Bad buddy one shots

15.

Warning: Smut

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Being young and hopeful, Pat and Pran had both fooled themselves into believing they could make it. 

That, perhaps, with a little persuasion and hours long conversations, both of their parents could come to understand them.

It wasn't that difficult, was it? 

They knew what love was. The four adults were in love themselves. So, they'd surely understand. 

Well, it was much to their disappointment that the two boys realised they remained misunderstood. 

The hours-long conversation Pran had hoped for with his mother and father was more of an hours-long screaming competition rather than a calm and mature talk between grown-ups. 

Pat hadn't been expecting anything less from his father than yelling and cursing but he had certainly underestimated the loudness of his voice which boomed throughout the walls of the house in such a way Pat had started to fear the walls would start to shake. 

Thinking back, Pat could still remember perfectly the smile Pran had sent his way as they both stood in front of their respectives houses, readying themselves to go talk to their parents. He could remember how stunning Pran had looked, his dimples flashing at him, his expression filled with hope, determination and love. 

So much love.

By seeing all the love, Pat knew at that moment that he was making the best decision. 

And it had been, at the time.

However, the outcome of this decision left the two boys terribly heartbroken and bound to never see a glimpse of each other ever again. 

Pat was glad, whenever he allowed his mind to wander back to the old times, that he had been blessed with such a stunning last look of his boyfriend.

Well, ex-boyfriend.

Pran had never regretted opening up to his parents so much in his life than that day.

To this day, he could still hear the loud screeching voice of his mother, promising him that she was going to do everything in her power to stop Pat from approaching Pran ever again. 

She had kept her promise a little too well.

If it had been under different circumstances, Pran  would have missed his parents so much. However, he couldn't say that was the case. 

Two years.

He had been sent away from home, all the way to Singapour, two years ago. That was a long time to move on and perhaps forgive his parents for sending him away without giving him enough time to say goodbye to his friends and Pat. 

But, no matter how much Pran tried, he couldn't bring himself to forgive them. 

He could still remember the feeling of his shattered heart, desperately trying to beat to keep him alive. And to be fair, his heart had done a great job at that. But in the end, from that day onward, Pran remained alive but feeling dead. 

Pran felt like an empty shell.

It didn't matter how much he tried. It didn't matter how much effort he put into it, how many fake feelings he filled his heart with until it overflowed. 

He remained empty.

He had kept in contact with his friends, talking to them on the phone at any chance given. He listened to them ask how he was doing and telling- no, begging him to talk to them. But he never was able to do so.