[Kengkla x Techno] Unfinished Business (Love by Chance Fanfic)

Chapter 5 - Part 3

"Swadee, P's," Kengkla and Technic greet in unison, but Can doesn't wai to Type and Champ, standing up and approaching them with a frown. "P'Type, you told us to be here on time then show up late. What the hell?" Can complains.

He doesn't know what he expects Type to do, Kengkla he wasn't expecting Type to pat Can on the head like a dog. He almost laughs at the sight. "Be quiet, Ai'Can," Type orders with a sarcastic smile then turns to his friend. "Ai'Champ, can you believe this?"

The student named Champ shakes his head. "I can't believe it," He chuckles. "Maybe our captain needs to actually punish his team for once."

Kengkla can feel the insult to Techno dig in under his skin. For all the things people say about Techno, nothing irritates him more than when someone insults Techno's coaching or athletic ability. He's one of the best on his team, even from a non-biased point of view, and he's lead them to many wins. This only puts Champ and Type farther up on his list of people who need to go.

"Hey, I'm the captain ," Techno pouts, dragging the last word into a whine. "You should respect me too then, Ai' Champ. Ai' Type, you too." He sounds like Can now, but Can's no longer interested in the conversation, texting on his phone.

He hears car approaching from behind, a low rumble of the tires on the street, and all of them glance up in direction of the noise. It's a bus approaching with the destination of "Chanthaburi" glowing in red letters, and there are already a few riders on board. The few people waiting at the same bus stop stand up, ignoring Kengkla and others, and walk toward the sidewalk with bags in their hands. The group watches the bus driver exit the vehicle, offering them a polite smile before he unlocks the luggage compartment.

There's a heartbeat of time before Type says "You're right," sounding so completely calm that for a moment Kengkla thinks he's serious. But he's still grinning as he marches over to Techno and drops his bags on the ground. "As captain, you should be responsible for getting our bags on the bus." Champ laughs and follows Type to plop his bag down as well before turning around to head toward the bus.

Techno huffs exasperation. "Really?" He asks sarcastically, and Type grins like he's won something before turning around to follow Champ. "Ai' Type! Ai' Champ! This is unfair. Hey, I'm captain, not a slave!" Type offers Techno a wave behind his head. "Dammit!"

He turns to Good and Can with a frown, and Good says nothing, dropping his bag in front of Techno with a blank expression. "Ai' Good, you can't do that," Techno scolds. "I'm your senior."

But Good just shrugs and lumbers to the bus, passing a pouting Techno. "I'm just...listening to P'Type," Good mumbles so softly Kengkla strains to hear it.

"Ah, come on!" Techno groans, staring down at the bags before turning his attention to Can. He stares at the shorter player then reaches out to flick him in the head. "You too, Ai' Can? Why are you so damn quiet for once? Did your monkey mouth get glued shut?"

Can lets out a whine, glaring up at Techno and slipping his phone into his pocket. "Ouch, that hurt P'No! Don't do that. I'm sensitive!" He sticks out his lip in a pout. "I'm just trying to get Ai' Tin to talk to me. But he won't reply!"