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

Chapter 7 - Part 2

"Aren't you almost done, P'No?" Can calls from where he lounges on the patio chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him. "It's been an hour! I thought stir fry was supposed to be quick."

"It has not!" Type protests from the kitchen, shouting loud enough that Kengkla can hear him clearly through the screen door that separates the dining room and kitchen from the porch. "It's barely been thirty minutes. Be patient, Ai' Can!"

Can huffs and reaches over to Good sitting across from him, waving his hand in front of Good's phone in the others hands. "Ai' Good, let's go another round," Can tells him, reaching for his own phone and setting on on the table. But Good doesn't answer vocally, nodding instead, and leans over the table to stare down at their phone screens.

Kengkla's gaze jumps from Can to Type on the other side of the porch where the senior rests in a lounge chair next to Champ. The sunglasses on his face mask his expression, but the smile gives away his amusement of the situation. Champ seems disinterested, eyes closed, while he listens to music through one earbud. He wears almost the same expression as Technic sitting adjacent to Kengkla on a patio couch. His chin is tipped down, staring at his phone, and ignoring Kengkla. After finding out they had to share a bed in the same room as Can and Good, Technic bribed Kengkla to add another night to his stay at the resort.

But so far, Kengkla hasn't gained anything from the trip beyond learning Techno is good at secretly good at cooking and will accept snacks as a gift. Kengkla's frowning as he pulls his phone from his pocket, squinting to read the screen in the sun and types a message to Technic.

Kengkla: i'm going to go check on p'no. distract p'type if he tries to come in

He waits a second then glances up at Technic who looks in his direction, nodding. Instead of waiting for a reply, Kengkla puts the phone back in his pocket and stands up, straightening his shirt. Trying to walk quietly, he moves past Can's table and makes it almost to the door before Type asks, "Where are you going?" When Kengkla turns to him, Type is staring at him with his sunglasses pushed onto his head, sitting up a bit. Champ has an eye cracked open too, watching them.

"I was going to see if P'No needed help," Kengkla tells him, reaching out to grab the handle on the sliding door. "Did you need something, P'Type?"

Type considers him for a moment. Kengkla can see Technic stirring in his periphery, can hear the sounds from Can and Good's phones. For a moment, for these few brief heartbeats, he's not sure what to do if Type finds him suspicious.

"No, just make sure he doesn't hurt himself," Type says suddenly before pulling the glasses back over his eyes and tilting his head back. Champ does the same, and Kengkla knows he doesn't have anything to worry about. He spares a quick glance at Technic, who rolls his eyes and waves him on, before pulling the door open and stepping inside.

He takes a breath in relief at the cool air hitting his skin then shuts the door close behind him with a click.

...

It takes Kengkla maybe a few seconds to walk through the dining room to the doorway connecting it to the kitchen. He hasn't had much time to explore the house or find where Techno will be sleeping, but it's obvious the house is well-maintained and expansive. Even the dining room could be mistaken for his own with a large wooden table and expensive chairs that could sit ten. The decorations don't give much away about the owner, but Kengkla figures it's split ownership, which is common for upper-middle-class people. The kitchen is as expansive as the dining room with a large cooking area, middle island, and two bar stools. But it's small compared to Kengkla's home kitchen.