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

Chapter 10

The heat of Bohn being amnesiac lasted almost for a week. But nobody dared to interrogate him directly or stare at him long enough to get caught. It was crystal clear they were afraid of him. Bohn didn't know why, he didn't care either. College was boring, the only thing that made him stay in class was the threat of being kicked out of King's condominium.

Bohn knew he had his own apartment. But he was quite content falling asleep on King's clean bedsheets smelling the fresh scent of flowery detergent and vanilla. How girly, but surprisingly, it felt good.

It didn't make any sense, King and he were clearly on different wavelengths. Even if he was amnesiac- or whatever King claims him to be, it was almost impossible to believe that they were 'best friends'. Bohn wasn't stupid. There were times King acted strange and awkward around him, which is like almost all the time. He gets to see him giving pep talks to the juniors, spending ungodly hours studying and talking to plants- how fucking weird, being all cheeky and forward with that walking statue of a weirdo- Imma be the father to all mutts on earth. Bohn can't say he likes him much. And it has nothing to do with the fact that his supposed best friend never gives him the same attention and interest.

But with him, King was nothing more than a scaredy, paranoid and anxious mess that gave him the impression of someone who walked on a field of landmines. Naturally, it made him want to bully him more. Bohn gently traced the final remainings of red paint on his wrist. Was that even normal between good friends? He had claimed his entire bed, his room, and TV, half of his living room and clothes- to cut short, possibly 3/4th of the entire apartment. He ordered him around, made him cook him meals at outrageous times. If they were not up to his standards- which happened to be the most case, he made him order takeout. It was a miracle how King didn't die from blood pressure alone.

Even so, King never told him off. Every time he pushes him to his limits King would just defiantly bite his nearly wobbling lower lip and give him pitiful reddened eyes like a miserably wronged animal. The first time that happened Bohn stared at him dumbfounded for a whole minute before he cleared his throat and let him off. Like what did he do to make him be scared of him this much? It's not like he's all that innocent. Bohn knows. He can see it in his eyes. Sometimes King looks like he's on the verge of snapping his neck off, but for some reason, he doesn't. Instead, he always backs off as if it's his default mechanism.

Are they really best friends? Or could it be King was lying to him all this time?

King jumped with a curse when Bohn's bag landed beside his notes with a thud.

"Scared the crap out of me. Ai'Bohn," He looked around for any witnesses nearby. "-what are you doing here?"

"It's lunch"

"I know. Aren't you supposed to be getting lunch in your cafeteria?"

"Don't wanna. They taste like shit. I went out to buy Pad thai and coke, here, I bought you some too"

King bulged his eyes seeing the logo of the takeout bag. "You skipped a period to buy lunch! From Thip Samai?! That's like six kilometers away! How did you get there?!"

Bohn shrugged. "Your car"

"What! No you didn't, I have my key right-" The same old key with the Pikachu key tag dropped on his open book. "-...here....you- you!-"

"Are you going to threaten me again?" Bohn casually sipped his drink looking at his red face.

King tossed the key back and went back to his notes. "Take the car back if you brought it here. And take your Pad thai with you too. I'm not going to take part in your bad boy gaga by any means"