Fu-ack!

Duck and chicken

(a/n: Ignore the title. So I rewatch the scene again for references and now I am mad. Okay this is the boring old, sad trope(edit:No they are not actually boring nor old.I love the story but the angst hurts me alot.) that would be told in my own dramatic and slow type of story telling that my friend told me to outgrow from but I am mad okay? Skip this if you want the other trope which comes after 🐽 emoji. Truthfully, I preferred the other trope. Enjoy!)

Kongpob was strolling around the university canteen when M told him via phonecall about a certain head hazer still running around the field track at this moment. The hand that held the bag of food thighten as Kongpob told his friend that he will be there soon and run to his trusty motorcycle. He folds his umbrella carelessly and tosses it inside the basket alongside the dinner he bought before he zoomed past the pedestrians while trying to keep his eyes open in the rain. If you ask him why is he rushing like a man whose pregnant wife is awaiting for him at the hospital due to labor, he would answer with an angry fuck off and continues to speed his way towards the stubborn senior.

As soon as he parks his bike, he rushed to the field with his umbrella on his grip. He instantly saw a lone figure who is slowly dragging his feet pitifully on the tracks with rain-soaked body clearly looking like he could faint at any moment. He opened his umbrella and shield the rain away from his senior which in turn pushes his body away. Arthit still got his fires burning brightly in his eyes but his shove is not energised enough to move the junior for even an inch and this ended up with his fist on kong's shirt instead.

"Go away brat! Let me finish this round!" Arthit shouted. He released the shirt and willed his body to slow jog. He didn't feel the rain on his head again and he saw that the deaf or stupid junior is holding up the umbrella again.

"The fuck is wrong with your brain?? I said to leave didn't I? This is none of your business so Go!!" Arthit yelled while looking at the persistant junior.

The one who has brain problem here is you shithead."P' if you won't stop then so won't I." I stare at this idiot senior of mine and his delirious condition. He is currently gritting his teeth when suddenly P' Knot interrupts.

"Get this brat away from me" P'Arthit said before continuing his pathetic strut of pride. Kongpob felt a pinch of hurt in his chest and he will still chase Arthit if not for the hand that holds his arm. Knot was actually as worried as Kongpob but he holds the junior back and warned him to get out of his seniors' business. Kongpob reluctantly made his way to the podium with pained eyes.

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(a/n:Now this is the outsider prespective or my crack induced brain perspective. Yep, I'm sure that here comes my cringey trope. For those who feel the emotional turmoil (or nothing at all) from the trope above take a deep breath and clear your mind to enjoy this part. The ending will collide at 🐽 so skip this part all you want (correction: you have to choose at least one trope..sorry))

The numbers of people who sit at the podium are more than they expected. Toota and Bright were joking with each other about last night Rick and Morty episode when Toota felt weird that he can spots students from other departments are among the spectators. Prem widened his eyes at something on his phonescreen and immediately told the two to check their phones.

"Damn... they caught my bad angle! I look so ugly in these pictures! Where is this trump_74 guy? I need him to wipe his photography skills on a wood plank, maybe they will work better than the sandpaper from how rough they are!" Bright got his head knocked by Prem.

"Focus on the real reason of why I told you to see that post. People are noticing something about Arthit and this invites unwanted attentions, I feel like something terrible will happen.." Prem prays to god that he was wrong.