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Bright huffed as he sat down at the group table at the canteen, holding his left cheek that was completely swollen. Kongpob wai-ed, polite as ever whilst the rest of the gang burst into laughter at the silence of their ever noisy friend.
Bright whined and clutched his face in pain with the movement once again. His friends were all assholes.
“Have you actually gone to the dentist like I told you to?” Papa Knott started, casting a side eye at his sulking friend.
Bright snarled, revealing a couple of bloody cotton balls stuffed into his mouth.
“She shahid dat id needed do go. (She said that it needed to go.)” He whined once again, words muffled by the cotton in his mouth.
Another loud wave flooded the table as everyone howled in laughter. Kongpob pursed his lips together, trying to suppress his own. It would have been rude to laugh at a senior. Even if it was P’Bright.
“Shuddup!” Bright tried to yell indignantly, emphasis on the word ‘tried’. His menacing words were completely contradictory to his current plight.
Prem straightened up, having slumped over the table from laughing too hard. “I haven’t seen anyone in our group look this pathetic other than the other time Arthit had to go to the dentist too!” He managed to say before falling into another fit of laughter.
Upon hearing his words, the rest of them laughed, remembering the time their head hazer looked so incredulously pitiful the day he had returned after his wisdom tooth extraction.
Kongpob could only remember that day oh too well. It was the first time he had seen Arthit truly afraid of anything. His case of wisdom tooth extraction had unfortunate complications resulting in a full blown operation, complete with quite a potent amount of anaesthetics. That had been an afternoon to remember.
He chuckled lightly to himself, only to be met with silence. Lifting his head, he realised that the entire gang of hazers were now staring at him.
“Kongpob, what are you laughing at by yourself? Do you know something about that day that we don’t?” Tootah piped up, his spidey senses for such things tingling.
“Err..” Kongpob hesitated, his eyes darting over to his boyfriend who was seated opposite him. “Nothing Phi. P’Arthit was just very adorable that day. Much like he is every day.”
The rest of them gagged, each turning in a direction to pretend that they were throwing up.
Arthit turned bright red as he hissed ‘KONGPOB!’ to his boyfriend.
Tootah’s spidey sense continued tingling. “Wait a minute Kongpob. What do you mean he was very adorable? What exactly happened that day?”
“Kongpob, don’t you dare.” Arthit threatened.
“Phis please,” Kongpob said to his seniors, looking at each of them before shooting a furtive look at his boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
Tootah jerked his head towards Prem and Knott who were each seated on Arthit’s side. The two promptly slid their arms into Arthit’s, firmly holding him in place while Prem placed a hand to cover his mouth, making sure that no further threats would reach their junior.
“Kong, sweety. ” Tootah drawled, draping his arm over Kongpob. “Come tell your P’Tootah everything. I won’t let the big bad wolf get to you.”
Kongpob’s eyes grew wide as all the hazers were staring intently at him while his own head hazer’s eyes remained stern and furious. He could already hear the ‘don’t you dare’ ringing loud and clear.
However, it didn’t seem like he had any choice. Prem and Knott were most definitely not going to let Arthit go anytime soon by the looks of at and Tootah, literally still had his hand on him.
He shot a last pleading apologetic look towards Arthit before taking a deep breath, knowing that it was going to be a really long night with him grovelling for forgiveness at the feet of his boyfriend.
“Well,” he started slowly. “You guys know what happened to P’Arthit the next day.”
Pulling out his phone to scroll through a password protected folder on his phone, he pulled up a video and quickly pressed pause.
“What you guys don’t know was what happened on the day itself.” Kongpob started to say, eyeing Arthit’s eyes that had gotten really big and scary.
“Don’t worry Nong, we won’t let him do anything to you.” Tootah assured him, while Prem and Knott agreed, nodding.
“It’s after you guys are gone that I’m worried about.” Kongpob muttered under his breath, as he prayed silently for a quick and painless death. He had dug his own grave so it was time to sleep in it.
He handed his phone obediently to Tootah who gleefully pressed play.
The gleeful soft chuckles of the clinic nurse could be heard loud and clear from the phone’s speakers. Arthit gave up struggling and instead, plastered his forehead upon Knott’s shoulder. He really should have made Kongpob delete that video.
“I never thought he’d be one of them. Anaesthesia only affects a small handful of people like that.” The clinic assistant could be heard saying as she giggled madly. “You’re going to thank me for this.”
“Oh rook! I’m feeshing gerbils! (Oh look! I’m feeding gerbils!)” The happy sing-song voice of Arthit’s soon followed.
The hazers’ eyes widened, looking at each other before they all made a mad rush to huddle around the phone together.
“Wheresh Kong, he likesh shmall things. (Where’s Kong, he likes small things.)” Arthit’s happy inarticulate conversation with no one in particular continues, his pronunciation hampered by the balls of cotton wool stuck in his mouth.
