Bad Buddy AUs: Prompts and One-shots

💔 Only if You Knew 💔

But I watch your eyes as she walks by 
What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky 
She's got you mesmerised while I die 
- Heather, Conan Gray - 

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Oh f'ck!

Pran winced in pain as he tried to move his left shoulder experimentally. He wasn't supposed to be distracted during rugby practice. He was supposed to focus on perfecting his moves to defeat the Engineering faculty.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could see Pat's smug face everywhere.

And his heart ached to kiss the annoying smirk away from Pat's boyish face.

"This is the only time when you can fight legally without getting into trouble. Pour your wrath out..."

The annoyance in Pran's core flared as he thought of the memory of Pat hanging out with Ink. Pat was so happy to see Ink again. Ink even remembered that Pat prefers his drinks to be less sweet.

Only if you knew, how much I liked you.

Wai's face blurred into Pat's, and Pran couldn't take it anymore. He charged forward and shoved into Wai's torso. Wai took a step away, avoiding Pran's tackle and Pran ended up rolling on the ground ungracefully.

Pran's left shoulder took the full impact of his fall, he cried hoarsely and struggled to deal with the bursting pain.

He couldn't differentiate the pain in his body was due to physical pain, or due to emotional damage.

Pran mourned for the first love that had ended before it began.

The Architecture rugby team players scrambled to lift Pran up and helped him walk to the bleachers. Pran didn't realise a lone drop of tear slipped across his pale cheeks until Wai wiped it off with a clean napkin.

"Khor thot, I didn't expect this to end..."

Wai assumed that Pran was crying from the physical pain he was experiencing.

On the other hand, Louis handed him an iced cold bottle of water. Pran grabbed the bottle and pressed it into his left shoulder immediately, he was almost certain that it would bruise badly by tonight. He nodded to Louis wordlessly as an appreciation.

"It's okay, it's my fault to tackle you before the coach gave us instructions."

Pran smiled weakly, reassuring Wai that it wasn't his fault.

Wai, however, still has that deep crease between his brows, he looked at Pran worryingly, as if Pran was lying to him to make him feel better.

Pran's injured left shoulder didn't allow him to move around much. He took over Wai's palm and rested on his own thighs, patting it gently, hoping that it would convey his feelings across.

Guilt was eating Wai up from within. Pran had been his closest friend since high school, no matter what he had done, Pran always had his back.

Even when he was a troublemaker, Pran helped him out almost every time without asking for a return.

If Pran couldn't play for the match happening in two days' time, then, he would play his best for Pran.

That was the very least he could do for Pran.

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Pran continued his practice, as usual, enduring the shoots of pain stubbornly. He didn't need a break, he couldn't take a break.

Because whenever he took a break, Pat's face was all he could think of.

And it was killing him from within.