King's College Survival 101 - Fake Dating (BohnKing RamKing)

Chapter 6 Part I

Part I

At this point life couldn't get any worse, King concluded as he walked down the hallway with his head down, embarrassed to his core. The murmurs and constant staring, it wasn't this bad even when he became the batch top last year. In fact, a week after that nobody gave two shits about it.

But this..... his and Bohn's scandalous news~ quoted according to the forum of their new fan page, has spread over the campus like wildfire. King only had taken a glance at the fan page icon- the one that Bohn and him were engaged in a shameful humping position staring at each other with painfully love-stricken eyes because a world beyond them doesn't exist~, again 'quoted' according to the original page description. He had turned off his phone with steam coming out of his ears and chucked it immediately inside his side bag, the manly one, cursing Ai'Tee's grandma while he was at it.

If it wasn't for that backstabbing weasel he wouldn't be in this position he is in now.

Yesterday, King had gone babbling and braying all evening until his throat went parched just to clear the misunderstanding. P'Soda stood on her gay pedestal refusing to budge an inch as stubborn as a mule she was. But had reluctantly agreed not to post the two compromising photos in exchange for the permission to stalk them later as they see fit.

It was better than nothing. Besides they were not going to get anything. They were not a couple and they never will be, not in this lifetime. His aching gut and Bohn's pelvic bone would second that if they could.

And then damn Tee had to appear out of thin air with his godforsaken paint bucket to ruin everything. To lure more participants to the volunteer project he had wanted some HD quality close-ups. Sure enough, Mek's mutilated woodwork and his wife's Picasso paintings weren't going to cut it. P'Soda was too stingy to waste her camera roll on such things either. So the next option was selling King's ass off along with his bully to the fujoshis in a ship that literally had no sails. And he did it with zero regrets. King should have known he was up to no good... if that creepy looking Cheshire grin was anything to go by.

It's just like King said. The workshop went better than they thought, with the exception of himself.

The photos were high quality alright. The camera angle had precisely captured everything without a miss, including identical paint prints. King self consciously covered the red handprint from the prying eyes. It was no use. Bohn had gripped him too hard. The outline was faded, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. In their eyes, they were probably the most daring, fresh from the closet - open gay couple comfortable in their own skin to parade with each others' marking with pride.

He hadn't seen Bohn since he'd been the useless brick that he was last evening. He hadn't even bothered to lift a finger to back him up-better yet back them up, whatever. Sure they hated each other but this time they were in it together. King at least expected him to blow up, but instead, Bohn had watched the whole chaos unfold like it was none of his business.

The only relieving thing about this was Bohn no longer had the chance to beat him up. Not for the time being anyway.

After lunch he had PE. It was a Tuesday so basketball practice was a big no. He thought of doing some revising papers in the library but it was almost impossible to obtain an excuse slip from that gruff old man Khun Apichart. Fortunately, King has always been diligent and the teachers favored him for it. He never had the need to skip classes, even nonsensical periods like PE so it was no harm if he wanted to skip it once or twice. But in the end, he just asked to use the infirmary instead. His current reputation wasn't good and he was most likely to be stared down by everyone in the library. There's no way he could focus under such circumstances.