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One moment.

One single moment was all it took for the headmasters of the university to finally take action regarding the tension that had been going on for years between architecture and engineering. They had, oh so dumbly, thought that after two of their students of said faculties declared their friendship (and more) that finally, finally there would be peace, that finally there would be something to subdue said hostility... Well, to understand this story properly, we will have to go back a couple of days, specifically two weeks prior to the pivotal moment

For context we must've all realized by now that this guy’s relationship was not only a way for the headmasters to finally achieve some level of peace there, but it was also a way for a lot of things to just go to hell. What everyone seemed to forget is that even though Pat confessed his feeling in front of Pran's whole faculty, and that a lot of people thought it was cute, did not mean that there were not a couple of individuals that were not okay with it. One of those individuals was Wai, and before you start with the bullshit of respect for a relationship that's not yours, we need to remember a couple of things.

The person we’re going to talk about isn’t just anyone, at least not in this story. Wai, as a human being, as an individual by itself, is a very hotheaded person, very sensitive but just so emotionally constipated that it just makes matters worse. In the context of the relationship of Pran with Pat, out of anyone else, hurt him way more than he ever cared to showcase, more than he ever admitted to in the years of friendship with Pran. He felt hurt that Pran, being one of, if not, his closest friends had never been happier than in that moment, where Pat basically screamed to everyone their love, professing to the skies and all gods above their love and yada-yada-yada

It was selfish of him, sure. But he just felt so unequivocally unimportant in Pran’s life, that it angered him, all the hurt of just seeing a smile he was never able to evoke in his face, the anxiety of feeling replaceable for something that just seemed to do better than him, the fact that the guy that he liked in a way that was far more than just platonic feelings was loving and being loved by a guy, after years of being self-proclaimed straight, and it wasn’t just a “guy”, it was the dude that broke his nose more times than he could count, a guy who apparently he already had some sort of history with. For fucks sake, he was meant to be the other side, a sort of soft enemy, that even though there was no real hate in between them, they weren’t meant to be so close, so that any other type of feelings could bloom in the shadows they had known for years, the ones they themselves had hid for long before they cared to admit. So, forgive him, for being hurt by something such as that gentle smile he could never evoke in Pran’s face, but Pat just had to stand there and he had it, something that he had worked so hard for and received very little of… He just got it

He knew he was being irrational, he knew his temper was taking the best of him, he knew in that exact moment, the moment he saw Pat hug him with such gentleness, something he couldn't give, kiss his cheek with such a level of love that he wasn’t able to give, he knew he never had any chance. What kind of chance? you may ask, well the one he imagined, because seeing such seemingly pure love on display, he had to admit it was no more than his heart’s own wish for him to have the opportunity of someone to love and love him back, with the strength and passion he knew himself capable of. Even if he objectively knew that was his best friend, first and foremost, he always yearned deep in his heart for just a single opportunity to prove to him, just to him, that he wasn’t only his anger, because for as much as it was part of him it wasn’t all of him, it hadn’t always been like this and then Pat just had to come and basically, swipe Pran off of his feet and do everything just so much better than Wai, not even in his dreams, could ever do.

He took a deep breath and sighed trying to control himself, his hands were already in a fist, he was so angry, and he didn't want to admit why he was that way. You could see from a couple of meters away the way that the color went up from the little chest window his shirt gave, the way it crept up to his neck and flushed in a very pretty pink towards a very bright and obvious red that covered even his ears, he looked like a red smurf with the little pout included and everything. If anyone had been just a bit closer to him, they could’ve heard the way the teeth were grinding or seen the way his body and face got permeated by a sheet of sweat that pooled just over the bone of his eyebrow, maybe even notice how Wai himself was being observed by someone else, in the same way he was observing Pran, who noticed the telltale signs of his anger, and maybe something else, rising through within himself.

