Reunite

A bit of a situation..!

Pran looked up at Pat, as his breathing got heavier. His face was right next to Pran's and he could hear Pat's heartbeat.

But he couldn't let Pat win.. No matter what he couldn't forgive him. Yeah he's a super attractive guy and stuff, but that doesn't forgive him for being a jerk.

Pran pushed Pat away.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do this, not now."
"What why?..." Pat sighed.

"I still don't forgive you, Pran looked away from him. Also there's people waiting outside."
He unlocked the door and walked out, leaving Pat leaning against the sinks, waiting for action but never getting it.

"Fuck.." Pat mumbled under his breathe as he left.
Then the people waiting outside eyed them, wondering what was happening to them.
"Fucking homo's.." some stranger mumbled under his breathe right as Pran was about to turn the corner.

Pat instantly got up, fight or flight response, he didn't know why or what made him want to do it, but he needed to do it.
"What did you say?" Pat asked the stranger.
"I said you homo's need to be mindful of others, we don't want gays here"

"Say that again, I dare you." He looked at the stranger. He was holding himself back.
"I'm saying your people don't belong here!" He chuckled.

He grabbed the guy by the collar and pinned him up against the wall.
"Are you gonna say it again?" He asked him once more.
"Hell yeah, I don't care if they go down." He laughed.

Pat punched the guy in his nose, making it bleed.
"What the fuck why did you do that?  Is this your way of your people hitting on me, I'm not interested!" He groaned, covering his nose as he shouted.

"What if I said it was? Huh? What would you do about it?" Pat held his collar till it was choking him and lifting him off the floor.
He then threw him, making him crash into the ground.
The guy was screaming in pain, several bruises showing up.
"Come here." He grabbed the guy by the hand, twisting it.
"Oops, my hand slipped..." He rotated his hand the wrong way it's supposed to go, causing it to break
The room went silent, with the man's screeching stopping the silence, as crowds of people started running towards them.

"THIS FUCKING HOMO BROKE MY HAND. FUCKKKKKK..." He screamed, gripping his hand, as it has bruises on it and several of the fingers are deformed.
The guy got up, limping as he threw a limp punch at his face, causing him to bleed from his lips.

"You're just weak, don't even try." Pat chuckled, wiping the blood off his face with his hand.
"Don't make me mad, or I will be seeing you at your funeral."

The guy went on his knees, crying and whimpering. "I'm sorry. IM SORRY!!..." His snot was getting everywhere.
"EW!.. get away." Pat scoffed, kicking him with his foot.

Pran witnessed the whole commotion, and he went up to Pat as the guy waddled away.
"What the fuck was that on about?"
They were in the toilets again, expect Pat was washing the blood off his clothes with cold water. "Cold water removes blood stains by the way." He smiled at him

"So you're just not gonna explain, huh? Is that how it is?"
Pat looked up at Pran as he slowly got up from the sink, turning the tap off.
They were both looking at eachother.
"Fine I'll tell you."

15 mins later
"And he was all on the floor, 'WAAA WAAA' he was begging me to let him go." He laughed at the thought.
"How is that funny? You almost killed the guy..." Pran sighed.

"It wasn't funny, it was hilarious." Pat smirked.
"Plus he called us homo's and he wouldn't care if "our people" would go down."
Pran looked confused, then smiled. "I don't blame you to be honest, but I don't think you should've fought him."

Pat leaned in forward, puckering his lips. "Does that mean I can kiss you now?"
"No, of course not." He put his finger on Pat's lip and pushing him away.
Pat kissed his finger.
"What the fuck." Pran blushed a little, not paying attention to him, as he walked away, seeing Thorn waiting for him.

"Well damn, what happened with you guys?"
He asked.
"Also I don't really care about what happened yesterday with you guys, it's your business but you could've told me anyways" He was upset visibly but he tried hiding it.

"I'm sorry but a lot of things have happened today." Pran sighed.

"Mhm, I know that." He looked at Pat, smiling at him, he smiled back at him.
"Oh gosh, did you hear about the fight?"
"Yup, I did, but personally I would've done the same, no one can disrespect you or the gays like that." He smacked his lips, applying lip balm on.

"Enough chit chat, it's been a long day and I am tired, I want to go home." Thorn said.
"Honestly me too." Pran responded
"Let's go then!" He unlocked the car and they got in, putting their seatbelts on as Thorn turned on the radio, driving away.

"Let's go to Starbucks real quick, I need to get my senses back a bit." He said, turning to go to starbucks.
"I love Starbucks so much... oh yeah! What do you want Pran? It's on me this time." He blew a kiss at him.
Pran looked at the most popular drink on the menu, not saying what he really wants.
"Iced latte please." Pran replied quietly.

"Ok , so 2 iced lattes, and that's all."
They finally got their drinks and they immediately started drinking it.
"I forgot how much I loved Starbucks" He moaned. "I haven't had it in so long aswell." Pran chuckled.
"We need to get Starbucks more often, maybe then your lazy ass would be able to get out of bed if I took you there every single day, for free." Pran's eyes widened. "For free?" He gasped.
"Yeah, I'll pay for our drinks if you decide to wake up on time."
"Anyways let's go."
They zoomed out of Starbucks, back to Pran's apartment.

"Thank you for the ride, he says, and the drink Thorn!" He hugged him as he went inside his room.
"You have a car but choose not to use it.." Thorn sighs
"What would you do without me.." Thorn laughed, walking back to his car.