail?" P'Win asks.
"Not a clue," Jett mutters as he follows behind his swaying boyfriend.
"Come on, P'Prem," Wad tugs on his boyfriend's arm to get him standing. "Time to go home."
"You are talking to me," P'Prem pouts, pulling Wad into a hug. I don't think I have ever seen Wad blush before. That is new. I laugh when he glares at me.
"What? I didn't see anything," I tell him before he can punch me. I always wondered how two tsundere guys ended up together.
I look over at Kong as he stands up with P'Arthit. "You need help," I ask.
"No, I got this," he grumbles as he heads for the door.
P'Dear and Tew have finally got the giant to his feet, and I laugh when he pushes both of them off.
"Can't touch," P'Knott giggles, Tew facepalms himself.
"P'Knott," Tew coaxes, "It is me. Let's go back to the dorm."
"Can I touch you?" P'Knott says in a tone that makes me not want to ever follow up on what happened once they got back to the dorm. Shit! How the hell do I get rid of the mental image I just gave myself. Bad brain!
"Yes," Tew sighs, "Just get up, and let's go." P'Knott stands up and starts staggering to the door grinning with Tew and P'Dear following behind him.
"N'Aim, I guess that leaves you with N'Bright," P'Dear remarks as he looks back at me, "Will you be able to handle it?"
"Yeah," I say, standing, "Let me help with the other guys first."
I wave at Kong and Wad as the taxi they piled into takes off. Now time to take care of my idiot senior. I feel an arm as it drapes across my shoulder.
"I am starving," P'Bright says, "Let's go get something to eat."
"Really, P'Bright? 'Tutah! I am going blind!! Why is it so dark!?!' I mimic.
"What? It was funny," P'Bright laughs, "Someone had to stay somewhat sober. They certainly were not going to."
"No, kidding! How did they drink that much in such a short time?" I ask. "And if you were 'somewhat' sober, what the hell was with that text?"
"It had to make some kind of sense," P'Bright snorts. "You found us."
"We had to use the tracking app," I bark, "Only then did your gibberish make sense."
"I thought I got it close enough," P'Bright shrugs. "Your little tirade was spot on, by the way. I would have punched every one of them if I wasn't their senior. Thanks for setting them straight."
"So, what is my reward?" I ask as we begin walking down the street.
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