Once people started to lose the bit of interest that kept them focused on the sweet moment of the couple and Pran turned his head to see his best friend staring wide eyed at him, he noticed a couple of things at first sight, as it became accustomed of him with the years of friendship the two maintained. They weren’t so far away he couldn’t see Wai’s hands, held in fists, shaking in what appeared to be anger, if the overall redness of his face and the sweat covering it didn’t betray at least a part of his feelings. He squinted at Wai, as the smile slowly crept away from his face, and saw his best friend’s eyes, usually very dark and sharp, an expressive gaze that usually betrayed his emotions or mostly his anger, covered by a shine, a mist of sorts that seemed like unshed tears, something he had never seen before in those dark eyes, were tears, not from anger or happiness, even less from sadness. Wai's were an open book with instructions included, and this that was being seen wasn’t included in the script. Pran saw this and decided to go for his friend, he didn't know what was wrong, but Wai was his closest friend, to him he was his non-romantical soulmate, his philia, and he was not about to let his soulmate be hurt whilst not being there for him

Wai took one shaky breath before he felt something warm and wet his cheek, and before his own brain could actually comprehend what was happening to him, his body took control of his actions as he turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction of where he was standing, even if he wasn’t sure of where he was going, it couldn’t have mattered less, he needed to get away and it needed to be now, he couldn’t stand the sight before him and less so could he be seen crying for such stuff. One of the tough guys of his department, crying because he saw his best friend of years kissing another guy, the fact that they didn’t like each other a mere detail in the whole thing, and on top of that realizing that the only opportunity he ever had was in his dreams and that was at best, when they didn’t turn into the nightmare this was being. So, he had to run, because Lord knows how loud his heart breaking was, and he really wasn’t one for shows, especially if he was the main act.

He really had put everything in that sprint, but he was tired, and his body ached from the last fight, it hurt for his ribs to expand and his lungs to take the air in, he wasn’t able to get as far as he wanted to, only going as far as to the empty sports campus. It was already later in the evening, the air hitting his face felt a lot cooler and far less humid than usual, maybe it was around 6 pm… He wasn’t sure, he didn’t have his watch on him. The last thought coming to him before his legs fully gave out on him and he fell to the ground, hitting his knees and then the side of his body hard, the grass didn’t soften anything really, useless in making him feel less pain, even if it was only on the physical side. He lay there on the damp green grass, it had rained a couple of hours ago, he couldn’t recall how may it was, and it was already getting dark. He stared at the sky, taking a mental reprise of how on earth he had gotten to this point, and he started to think a little...

If it was in the name of fairness, he had always felt that something wasn’t quite right in this said hostility that Pat and Pran were meant to have, and memories were impossible to be held back in such moments of vulnerability as they flooded back in with full force. Memories of Pran coming to "see him" and how we would randomly disappear after being with him for very little time, comparing it with the time it took to go from one building to the other or the way that nowadays he never actually talked with Wai besides giving him his water bottle in the meantime of the games, when before they would chat up during all of it or he would encourage him to do his best, and at those moments Wai didn't give it much of a thought, he was tired due to practice and happy because of Pran, in those really little moments of nice actions and a bit of positive non-violent attention towards him, he could only see Pran. He could only see Pran to the point of not seeing that, Pran looked at Pat, in the same way he looked at Pran. Completely and foolishly in love, even if for Pran at least it was fully reciprocated. And, God had he been a fool because even if no one knew his feelings regarding Pran, he himself knew, he felt, he thought of it all, and it was so embarrassing for him to have been so blind with the way they even looked at each other, no one should be able to hold so much longing, so much want and love and fear and even yearning in one single gaze. How much they held in when fighting each other, because he had been on the receiving end of both fists and he knew how strong they could really hit, it was so obvious that they were going easy on each other, how they slowed down if they accidentally hit the other too hard and looked like they wanted to hold the other with the gentlest of the embraces, the way their hands would linger near the other in subtle ways when touching, for just a bit longer than necessary. And at that point of his thoughts, where the memories flooded his brain, they started to leak through his eyes and all that could be heard in this proximity was the very soft murmur of someone crying over a fresh broken heart.

He really wasn’t loud with it, he had no energy for such show, and he was just so embarrassed too, to be crying out loud and in public even if no one was seeing him. The tears spilled and they did so fast, he was hiccupping through it, but it wasn’t messy like the ones that fall after a messy breakup. It was much softer than that, he was really hurt and so was his heart, his poor, aching heart, which seemed to bleed out of his own chest and spill out through the spaces between his ribs to pool beneath him and cover the green of the grass with the red of his own bleeding heart, which seemed to spill out in wave upon wave of the same fresh, warm tears that were bathing his face and leaving him drained out of any actual will to move from where he was laying. The same ones that made you pass out on your bed from the lack of air and the fill of pain it gave you, or maybe the same ones that left you rolled up on your side, hugging your knees softly and shaking on a bed of cold, wet grass, looking completely and utterly destroyed, just how you felt…

Heartbroken.