The video got closer to him, as Kongpob walked closer. Arthit was staring off to nothing in particular before suddenly turning around to face his boyfriend.
“Hi,” Arthit said so shly and meekly that the rest of the hazers were about to die. Who was this guy and what did he do to their friend?
“P’Arthit, how are you feeling?” The usual calm voice of their junior came through.
“Hu ah you? (Who are you?)” Video Arthit asked softly. Arthit’s face was still plastered on Knott’s shoulder as he groaned at the sound of his own voice. If only he hadn’t gotten distracted by Kongpob the day he tried to make him erase the video.
“I’m Kongpob, Phi.” Kongpob chuckled as his hand came into view of the screen, gently brushing the Arthit’s fringe away. Prem gagged, while Bright wiggled his eyebrows happily at Kongpob, who had his eyes trained on his boyfriend.
Video Arthit started to blush as his eyes darted around, staring at various corners of the room but always coming back to stare at Kongpob.
“Wai are you sho grood rooing? (Why are you so good looking?)” Came the small voice once again. Howls of laughter erupted from the hazers’ table as all the seniors couldn’t contain any longer. It was probably the first time that they had finally heard Arthit admit it outloud. They already knew he found the younger handsome of course, having been the one to nominate him for the freshy competition but it was still entertaining to hear it from his mouth after so long.
“I don’t know, P’Arthit but you're very good looking too.” Kongpob chuckled.
“I hab a boyhwend, you shouldn’t tok to me. (I have a boyfriend, you shouldn’t talk to me.)” Arthit sulked shyly, turning his face away, a blush still decorating his cheeks.
The assistants’ giggles could be heard in the background as one of them told Kongpob that Arthit should be able to go home in approximately fifteen minutes once the anaesthesia wears off. Kongpob thanked them and his focus was back on Arthit who was now glaring at him.
“Wai ah you toking to other peepor? (Why are you talking to other people?)” Arthit huffed, positively annoyed.
“They’re not other people P’Arthit, they’re the clinic assistants. You have to rest up for the next fifteen minutes before we can go back, okay?” Kongpob placated, reaching a hand out to him that was promptly smacked away.
“Mo doshing. Ony Kong han. (No touching. Only Kong can.)” He glowered. Sniggers all round the table could be heard as the hazer gang struggled once again not to burst into laughter.
Arthit groaned as he shifted his head from Knott’s shoulder to bang it against the table but was cushioned by Kongpob’s hand as the latter gave a small ‘ow’. A small apologetic look appeared on Arthit’s face momentarily but was soon replaced with more glaring. ‘This is all your fault,’ he mouthed at his boyfriend.
“But I am Kong Phi. Look, I brought you nom yen. You can drink it later when they remove the cotton balls.” Kongpob coaxed. Arthit’s eyes darted to the side, presumably to look at Kongpob’s hands.
“Wai id you bwing hippo milk? (Why did you bring hippo milk?)” Arthit scowled. “I’m no hippo.”
They all shared a weird look, each wondering what on earth their friend meant, bringing up a hippopotamus under such a circumstance.
“Shit, even high on drugs he’s right.” Prem cursed, showing the wiki page to the rest of the hazers who were now staring their head hazer in a mixture of awe and horror. How did he even know that?
“It isn’t hippo’s milk Phi, I promise. It’s just nom yen.” Video Kongpob tried to convince his boyfriend.
“I’m mot soopid. She shells shee shells by da shee shoar. Shee? (I’m not stupid. She sells seashells by the seashore. See?)” Video Arthit said proudly, flashing a full mouth grin, revealing the many cotton balls inside his mouth.
“Am I inna pane? dis daste weird. (Am I in a plane? This tastes weird.” Arthit says, and there is an immediate rustling followed by the video showing the ceiling. They all look questioningly at Kongpob who shrugged.
Multiple ‘P’Arthit! No! Please stop!’ could be heard and more rustling sounds and grunts followed.
“He was chewing and trying to eat the cotton balls. I had to stop him.” He said, sighing. “I stopped the video after that, I had to hold P’Arthit in place. He kept trying to look for the air stewardess to demand proper food.”
The rest of the hazers roared with laughter, Tootah being the most tickled as tears streamed down his face from laughing too much.
“Dammit Bright why didn’t they put you on anaesthesia! I would have paid good money to see you in this state!” Tootah barely managed to get out in between his laughing and crying. The rest nodded furiously agreeing, even Arthit joined in.
Kongpob quietly pocketed his phone, praying that his boyfriend would find more joy in teasing his friend and forget about his own embarrassment. Afterall, Kongpob had left out the most important part - that Arthit had tried to make out with him with a mouthful of cotton balls still.