Devoir, Devotion

Iktsuarpok

“..... Wake? Are you awake, Pete? Oye, do you hear me or not?!”

Pete did not have the strength to open his eyes and confirm his death, so he resorted to asking.

“Ughhhhh…. Am I in hell?”

“No, you’re not in the Minor Family Mansion….”

Alright then.

Gathering a bit more strength, Pete opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust his vision to the sudden darkness.

“You should be thankful to me for saving your ass. Had you stayed for some more time, we might’ve needed to get your liver replaced.”

“Khun Noo…”

“Fine, fine… You get up now. Here, have some water and take this pill. I’ve got some clothes arranged for you.” Tankhun said, voice laced with equal parts amusement and disdain. “I’ve also called that asshole and let him know that you’re staying in the Major Family Mansion for the night. You can thank me later. Also take a shower before sleeping, you reek of alcohol. My gosh…”

Pete processed the information word by word.

With each word that he registered, the level of concern rose by a significant amount.

The process was still notably slow due to the splitting headache Pete was experienced as soon as he got up.

He sat up and looked around, fond memories piling up in his heart.

Pete had not even registered before that he was in his old dorm room. It was still exactly like he had left it a year ago (he thinks that Porsche had a hand in maintaining it just like before). It made him regretful of how he had all these visits to the Major Family Mansion in the past year, and not once thought about visiting his room.

He smiled, patting the bedding. Even the bed-

Wait a damn minute…

“Huh?”

“What happened? Are you dying?” Tankhun quipped with brows raised up.

“Oh no I just- Khun Noo, what happened to the bed?”

The expression Tankhun made clearly meant that he was too worked up to even begin.

“That fucker Porsche sometimes drinks so much that he crashes on the bed! But the bed was a single one so he broke his nose one time hahahahaha!” Tankhun laughed like it was one of the best things he had ever witnessed and now Pete recalled Porsche once saying that he broke his nose in a fight.

He bit his lips hard. The attempt to not laugh was a desperate one.

“Anyway, he sometimes just throws himself on bed when drunk and has broken his nose and a bed frame previously. But I’m not too sure it was him throwing himself on the bed that broke it. I know Kinn is a fucking horndog and Porsche in the mix is like a fucking 1+1 deal of horny… But who cares? As long as that little shit is happy. Ah yes, the bed, right? So the broken one was replaced with queen sized to avoid any more broken nose… Wait, why am I here still? Oh god I’ve got to see the new episode of my drama! I’m out!”