And that, just oh so pitiful sight was what welcomed Pran’s view of the field

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Now to understand this story better, to get along with our characters and as a narrator it only feels fair, if we also address Pran's point of view. 

If we're being honest and completely fair, it had been quite a nice day for Pran. The person whom he loves the most confessed his love towards him in front of his faculty. For other people that may be a bit cringey, adn somewhat absurd, but when both of your faculties can't seem to avoid been hostile towars each other, it was quite a big deal, if he dared to say so. He was so happy that he could hug pat, and hold his hand, or smile at him. God, he was happy that he could at least be physically more affectionate with him in public, that didn'tmean he was going to kiss him, but that he was "allowed", it meant that he didn't have to worry as much if someone saw them together and tried to start something shady, he was so happy, and his classmate seemed wuite excited for him too. Afterall, there wasn't a single person in that faculty that could actually hate Pran, he was very much a sweetheart, and an actually cooperative partner in group assignments.

He then turned to his right and saw it, or him actually. He made full eye contact with his best friend, Wai, one of the people that he was the most afraid would react badly hen they got to knwo about his new relationship status. 
What he saw erased all type of smile and happiness from his face, obviously noted by Pat who also looked in the same direction as he was, and understood Pran's reaction.

Couple of meter's away from them was Wai, who looked, not insulted, not shocked by their recetn coming out, but... Betrayed? maybe that's the right word, or at least the one that fits such sad look the guy was wearing, Wai was known by most people as brash, rude, a bit mean when he didn't like you and part of the group that is always fighting the other faculty. But, by his friend, the closest ones, not even his classmate had the pleasure to know actually how sensitive and sweet the guy was.
They didn't know about the way that he used anger to cover any "softness", that's how he called it, he never allowed himself a lot of actually vulnerable moments. Hell, if you checked his book of life you could probably count with one hand the amoun of times he's cried his feelings out, and this may be a surprise for some, but crying your feelings out may be tiring, but it's indeed a very healthy thing to do. They didn't know about the Wai who planned escapades in the middle of the night before exams because he saw how stressed his friends were, or the one who always tried to see everything with an optimism covered in a thick layer of sarcasm and irony. They didn't know about the boy who stood by his friends side, the same ones who abandoned him right after, during high school for a stupid prank, prank thanks to which he was suspended for an amount of time, thanks assholes.

They would never know about the time a drunk Wai crossed the door of Pran's room and asked him to never tell anyone about it, the "it" being him breaking down infront of his friend at ass o'clock in the night, because his girlfriend broke up with him. They would never know about it. Neither would they know about the young Wai crying in fear because he liked a boy and he knew how parents would react, how his dad would react, what he would call him and how he'd stop addressing his own sonover something so simple and beautiful as love. He would never let them see the Wai who hugged Pran and started crying and questioning why couldn't he make friends, why did he have to fake a whole personality to make friends, why couldn't he keep one romantical relationship before they broke up with him because he wanted to take things slowly.

Hell would fall upon him before he allowed anyone to see the real Wai.

So when he saw those sharp eyes covered in tears to shed, he knew it was going to be bad, very bad. He did not have time to take a step before Wai sprinted away, and so did he actually. He ran behind him, calling, or more like screaming his bestfriend's name. At this point the whole faculty knew Wai's name honestly. He ran, and he ran a whole fucking lot. Now, Pran may not do any sport seriusly or repeatedly, but he could run a lot. After all of their fights and the times the police has been involved, he could run a lot.  It was already getting dark and he had positively lost track of Wai because he just had to stop and take a break. He turned left and trotted his way to the field, he had a feeling he would be here, after all it was one of his favorite places.

A couple of meters away he saw a figure of someone on the grass, so he decided to slow down just in case it was Wai and so that if he heard him he would not have a chance at running away from him. 

