Hold My Hand

3

AN

I guess you could consider it as a filler.
I have been quite busy these past few days. I'm tired and this is the only thing I could write.

Anyway, like I said, I'm not familiar with Thailand's Uni system so just bear with my imagination.

Thank you for reading!
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When Aim told him one of the seniors wanted to talk to him Kongpob didn’t think much of it. But as it turned out he should have. Apparently they wanted to make him participate in the upcoming University Festival a month from now.

    The University Festival is held every year near the end of the school year where different faculties come up with different ideas to showcase their program’s specialty. Every faculty can come up with numerous ideas educational, or for entertainment. It’s a good way to earn money that can be added to their faculty’s activity funds for the next year, also it’s a good way to encourage more investors for the university.

    So it came to a surprise to him as to why his faculty decided to make him one of the ‘waiters’ for their so called “Gear Café.”

    “We’ve already came up with something to showcase for next month,” said one of the seniors, “freshmen like you guys are needed to handle the less complicated things.”

    There’s nothing Kongpob can do about it. It’s not like he can argue his way out of his senior – actually he could but he thought it was futile.

    “Well you’re the campus’ moon,” says Maprang, “it’s expected you’d be one of the waiters.”

    Maprang is one of the waitresses as well together with Prepailin and May.

    “But why do I have to be in it?” Aim groans.

    “Because you’re good looking duh.” Maprang rolls her eyes.

    Kongpob turns to Tew who seems to be as uncomfortable as Aim feels but as per usual he doesn’t say anything about it. Tew’s the class representative anyway, and that guy takes responsibility to a whole new level.

    “Why am I not included?” Oak whines.

    Maprang rolls her eyes again. “We want to lure in customers, not scare them away.”

    The group laughs and Oak sulks.

    “Anyway, you’re part of the back office so you’ll be participating as well.” He says.

    “But I want to wait tables and meet girls,” pouts Oak, “not make drinks.”

    “Just think about it this way,” Prepailin starts. “You make the drinks, and when the girls like it we’ll just say that you made them. That way you’ll still meet girls.”

    Oak perks up. “I’ll definitely make the best damn drinks then!”

    “Hope you won’t poison them,” Maprang mutters.

    The freshmen have a meeting later this afternoon regarding the said café. The second years and fourth years are making their own showcases, while the third years are left with their internship. Kongpob thinks about his boyfriend. He hasn’t seen Arthit for about three days already, with him being busy with assignments and exams, and Arthit with his internship. Kongpob misses him badly. Texts and calls are not enough, he needs to see his boyfriend and be with him. Although Arthit’s room is only a building across from his it’s hard to find a time with their schedules. Usually, Arthit comes home late at night so Kongpob doesn’t want to bother him, he figures Arthit is dead tired from work and commuting he doesn’t want to add to it.

    Kongpob opens his LINE app and texts his boyfriend.

    “Have a meeting this afternoon, P’. You going home early?” it reads.

    He pockets his phone because he knows his senior is busy with work.

   

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“You want us to wear what?” Aim exclaims.

    “Necktie and black shorts.” Maprang says.

    Kongpob is not sure about this. His seniors told him that they’re the ones in charge of the “Gear Café” this year. Apparently the Gear Café has been a thing in the engineering faculty since the beginning. He agreed to be a waiter at the café in the University Festival; he’s not sure about wearing such little clothing.

    “Isn’t that a little too revealing?” Tew asks.

    “Pfft, we’ll be wearing miniskirts and crop tops,” Maprang says, “and last year the waiters were in sexy drag, and the waitresses wore sexy tuxedos. It’s practically tradition. I did my research.”

    “Good thing I’m at the back office,” mumbles Oak.

    “Yeah,” Pepailin says, “THAT is a good thing.”

    “Besides,” Maprang continues, “You guys are good looking and have the body for it.”

    The freshmen are all gathered up in the covered court for the meeting. All the appointed waiters and waitresses look uncomfortable, especially the guys, because wearing just a tie and shorts is too much for them, even for Kongpob.

    “Uhmm,” one of their batch mates raises a hand, “shouldn’t we confide with the seniors if it’s okay to wear something like that University grounds?”

    Maprang crosses her arms and turns to Tew and Kongpob.

    “I’ll go ask them if it’s okay.” Tew says, “Kong will you come with me?”

    “Sure.” He mutters.

    He and Tew heads to where the fourth years are, and as they walk Kongpob looks at his phone and sees no reply. He sighs and moves on.

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In the end they managed to bargain for a vest and shorts. The seniors actually were on board with the necktie and shorts idea but Kongpob and Tew made a bargain for it. At least they won’t have to show too much skin. Maprang was obviously upset about this progress and Kongpob and Tew will do everything in their free time to watch her like a hawk so she won’t go to the seniors and talk to them.

    That girl is scary when she sets her mind into something.

    Kongpob wondered how Arthit will react to this.

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AN

I will make sure to make the next chapter as sickeningly fluffly as I can!