King's College Survival 101 - Fake Dating (BohnKing RamKing)

Chapter 13

King blushes a deep red from his whole face to neck, way past his T-shirt collar, probably down to the waist. Bohn finds it highly amusing. He resists the urge to nip one of those pink-tipped ears- bite him in general because King is that chewy he might be developing a biting kink- but yeah, King looks like he's half a minute away from passing out so....maybe later.

He has plenty of time to savor him.

"Let's eat!" Bohn says merrily, a self-congratulatory grin on his face. He drags King to the backyard of their library, no one really comes there after lunch, and plops down on the empty table beside him. King doesn't say a word, doesn't do anything, like he's gone into shock. Staring at the open package of Khao Mok Gai like a mourner would do a coffin at a funeral.

"What is it, you don't like it?" Bohn smells it to check whether if it's gone bad. "It's still warm. Here's your spoon. Eat slowly we have time"

King barely blinks. Eyes dead. Bohn thinks he broke him.

He puts his palm under King's wet bangs and frowns. No fever.

"If you don't wanna eat let's talk about what happened in middle school"

King hastily doges his hand and starts shoveling food in his mouth. Bohn smirks around a spoonful of heavenly smelling chicken rice and leisurely continues scrolling down where he left off.

He's amazed at all the theories built around their 'relationship'- or lack of thereof. Admin goes by the name 'rottenfujoshi'- whatever the hell that means. It's pink all over, hoarded with corny little hearts, peaches, weird emojis like brinjals, and some shit that doesn't seem to make any sense. He skips most of it. Their reliable source is someone called Ai'Big-Boss, the entitled mutual companion and self-proclaimed prime witness to anything related to Bohn/King CP. Bohn arches his brow.

"Hey, you wanna skip the last two lectures?" He asks as they dump the empty take-out boxes in the trashcan.

King stares at him, shoulders hunched worrying his lip. It's either because his nerdy ass cares too much about studies and disappointing their professors or because he's scared of his response if he declines when Bohn asked him so nicely. Bohn sighs and pretends not to know what he's thinking.

"We're going to grab Ice cream, not to do anything indecent"

King parts his mouth, reddens like a ripe tomato, and looks away.

The walk to the back gate is brief. King fiddles with the hem of his T-shirt, picks on the material with growing anxiety as they eventually come across the familiar hill. Bohn rummages his pant pocket to take out the car key and mindlessly flicks the Pikachu's tail in slight amusement. He whips his head around when nervous fingers latch in his blue blazer by the end and gently tugs at it. King takes his handback just as fast giving him those eyes again.

"What is it now?"

"I-I.....I uh," King looks past him somewhere over his shoulder, restlessly bouncing on his heels. Bohn is almost tempted to ask if he wants to use the washroom.