Save Me [KimCop Story]

Save Me 014

Copter was staring blankly at the canvas he is working on. It was his 3rd subject of the day but the professor gives them time to finish their materials instead of the normal lecture and so here is hanging outside their classroom.

Boun talked to him about his condition telling him not to be afraid of anything. They brought him home after the long hours of talk and told him to call them if he needs anything.

Should I be happy that I am not a beta or should I be more worried that it seems that I am not really normal?

He thought while letting out a deep sigh. He also found out that his condition is a rare case like Prem who is a recessive Alpha, he was so surprised with the information he got coz for all these years, he thought Prem was an omega.

His phone vibrated and saw a line message from Prem.

Ter, don’t think about it too much. You will be fine. Call me if you need anything. ❤

Copter smiled upon reading the message from Prem. He pressed the call button as he stares at the sketches he just finished.

Ter? What happened?

Paopao, do you really think that I will be okay?

Hmm, are you still thinking about it?

Yeah

Where are you?

At school. Working on my canvas

You should be studying. Why are you calling me?

Because you message me. And I am thinking about those Stuff we talk about.

Told you not to overthink about it but then again, I won’t blame you though. It was too much of an information.

And why didn’t you tell me about you?

I don’t think there was a need for it because Phi Boun says it doesn’t matter.

That’s true. You are still that annoying paopao anyway.

Now you are calling me annoying? This kid. Just believe in yourself Ter. You are perfect in your own right regardless what system you are in.

But you still didn’t tell me if which class do I belong to?

I’ll meet you in an hour. I have all time for you.

Are you not supposed to be working as a nurse?

Ya! I am working because you need me. I am your nurse, right?

Fine see you.


Copter chuckles after ending the call with Prem and decided to focus on his materials instead of overthinking. He folded his sleeves as he continued painting his materials that he needs to submit later that day.

He looks around and saw most of the students from their faculty are wearing casual clothes like him since it’s midweek and painting in white uniform can be messy.

“Ter, I like your tats.” One of his classmates uttered when they passed by him going down the stairs. He just smiled and didn’t say anything.