He was less than 5 meters away and at that point all that could be heard was the very soft murmur of someone crying. He felt the ache in his heart and his stomach turning and churning.The only time he had ever heard Wai crying like that was when he had a breakdown over not being able to make friends, and that as one hell of a shitshow

He got closer slowly trying not to scare him but he knew he would have to at some point, he'd have to make his presence known.

- Wai

The soft whisper that he used for his tone of voice weren't scary to Wai, he knew someone else was there, not neccessarily Him, but well. He turned his head to the side enough to be able to distinguish Pran

- Wai, Can I touch you?

Wow, even in a moment like this one Pran would respect his boundaries with physical contact

Afer a meek nod, Pran slowly yet steadily approached Wai's personal space and placed, with the least amount of strength and all the gentleness he could muster, his hand on his arm and the other one at his back, and helped him sit right back up. He then proceded to surround him with his arms and gently started to go tighter, he knew better than to physically overwhelm him in the state of mind he was. HE had been friends with Wai for years and he now knew a trick or two to help in when Wai got overwhelmed with his own emotions or anger. He felt his body shook because the hicups and the sobbing, he din't mind the mud getting on his pants or  the way the cold was starting to sink in through the grass, all that mattered was the person in his arms. He just held him through the current of his emotions and the waves of tears and tears that apparently had no soon end

After a couple of minutes away, he felt wai relaxing in his arms, and when he looked down and he saw Wai's eyes he knew he had to take him back to his dorm because right then and there he had a dissociated guy in his arms, and by what he knew about it, that could be quite a sensitive state of mind. So he helped Wai up and took the shortest way to his room with a couple of detours, but what was important was to let Wai rest and to have a call with Pat

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They arrived at Wai's dorm and Pran fished the keys of the door from his pocket. He proceeded to take him to the bed to take his shoes of and swaddle him in blankets to make him feel safe in the mind drop he was having. He stepped out of the room and sat on the couch, not before leaving the entrance keys at the kitchen table. He sat on the sofa in the living room and ran his hands over his face because of the frustration that the situation caused him. He knew he'd have to talk with both Wai and Pat, because honest to the gods, he did not want two of the people he loved the most to dislike each other, though the disliking came more from Wai nowadays

Thoughts swirled throughout his mind whilst he thought what to tell pat, he fricking ran away from him basically. The situation he was in at the moment was... a fucked up one, he couldn't really put it in a different way, so let's be straight with it... 

He heard the soft paddle of Wai's feets coming out of his room. He never really understood how Wai could break down, cry out to his hearts content and a couple of minutes later look like nothing had happenned to him at all

- Are you happy with him? - Asked Wai as he walked to the fridge and took out two canned beers

-What?

Wai sighed - I asked if you are with him, with Pat - he said as he gave one of the cans to Pran and sat down on the floor beside him opening his can

-What's up with that question? - asks Pran taking a swing of his own beer

- Oh nothing, just, you know, worrying about my best friend that's all

-Cut the bullshit. I just chased through a good portion of campus. What's going on Wai?

- Pran, we both know what's goingon, it has never been a well kept secret, ok?

- Wai, I have literally no idea what you are talking about

- Ok listen, I know you know about you being my first crush, or at least my first male crush ok. You have never been the best at keeping secrets or emotions from your face - he took a breath and kept drinking - I always knew i never had a chance with you other than friendshipt, for God's sake, we've been friends for years and I never knew you liked dudes to start with. So i took it on my own to never tell you, but I know I had my moment were I was just abit too obvious with my feelings, I fell hard for you, you are very easy to like, what can I say. I admit that it might have been my fault to, you know, never been upfront with my feelings and shit, but seeing you with Pat and just... I don't know. Man, I don't think you understand how fucking happy you looked up there, we've been friends for years and I have never seen you literally shining in happiness... God, I am somewhat over you now, but it still hurts to know that he's the only one that can make you happy and I hate it, I hate him so much and at the same time I'm so grateful to him.

