Alarm Clock For Heavy Sleepers

Alarm clock

Everyone knew that the former hazing leader was a testy person. All his friends knew not piss him off too much and, in case, how to soothe him.

Is he angry? Give him Pink Milk.

Is the stall run out of pink milk? Don't make him angry.

Easy peasy.

Lately, his alarm clock was the cause of his headache; it rang too loudly and too early. It'd happened almost every day for the last few weeks. Although he set it to the right time every morning, the next day it still rang early.

That particular day was not a good day.

The stall was closed, and his alarm clock rang, again, too loudly and too early. Luckily, he had not met his juniors yet. And, among all his juniors, there was one who bothered him the most. 0062, that was his code, had the bad habit of following him everywhere and, the even worst habit, of touching him more than necessary at the most inopportune moments. He missed the time in which he could order him to do push-ups and run the laps.

The good old days.

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That day he hadn't had a quiet moment yet. He'd been in a rush since the alarm had rang early that morning. After his morning lessons, he had now to tutor his juniors and then he had to finish the group project with the gang.

Someone get him some Pink Milk!

"P'Arthit!"

He asked for Pink Milk. Not for a cheesy kid

Arthit was waiting for at least four people, but only the most annoying one of them was there.

"0062, where are your friends?"

"They're busy," he feigned a sorry tone, not even trying to hide his cheeky smile. "It'll be just the two of us"

Arthit studied him for a good a while, then he decided that no, he didn't want to play his game.

"I'm leaving" he said, deadpan.

"P'Arthiiiit"
Number 0062 sing-songed his name and laughed as he scowled.
"Stay with me..." The younger boy pouted and then made a face like a puppy that's been scolded "Sweetheart".

Arthit turned and marched away. Kongpob followed him, trying to get his attention.

"Cutie Pie! Gorgeous!"

Fortunately, the garden was almost empty, otherwise he would have lost all dignity right there.

"Sweety! Honey Bunny!"

He was feeling increasingly frustrated, and the red on his face showed it. He accelerated his pace, in an attempt to outrun him.

"Pink Mil-"

"Don't you even dare!" He turned over abruptly, and his nose hit the chest of the boy behind him.

He didn't even have time to back off that he was dragged into a hidden alley behind the university.

"P'Arthit, what about my repetitions?" His voice seemed serious, but his glittering eyes, bubbling over with amusement.

"You don't need repetitions". Arthit tried to tear himself free of his grip but Kongpob pressed himself harder against him.

"Awww, thanks, I just have the best teacher" he replied raising and lowering his eyebrows in rapid succession.

"Kongpob!"

"Yes?" He smiled lovingly with hopeful eyes.

"Let me go"

The younger pouted for a moment before he smirked evilly. "At least let me show you my homework".
His hot breath hit his senior's lips as his hands gripped both sides off his waist.