Today is the day of their results, and both Kokliang and Gulf were on edge all morning. Their results would determine whether they'd become certified doctors or get a rather unwelcome extension on their final year.
"I hope our residency programme is at the same hospital," Kokliang said as they walked to class, nerves buzzing like a swarm of over-caffeinated bees.
"My boy doesn't want to leave me! Aww, that's cute but slightly creepy too," Gulf quipped, chuckling as Kokliang huffed at him.
"What's creepy?" San asked, joining them mid-conversation.
"San, I suggest you get your man off my backside 'cause I don't want you to suck on my—" Gulf began, before bursting into a maniacal laugh and sprinting away.
"You arsehole!" San groaned, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all.
"Stupid Gulf!" Kokliang grumbled, ready to give chase before San held him back.
"Babe, let him be. We can kick his arse later at the packhouse," San said, dragging Kokliang along hand-in-hand, sharing a moment of camaraderie that rivalled the finest soap operas.
*PING* The dual notifications from Kokliang and San's phones went ignored, dwelling in the realm of oblivion. Two more pings echoed after, nudging them out of their pursuit of Gulf.
---- ---- The Messages ---- ----
Gulf: San, you can murder the 'arsehole' next to you *wink* *wink* if you catch my drift. I give you my blessing, but just for today!
Gulf: Yes, Kokliang, I know! Judging by your walk, you've definitely been impaled this morning. Or perhaps you went at it like a crazed sex maniac?
Gulf: Oh San, Kokliang's a power bottom, I can assure you! He's radiating that distinct aura. Why not entertain yourselves in the university loo for a memorable send-off?
Gulf: Not a command, just a friendly suggestion.
---- ---- ---- ----
"Stupid Gulf," San muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle before sliding his phone back into his pocket, amused by the absurdity unfolding around him.
"That absolute pillock will feel my wrath," Kokliang declared, his ear radiating crimson as he hastily shoved his phone away.
"It's a good suggestion though—only if you're up for it," San replied through their mental link, causing Kokliang's face to rival a tomato as he stomped off in a huff.
"I will obliterate him," Kokliang proclaimed, racing towards Gulf, who was cheerfully waving at them from a distance.
"Congratulations, Gulf!"
"Congrats, Gulf!"
"Bravo, Gulf!"
"I knew it, Gulf! You are the brightest star in this galaxy of dimwits!"
As Gulf sauntered over to the noticeboard, a chorus of congratulations erupted, leaving him utterly bewildered but smiling nonetheless.
"Where on Earth have you been, Gulf?" Kokliang quizzed, yanking him aside by the notice board.
"What? Did you miss me, my friend? I was answering Nature's call, my dear boy!" Gulf replied, all too pleased with himself.
"Wait, let me check my results," he said, darting over to the noticeboard.
"1. Gulf Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong," Gulf murmured to himself, utterly flabbergasted by what he saw.
"Congratulations, Gulf," Kokliang cheered, pulling Gulf away from the board like he was dragging a frozen statue.
"Congrats, mate! Not only are you the brainiest carrot in this garden, but you're also the most magnificent specimen of muscle!" San added in jest.
"Oh wow, San, really?" Gulf stared at San with all the enthusiasm of a soggy biscuit, while Kokliang nearly fell over, cackling like a hyena.
"San, you cannot tell a joke to save your life! Well, sometimes yes, but most of the time, no. Sorry, mate!" Kokliang guffawed, joined by Gulf's roaring laughter.
"You two are so beastly! No wonder you're inseparable," San responded, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"Hey, who said we were best mates?" Gulf quipped, hands on hips in mock indignation.
"Yeah, San, who said we were best friends?" Kokliang chimicked, practically bursting with mirth.
"I thought you two were best mates? Am I wrong? You look like you've shared a brain cell!" San blurted out, utterly baffled.
"Hahahahaha!" Gulf and Kokliang laughed uproariously, leaving San in a cloud of confusion.
"Oh dear, San truly hasn't a clue about us," Gulf declared, flinging an arm over Kokliang's shoulder.
"He's a walking blindfold while the rest of us can see a mile away," Kokliang added as they continued their stroll towards the car park.
"Wait, wait! Don't tell me you two are actually—" San stopped dead in his tracks as he reached his car, leaning against it with a newfound, suspicious glint.
"What?" Kokliang asked, utterly perplexed.
"Yeah, what do you mean?" Gulf echoed, equally bewildered.
"You know—together. Like, you know, doing the tango while I'm left dancing solo with Mew!" San said, hesitating as if broaching a scandal.
"WHAT?!" chorused Kokliang and Gulf in sheer disbelief.
"Eww, no!" Kokliang exclaimed, exchanging horrified glances with Gulf.
"Yeah, eww! I'd never defile my love life with a fry like you!" Gulf said, taking a few steps away from both.
"If I were to have a fling, it'd have to be with a strapping lad, not a puny wee thing like you," Gulf added with a smirk.
"Yeah, he'd never go for a fry like you," a mysterious voice chimed from behind Gulf, causing him to freeze in place.
"Hello, my love," the stranger said again, this time gripping Gulf's shoulder tightly, leaving him feeling slightly violated.
Gulf's feet felt glued to the ground as he swallowed hard, the bitter taste of panic flooding his mouth. Looking to Kokliang and San with wide, pleading eyes, his body shivered with fear.
Gulf took a breath, and with all his might, mouthed the words 'HELP ME'.
Realisation flicked through his companions' eyes, and just like that, all hell broke loose.
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Alpha's Human Mate
FanfictionNot your typical Alpha and his human mate story. A bit of twist and turn and mostly with lots of sassiness from his human mate counterparts. Alpha - Mew Suppasit Human Mate - Gulf Kanawut (Completed) (🔥🧊)