A wet chuckle was heard from Wai, whilst Pran was just quietly listening to his friends heart

"I want to punch him in the face, I want to make him bleed and for him to feel pain, not a lot, I don't want him dead, but I just wished he got some pain, ok? And at the same time I want to hold his hand, shake it and congratulate him for making you laugh, for making you come out of your shell that took me a ood couple of months to get when we first met, congratulate him because he is the one that will hold you throughout harsh moments and the one who'll kiss your lips. It still hurts Pran, I can't lie to you about that... How long  have you known abouy my feelings for you?

- Wai, I...

- Don't even try to say pity words to me, I don't want them, just answer the question

- Around a year ago or so, but I wasn't completely sure of it - He dranks more from the can, almost emptying it

- Hm, took you a bit not gonna lie

Humorless chuckle was what followed a long silence of two guys sitting at a living room, having quite a deep conversation but not looking at eachother, hell, not even sparing the other witha slight gaze or a subtle side eye. Couldn't they just humour me with one of them could they? Oh well

Now... as you're narrator I must say that the sight of both young men in that room was interesting to say the least, but it wasn't the complete picture, not at all. After all, I never said that when Wai sprinted off only Pran followed him, Did I?

Outside of the door stood a person who was not... How to put it kindly? The most "Let's think before we do shit" type of person you know

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Outside of Wai's room was Pat and a couple of steps behind him was Korn. 

To say that they were "happy" with what they had heard through the door would have been an insult to the word itself. You have to be honest, trying not to be too rude, both Pat and Korn didn't always think before they did things. While everyone knew that Pat was relatively calm (not as calm as Pran, that's an angel basically), compared to Korn people had no idea.

Korn. Our other main character in this story that was only supposed to be one chaptered.

Korn was a very sarcastic person in general, he liked to play and annoy people, although he knew how to respect that limit between "you're bothering me but it's funny" and "If you continue, I'm going to kill you" something that not many people they have, apparently. Korn had been friends with Pat for a couple of years now, his confidant so to speak. Pat was a best friend, no offense to anyone else, but he was the first person whom he told he was pansexual, and Pat accepted it more than nicely, and he was the first person outside of the family Pat confessed to, that he was gay and that there was someone, or well, that there is someone

Korn was a perceptive person and Pat was a lousy liar, that man could not lie for the life of himself to him, a baby could do a better job, even if they were to pay him, he would not make it beliveable. It didn't take much for Korn to notice the very obvious changes in his best friend's behavior, out of nowhere that guy was very smiling, he kept looking at his phone constantly and even in the middle of classes, which was not advisable considering the career he chose.

Sometimes, when they had games or practices or even when they were just playing around, he would see how his friend would not stop looking at the stands, which would not be unusual for any other person because the truth is that if there were many girls, cute girls who would watch them play, but Pat was gayer than the rainbow, I mean, he got to the point of turning around when he thought he wasn't the center of attention on the court and made faces to the "air", the truth is that he wasn't fast enough to even distinguish who was making faces at him or if there was someone he was making faces at and his friend wasn't a closet schizophrenic

Without having to tell a single lie, Korn started to pay even more attention to Pat, a bit obssesive honestly, but he just really wanted to know who was the person that was making his friend act like a crazy fool all the time, quite literally. So, he started notice the way Pat started to wear his shirt more buttoned up when before he would leave open 2 or even 3 buttons and show up his chest and shit, he could even see a couple of hickeys the dumbass wasn't smart enough to cover... or maybe he actually didn't even care to try and covering up. It was also becoming obvious the way he was behaving a lot less... aggressive is not quite the word, but he would not rile up the other guys as much, it actually seemed he was almost avoiding them up

And then the idiot started to basically flirt with Pran at any given moment so it was kind of a given that something had to be going on, otherwise he couldn't even muster up the idea of Pran not saying or doing something about it if he had actually been like mad or pissed off at Pat for doing that shit in public. He was baiscally undressing him with his eyes in the middle of a math lecture, for the love of god it was both disgustingly disturbing and a little cute, only a little bit

When Pat came to him and "confessed" about his relationship with Pran, he didn't even ty to act surprised or shit. He obviously had to explain to him how he knew and all of that crap, but you guys know about it.They talked about it a bit, it was very much ironic and hilarious how the two "leaders" (none of them liked being addressed that way) of the groups of engineering and architecture who couldn't even look at each other without at the very least saying some very mean and rude things, ended up being the best frind who love eachother to enemies to friends to lover... Damn, this should be on the campus newspaper or some shit

He very much only listened to his friend talk because he himself hadn't had a lot of boyfriends and he seemd to have a type... The idiots who where "straight" and were only "trying things out" or the ones that would straight up just ignore him after they had sex, so relationship with men were not his forte, but he could still listen and honestly using logic you could still give some pretty decent tips, ok.

