Recovery

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"Krist! What the hell?!"

The loud shout drew the attention of the students who were having their lunch at the canteen as they watch Krist run off in the opposite direction of Nat who was doing a weird worm wiggle trying to shake off the ice cube that Krist had dropped into the back of his shirt.

Krist laughed loudly as he taunted Nat who started running after him, vowing revenge. As Krist dashed forward again, he turned his head to see if his friend is nearing the distance between them, he didn't realize that he ran into the path of seniors before colliding into one of them.

The hard impact caused both of them to fall, limbs entwined and loud groans ensued. He looked sideways at the other man on the floor next to him, a soft curse formed when he realised just who he crashed into.

"Nong, what the fuck do you think you are doing?"

He winced as he looked up at the intimidating senior glaring down at him. Definitely not his day to be crashing into of all people, the hazing team of his faculty.

Singto stood up dusting off the seat of his pants, face stern as he looked at Krist who is getting an earful from Tum. Tum ordered Krist to run multiple laps around the track field. Singto could see the protests forming on Krist's lips but the younger stopped when he saw Singto glaring at him. He nodded stiffly at Tum before running off to start the punishment.

It was much much later when he returned to his room, body weary but mind still far too active when he thought about the incident. What had made him comply with the order? His mind went to Singto, the older man who is generally silent except when he is barking out orders at the juniors. The head hazer who manages to command the room with very little effort. He stripped off his sweat drenched shirt, stretching his aching joints as he grabbed a drink from the fridge.

He stood at the balcony, drinking the cold water as he looked out at nothing in general, a fingernail scratching at scab on his arm. His phone rang not long after and he answered it with a soft laugh, flirting with the other on the other end of the line, careless laughter escaping from time to time.

As he hung up his phone, the smile disappeared as easily as it had appeared earlier. What do people see when they look at him? This extroverted guy who blessed with good looks and is the life of the party, surrounded by many and loved by many?

They say don't let them in