➡️In which King fake dates his amnesiac bully to save his ass 🌱🐺
Thep King, the top-ranked model student from Faculty of Science fucks up big time for the first time in his life when he accidentally injures the top dog Bohn Patpasit, the master of...
Propped on exhausted elbows and strained muscles in an attempt to arch away, King's whole face resembled a crumpled sheet of paper, almost as if Bohn was holding a bazooka on his face. Letting down the breath he held, King unscrewed his tightly shut eyelids unsurely and slowly blinked, his lips still creased down at the corners. Bohn was grinning, with far too many teeth he would like to see.
Wasn't this guy used to frown all the time?
King's left eye twitched, thinking how unfairly easy it was for Bohn to play him and grill fucking holes on his manly pride every single time. Goddamnit! Even amnesia could not put a stop to that infuriating personality, really.
"Well, yours looks...fugly" He added later with a confident rock to his eyebrows, feeling rather content with his comeback.
Bohn didn't seem to hear at first, too busy staring at his head. Come to think of it, he has been doing that a lot lately. Bohn slightly creased his brows and tilted his head like a large dog, purely confused.
"What's that mean?"
King almost told him to google it. But he valued his teeth too much for that. "Nothing" He nudged Bohn lightly on the chest signaling him to get up. His elbow was starting to shake under his weight.
"AH!!!"
Unexpectedly, his wrist was seized and pointy teeth dug into the delicate flesh making him let out a startled scream. King was both baffled and terrified by the sudden move. "AARGH! LET GO! Y-YOU CRAZY?!!" Instinctively he tried to yank his hand back but only succeeded in provoking Bohn, who rocked his brows in return and nibbled the inside of his wrist until he whimpered.
After good two minutes of struggling King managed to tug his wrist back, and frowned at the light maroon marks adorning around the wrist. Bohn rolled onto his side cackling. Saying how ridiculous he looked between breathless gasps. It only got worse when King's pathetic kick missed his face entirely and knocked the little venus fly trap pot off the coffee table instead. King made a distressed whine and rolled over to strangle Bohn as last resort. He.Had.Enough!
Neither was aware of the quiet knocking coming from the front door, too busy tugging at each other's clothes. And that's exactly how King's sister found them- getting frisky in the middle of the living room about to eat each other's faces off- when she came inside looking for King.
"OMO!"
Her excited wail was loud enough to draw both of their attention.
P'Kumfah had her wide open mouth covered by open palms in a perfect impersonation of a typical otaku- or, a fujoshi in this case. She looked like she was in shock for a whole minute, but proved otherwise as she fanatically stepped on the baby venus fly trap King had carefully raised for a month and walked towards them tugging her phone out.