Pat just told him about how he had done everything, gone everywhere and above to avoid both groups meeting becaue he didn't know if he would be able to fake a fight with his boyfriend and not start crying in the middle of it because he felt somewhat guilty for “punching” him.

Now. Back to the situation in hand.

Korn was on campus, when his friend decided to come out publicly, he saw all the show and the way people reacted to that. He may not be Pran’s biggest fan, but he knew he wasn’t an actual bad guy or a bad person, also, he wanted to show support for Pat, ok?

He also saw Wai’s reaction. Honestly, when he saw the first sign of anger on him, he started to step closer in case the fucker wanted to pull out some shit against them, ‘cause he also did not know whether the guy was a homphobe, an asshole or something like that ok? Can’t judge a guy for getting worried for people he lowkey values

When he got closer, he was able to see the flush on his face getting more obvious and the way his hands started to tremble a little and started forming fists. He himself had been at the receiving end of those punches and the truth is that he was very clear about the amount of damage they could do once he set his mind to it. Although he would never admit it out loud Korn every time he fought with Wai, he regretted after a few minutes, the minutes in which the adrenaline left his body cruelly and without consideration that Wai's punches were almost deadly, and I say almost because if he really set himself as a target to kill someone the truth is that it would not be so difficult. To be honest, in their case, it didn't matter that they were the same height. (Incredibly Wai and Korn are both the same height, I don't believe it myself and I'm the omniscient narrator) Or the fact that Wai was perhaps thinner than Korn, even though they both played the same sport, the strength that Wai had was....

He was expecting some type of shit show at that point, honestly. Like having to wrestle the guy to get him out of the situation. What I didn't expect were tears... Wai has been one of the toughest, most impulsive, and bastard people I've ever had the displeasure to meet.

And then the guy decided to run the fuck away, with Pran immediately following him. It wouldn't have been more than a few minutes, maybe five at the most, when Pat was walking in the direction the other two had run off in.

The truth is, he shouldn't even be getting involved in this, it's completely out of his jurisdiction as a best friend of one of the grooms, really. But it's also not like my conscience is going to allow me to let Pat run off after the two for who knows what, thanks to who knows who. (If it's known, it's thanks to Pran but oh well).

Korn decided to just not meddle into anything just yet. If anyone was going to be sent to hell it better not be him, I mean, not that he cared much to be honest, however, curiosity began to eat away at him when he decided he'd better go to his bedroom to avoid a fight, which might not be a fight, although he doubted it. He decided to just call Pat and ask him instead of screwing it up.

He answered on the third ring

- Pat, what the hell happened?

- If I told you that I’ve gotten not a fucking clue, would you believe me?

- Ok, fuck that. Where even are you?

- That “fuck it” is Wai’s and Pran’s business. Just for the sake of respecting them I’m not telling what I saw when running behind them because that would be so not fucking ok. Dude, I’m not even sure what just went down, ok? All I know is that I’m standing in the hallway deciding whether or not go into his room

- Pran’s?

- I wish, Wai’s

- Fuck… ok, wait for me and I’ll be there in 5

- Korn, no for the love of G-

And he hung up the phone… After all, Wai’s room was quite close to his own

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He was confronted by the sight of Pat pacing back and forth like crazy in the hallway of the dormitory. She interrupted him before he could make a dent in the carpet.

- What's going on Pat?

- Look, I told you I don't know and what I do know I can't tell you out of pure human decency, ok?

- And why don't you just come in?

- Look, when they got here, I saw Wai crying and honestly, I'm not the best at dealing not even with my own tears, so I don't want to interrupt them in the middle of a cry or an argument, I don't even know if the guy is conscious or if they're talking to each other, I don't know shit right now.

- First, take a breath, you look like you're going to have a stroke. Second, how long have you been standing here?

