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

Chapter 8

"Oh sweetie you're early" The middle-aged nurse looked sympathetically at King's dark eye bags and gave him a warm comforting smile. He looked like he'd gone through literal hell. "Come along, he's awake".

King obediently followed with jittery legs feeling his heart hammering with each step he took forward. He was guilty, restless and most of all frightened. Bohn was going to kill him. He had seen what he did to that harmless IT freshman, so what chance he had on surviving? Last night he hadn't had a wink of sleep because of night terrors. In those nightmares Bohn yelled at him, 'you dare to kill me?!' as he gutted him with a pocket knife and later ran him over with a huge garbage truck.

The people passing by the open corridor gave him weird looks as he peeped through the glass window hanging on the door like a thief.

He saw Bohn's longs legs... resting on the bedside table, his four limbs comfortably stretched over the entire space like he owned the place. He was leaning against the wall propped on a white pillow, dressed in patient's clothes, narrowing sharp eyes at anyone who walked passed him. Almost like a paranoid wild beast inside a cage.

"Go on"

Startled by the sudden tap, King fell forward unceremoniously. The door pushed open under his weight resulting a long creak.

"Hun, your friend is here to see you" The nurse held the door open. She didn't seem to notice the awkward tension inside the room. "I'll come by ten minutes and you'll be good to go"

As she left, she closed the door behind successfully sealing King's doom. Bohn looked down under the white gauze like an emperor would his peasant. On his knees with sweaty palms King considered performing a full Japanese bow since he was already at it. He got nothing to lose.

When he was about to put his forehead on the ground the hospital bed creaked. King immediately abandoned the first plan and scrambled up to his feet, cowered under the watchful gaze with clammy fists and stared at the spotless white tiles with great interest.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"...."

Was he hearing right? King snapped his head up blinking his big eyes.

"...."

"Y-you? You don't r-remember me?"

"I wouldn't ask if I did would I?" Bohn countered coldly.

Unfriendly, unapologetic, and crass as always. He didn't seem any different. But Bohn wasn't someone who liked to play around- especially with his assaulter. Maybe he doesn't know it was him?

Impossible, even if it was Bohn would punch him anyway. Besides they were the only people left at the slope, surely Bohn could easily put one and one together. So that means...maybe he really did lose his memory. King couldn't help flashing his teeth.

"I..I'm the one who admitted you to the hospital. And I'm the first one to see you today. Ai'Pheun, you really don't know me? I'm your best friend..... obviously~"

A best friend who's happy to see he had lost his memory.

Bohn gave him a skeptical once over from head to toe. The neat clothes, unblemished skin, and fidgety frame- at one glance one could easily tell King wasn't anywhere near his usual friend type. He waved him off without even bothering to ask for his name.

"Take me home"

"W-what?" King's smile faded as Bohn started to undress in front of him. "What are you doing?!"

"Did you bring me clothes?" Bohn asked as he slipped on his old jeans and snatched King's side bag while he stood there like a statue. He sniffed the faint vanilla scent on the spare navy blue T-shirt and slipped it over his head then started to lace his shoes.