My Beloved Teacher ⭐

6 : 🧑‍🏫

Kimhan was making photocopies in the teacher room when he noticed young Porchay running away from his cousin Macau.
Hehe that my boy.
He smiled victoriously before suddenly noticing Lady Priya's presence:

"Professor Kim, here are the forms from the music club, all approved by our dear President ! You will have a lot of work again !"

"Thank you, Khun Priya."

Kim took the papers with interest, of course, Porchay Kittisawasd's application had been accepted without problem.
Kim put away the papers before noticing his colleague's worried face.

"Something is wrong ?"

"Well...The young Kittisawasd, I had his big brother in first year...They're lovely boys but life is hard with them."

"Ohhh you say that because they are handsome, aren't you?" Kim replied back because he wanted to tease her.

Priya laughed before rolling her eyes.

"I can't help it, I have two boys at home too... They wouldn't be able to live without their mommy... But they don't have parents..."

Kim looked more serious and he nodded gently. He knew very well how it felt.
He had grown up without a mother.
Kim greeted his colleague and left.

"Yes Pa?"

The professor had received a call from his father on the way home.
The old man asked him to come over for a coffee and Kim accepted.

"Khun Kim?" Anon exclaimed in surprise.

He had been affiliated for the services of his master since a long time ago but the latter was always unpredictable.

"Ah Anon, hello. I'm going to meet my Pa and my brothers, park my car."

"Yes sir !"

Kimhan threw his key in the air and went to Tankhun's room first, but something was off...

"...Ohhh and that's a picture of him at the beach, look he was naked! He was much cuter back then, don't you think so ?!"

Tankhun's voice was cheerful and a chuckle that Kim recognized made him wince.
Oh no.
Pity.
Anything but that.

"Tankhun."

His big brother was sitting on his big round bed, with several pictures in front of him and a young boy with big black eyes was laughing next to him.

"Here we are... you can see for yourself, he got grumpy while growing up! Hello to you too, stupid little brother." Tankhun concluded.

"Ahh hello again, Khun Kim."

Porchay was there.
In his big brother's room. He was looking at pictures of baby Kimhan.
Oh shit.
Kim crossed his arms and stared at his big brother: tonight he was seriously going to have to kill his own brother!

"Can you explain to me why my student is in your...bed?"

Porchay blushed looking down and Tankhun threw a pillow in his little brother's face angrily:

"EH! Don't say it like that! Poor Chay, he's going to feel embarrassed because of you!"

"It's nothing, I'm going to leave..." stammered Porchay, who despite his embarrassed behaviour, had a bright amused look.

Kim stiffened and he stepped back, pursing his lips.
He just wanted to know why the young boy was here, not force him to leave!

"I was just asking !" Kim snapped, grabbing Porchay's wrist.

Tankhun hid his eyes, chuckling like an idiot and he whispered:

"Oh my, keep going, pretend I'm not there hehehe..."

Kimhan immediately let go of Chay's hand and he looked down, this was no time to blush! Especially since the young boy's big laughing eyes were focused on him.
Tankhun laughed and even wiped away fake tears before saying:

"I just wanted to go and annoy Macau at your school but I couldn't find him and I ran into his friend...Prochay Kittisawasd. He's adorable huh? He told me that you were his teacher and you were very nice...So since I was bored I invited him!"

Tankhun looked very proud of himself.
Porchay nodded before retrieving his bag and placing his hands in front of his chin respectfully.

"Thanks for the snack, P'Tankhun.."

"P'Tankhun?" Kim snarled.

Tankhun stuck his tongue out at his before going to another room.
He was now alone with his student.
Alone.
With his very pretty young student.
In his home.
Fuck.

"...I..I'm sorry I came to your house without your permission.." Porchay whispered.

"It's not...Well Tankhun invited you so you have the right to be here."

Kimhan was a little confused, he wasn't sure what to do.
Clearing his throat he showed the keys to his car to the young boy:

"Do you want me to drop you off at home? I have to go home too anyway..."

Chay gave him a big innocent smile, full of joy and sweetness.
The young boy accepted and Kim took one of the many cars in their family garage: the Theerapanyakul were rather rich.

"Wow..." Porchay whispered.

"Kinn likes fancy cars..." Kim lied, in truth most of the sports cars were his.

But he was afraid of the young boy's reaction if he learned that his teacher had expensive tastes.
Chay was a simple boy, not from a wealthy family. What if he finds Kim arrogant? No way.

"Should we go ?"

"Yes !"

The sparkling eyes of the young boy were worth more than all his precious cars.
Kim bit his cheek to stay focused on the road.
He tapped the steering wheel with the same rythme than the music and Porchay stared at him with interest.

"Khun Kim?"

"Um...?"

"Can I ask you a question ?"

"Yes."

Porchay had every right, even if he didn't know it.
Kim watched him patiently.
The young boy seemed to hesitate, then he simply pointed to the dashboard of the car:

"What is your style of music?"

"Oh... I listen to everything..."

Porchay was interested in him?!
Kim suppressed a smile, he started a long stupid speech about music and especially guitar but Porchay listened to him carefully.

"Well...thanks for the private lesson, sir! We've arrived!" Prochay exclaimed when he saw the entrance to his neighborhood.

Kim immediately regretted having talked so much, but Porchay looked at him with such tenderness that he gently nodded.

"...T-thank you for listening to me..."

"Oh oh are you still mad at me for this morning?" laughed Porchay.

Kim couldn't hold back anymore, he laughed too.
It was the first time that a student made him so happy.