- 15-20 minutes, I don't really keep track of the time. I recently put my ear to the door, I know that's rare, and I heard them talking.

- So just, come on in. Look, the worst that can happen is you get kicked out of the room and from what you've told me if Pran gets upset he's going to forgive you easily.

- Shut up," Pat replied, looking at him sideways.

- You just breathe, go in calmly and that's it.

- Ok, calmly 

So, without thinking about it for more than 2 seconds, Pat opened the door, not suddenly like a beast, but not at all delicate like a maiden, which honestly would’ve been more apprpiate regarding the situation. Really, this kid does not realize his strength

Opening the door, it was more the squeaking of poorly oiled hinges that warned those inside that someone had just entered

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-Great entrance, dumbass- Said Korn entering right after Pat and closing the door, not really caring for the two people who were staring at him.

- I’m going to ignore that comment – Said Pat waving dismissively towards Korn – Can anyone explain what even happened today

- Not the best moment Pat – Said pran

- After all that went down and that we saw, I think maybe a bit of an explanation would be appropriate

To that word, Wai scoffed slightly, the dumbassery of the situation was getting to him, accompanied by the couple of beers he had already had on his unfed body, definitely going straight to his head

-More or less – Said Wai before anyone could say anything else or even mention his appearance at all – I couldn’t get over the stupid confession, didn’t take it very well as we have already seen

-Dude – Korn – it literally did not have anything to do with you, so, exaggerating a bit much I would say

-I had to let Pran go and some other hope, here and there

-Let Pran go? As if he was your property

-Don’t say shit about shit you don’t know Korn

-Ok. Then -  Korn said as he crossed his arms over his chest – why couldn’t you just let Pran go

Wai scoffed, as if what Korn just said was the most absurd thing he had ever heard in his whole damned life, and for him it had definitely been,.

“Just letting Pran go wasn't an option, plus I love him and it's impossible for me to continue to exist as an individual since I met him for the first time.

Pran is the only person that I can say that has helped me and has been there for me in the darkest moments when I was going through some family problems and, he became my anchor when I had more severe episodes regarding my anger issues, which were consuming me and not allowing me no even live like a normal child or adolescent, but that was something that no one else could or should know. I was not one to have cries for help or bask in the pity I knew others would be giving me, regarding my rather delicate situation.

I don't even have to try to remember or go many years back in my memory to be able to remember all the times when Pran acted as my voice of reason, the equivalent of my conscience. And yes, Pran also got angry and stressed or irritated like any other fucking human being, god damn it, he is one of those (a human) just like me, he also started or continued the occasional fight that we had with other people and even so within our small group of friends he was always the most reasonable, within what was possible.

Unlike the others, Pran was never part of the group of people who felt nervous or intimidated by my volatility, after all it was always known in my family that my problem was not just my unresolved or treated anger issues, we have always I knew there was something else wrong with me, probably some undiagnosed disorder or something more complex that added to the problems I already had. With the anxiety of having to go to school every day, it was really difficult to even survive that damn environment, of people who were so damn judgmental even though I always tried to show my best face, to behave as I promised my mom I would. I did it, they started just fucking with me with really stupid things, they liked to see me explode. But ignoring all that ramification of a story that perhaps will be explained later, let's return to my friendship with Pran

He was the only one who never tried to make me angry, the one who was not afraid to correct me without feeling that I was going to do him any harm, in fact, he took all the time in the world to show me how to deal with my problems and impulses like anyone else could have done. Thanks to him, the little time we spent together before we even ended up at the same university wasn't so bad, and I even managed to make a couple of friends. Pran was never afraid, and that was new for me and I admit that at first I did get angry with him, because I knew people were afraid of me, I didn't know how someone who wasn't afraid of me would react, it had been a long time since I met someone. So.

I, very easily, could say that Pran helped me find ways to use up the excess energy that he had, which in addition to making my anxiety worse, also made me startled much easier so my ease of getting angry was greater. He helped me find ways to defend myself from those who tried to screw me, despite knowing the possible consequences, he taught me how not to always do that with my fists or my own strength, after all, something that has always been well known to Pran. It's that he has a tongue that when he wants can be very biting, very poisonous, he knows what things he should say to provoke you, to hurt you, to see how you fall apart. And I admit, after spending so much time with him, there are things that inevitably rub off on you. I'm not just talking about mannerisms.

Later at the beginning of the race I already had a little more practice in the aspect of socializing with people, so Louis and Safe were... A big adjustment, but one that was appreciated, that was needed.

If it weren't for Pran, who knows where I would be today, he helps me with my work, because although I am good in class, working all night makes it a little difficult for me to stay awake, although I am not supposed to take so many shifts. As I do it, I'm going to do it anyway if I'm not going to die of hunger, because sadly, unlike Pran, no matter how much he has heard about my situation and that he feels that he has understood, he will never fully understand it, After all, he didn't experience what I experienced, but that never stopped him from showing me different levels of support, each adjusting to my emotional needs. So, when he decided that he needed to share something with me, whether it was something serious or not, I never refused and although my emotional constipation did not always make it easy for me to have to advise on emotions that I have also felt, but prefer to repress, it was the strongest form of exposure therapy I have ever heard of. When one night after a couple of beers, he decided to confess his taste in men, I couldn't say he angered me, however, he surprised me. Although considering the lack of attraction he expressed for women, he wouldn't say I was super surprised by him.

Pran helped me gain momentum to leave my home, to get the job at the bar, which although it doesn't pay much, there are situations like mine in which something, no matter how little, will always be better than having nothing. He let me stay in his home, when I really had nowhere to go, because in that place I called home, I was no longer welcome, in fact, it couldn't even be called home anymore, with those walls bathed in years of not-so-events. beautiful events, events that definitely events that a child should not have experienced.

Furthermore, he encouraged me to apply myself to school, which allowed me to get a 90% scholarship, I almost don't have to pay a shit for college. That, even with the mini salary that I earn, I can afford to send a small amount to an account that my mother has, thanks to which she was able to dump the person she had sex with and unfortunately ended up being my useless, alcoholic and addict father Which also, I hate to talk about but oh well.”

Pran just looked at him, with his head leaning on the edge of the sofa, his eyes full of tears, which were almost ready to fall. It had been a long time since she had last had a conversation this deep with Wai.

"I can't look you in the face and tell you that I'm completely fine with their relationship, because that would be lying and I'll be the biggest son of a bitch in the entire Thai existence, but I don't tend to be a liar," said Wai, with a slight smile influenced by alcohol – However, I don't have to be okay with a relationship of which I am not a part

- Why did you run away? –

- Pran was furious, although I control myself better now, it does not mean that I have the patience of a monk, please. I didn't want to end up doing or saying something stupid that would affect us and while I admit that the crisis afterwards was a bit much, I had been trying to evade my emotions for a long time so with today, I simply couldn't hide it anymore.

The silence that began to invade the apartment, adding to the already existing tension. Which Wai ignored, or did not realize, that not eating for 10 hours to drink, was taking its toll on him.

-As for all this... What is Korn doing here? – Wai pointing with the hand that was holding the beer

-To be honest, I thought they were going to fight, when out of nowhere I saw them all run away in terror and then, I just didn't know what else to do, other than follow Pat, so here I am

Wai simply decided to ignore him, although if he stared or analyzed him, he was exhausted by the conversation he just had, that added to the shitty day, and in reality, it didn't help him at all. He didn't even feel any kind of aggression in himself against Korn.

-It's not like I can eliminate what you just saw and heard from your memories, but I can invite both you and Pat to get out of my apartment.

Korn let out a short sigh and stood up to his full height, no longer leaning against the wall.

-I'm not going to fight you after this... at least not for now, however, if you need me, remember that I'm only a call away, after all Wai and I live in the same building – Korn said looking at each one of the people who were in the room, allowing his eyes to stay a couple of seconds longer than necessary on Wai's face, looking at him in a very soft and almost sweet way, something that was strange in those two. He turned around and with great delicacy, unlike him, left the apartment.

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Hello, your very irresponsible autor here, idk if anyone is even following this story, but i am gonna be honest and im gonna edit the fuck out of this... well not really but there is stuff that i can make a little bit better, considering that this is only the 2 fic ive ever written, on top of that that i dropped, and on top of that in my 2nd language, be patient please, i promise to try to commit to this badboy