Why R U ? (FighterxTutor) (Eng) 2

 

 

    

 

 

Chapter 2

 

"Professor Suphnag's voice was like a lullaby. It was difficult to listen to her, so much so that I finally fell asleep" Dew continued to complain as he left the classroom.

 

It was ironic to hear this type of complaint, because he always slept, even during the other lessons.

 

"Well, you always sleep!" 

"It's a sleepyhead, Hwa," Tutor shook his head and turned to his other friend who was playing with his cell phone while walking.

 

"So, Saifah, will you go to soccer practice?"

 

"No, my leg still hurts. I'll need a long break before I can train again," Saifah replied.

 

"So will Dew go to basketball training today?"

 

"I already have the ball in my hand, maybe I'm going to swim."

 

"..."

 

"Hey hey, I'm going to basketball training, khrap. But you're coming to the party tonight, aren't you?"

 

"Um ..." Tutor nodded.

 

"So you'll have to go back to your dorm first to get changed, right? You certainly can't wear a university uniform!" said Hwa.

 

"I am too lazy, and why should I change? After all this, I will wait while I work in the shop."

 

"Funny, Ai Tor." Dew replied irritably. Saifah shook her head in his direction. "If you don't respect yourself, at least you should respect your university."

 

"But I..."

 

Shit !! 

Suddenly, Tutor was washed by a passing car. Dew and Saifah were not affected much but Tutor, who was closest to the road, was soaking wet.

 

"Ai Tor ... your clothes!"

 

"Err ... I know!" Tutor was slowly drying off the water.

 

He saw that the car that had just passed them had no intention of apologizing. On the contrary, it had stopped a few meters from them.

 

    

 

Seeing her, Tutor was annoyed and decided to take the ball from Dew's hands and threw it, aiming for the car.

 

Bang !!

 

"Azzo! How accurate! Are you interested in becoming a member of the basketball club?"

 

"Not even by idea!" 

"Wait a minute, guys. Isn't the car that just drenched you that of P'Fight?" Dew asked.

 

The door opened and Figher came out, who with a surprised expression on his face was looking at the group and the wet boy who was with them.

 

The owner of the car stared at Tutor's friends with a killer look, as if asking who had thrown the ball. Both Dew and Saifah pointed the real Tutor finger.

 

Fighter looked away and saw what the boy was like, surprised. He didn't know why he was surprised as he stared at him.

 

He wondered if it was he who had combined it like that, but he wasn't sure.

 

 

....

 

 

 

"Thanks for the ride na krap, P'Fight," Saifah said after getting out of the car in front of his dormitory.

 

First, Fighter had accompanied Day to the basketball court and then it was Saifah's turn.

 

"No problem. I was wrong. Er ... did you get wet too?"

 

"You didn't bathe me and Ai Day so much, P '. The one who was really drenched is this sitting in the back seat."

 

Fighter apologized again for splashing them with water.

 

Saifah smiled at her condition. He thought it was comical, perhaps because P 'had seen his long face too? 

 

Saifah ran back almost immediately.

 

"I have to go krap, P 'Fight. See you!"

 

"Um."

 

Saifah moved away from the car and the owner looked at the remaining passenger from the rearview mirror.

 

"Sit in front."

 

"I don't want to. I stay here," replied Tutor sullenly.

 

"I'm not your driver, AiTor. Sit in front."

 

"..."

 

"Now!", Barked Fighter. He was not the type who liked to use force with others.

 

But with this junior of his, there was tension every time they met. He no longer knew how many times he had been frustrated.

 

"Er, er. Okay." Tutor grunted, then got out of the car to sit next to the driver's seat.

 

Fighter glanced at the person who had just sat next to him and was surprised.

 

As soon as Tutor had come to sit, he had crossed his arms. While for Fighter the air conditioning was at a pleasant level, it should not have been the same for Tutor, who was wet and therefore the cold air made him tremble.

 

Eventually Fighter decided to raise the temperature in the car to allow Tutor to warm up. Then he took off the clothes he was wearing and tossed them to the person at his side.

 

"What's this?"

 

"Clothes."

 

"I know but..."

 

 

    

 

"Cover yourself, wear them. You talk too much."

 

Fighter then ignored the passenger and returned to focus on the road ahead.

 

Tutor was perhaps a little grateful, even though in his heart he just wanted to throw Fighter's shirt. Since he was cold, all he did was put on Fighter's clothes to cover himself more, using them as a sort of blanket.

 

He perceived a vague perfume.

 

He thought it was mysterious and interesting. The aroma of the perfume instilled in him a drop of curiosity to know how mysterious and interesting the owner of the shirt was.

 

"What is it?" Asked Fighter suddenly.

 

"Nothing." Was Tutor's immediate reply. Fighter turned as if he wanted to ask for something.

 

Their eyes met.

 

In reality Tor had no intention of looking at the driver; he was just thinking about the perfume.

 

Eventually, the trembling junior shifted his gaze to the window and the intense traffic outside. Silence fell again.

 

There was no music or conversation between the two. 

Tutor did not know what was going on in his head and he felt unusually uncomfortable.

 

It took about 30 minutes to go from Saifa's dormitory to Tutor's dormitory. The pale-skinned boy turned to pick up the bag and opened the door as soon as they arrived without saying a word.

 

Fighter really wanted to ask, but he understood Tutor's behavior. He understood it because if he had been in his place he would have been much angrier.

 

"Ai Tor, wait!" Fighter thought there was something wrong.

 

He rolled the window down and shouted at the person who had just left.

 

He actually wanted to apologize to Tutor, but only said, "My shirt ... you have it."

 

"Your shirt?" Tutor looked at the blue shirt of the engineers' uniform he was holding and thought.

 

"Yes, of course. It is soaked, I will wash it."

 

"There's no need, I'll wash it."

 

"But..."

 

"I said I'll take it, Tor." Fighter did not reply irritably. He only said it firmly and tilted his head. That was the moment when their eyes met again.

 

Tutor's gaze was stubborn and full of dissatisfaction. Fighter himself did not feel otherwise. He didn't even know when that feeling started.

 

Maybe it had happened at the beginning of Oriento's Day, when he had spelled Tutor's name on the sign hanging on the freshmen's neck and had been told to correct it, but he never had.

 

Or maybe it was when he had pretended on the day of acceptance of the freshmen.

 

"Er, so take it," Tutor tossed his shirt into the car, turned and ran away.

 

"Don't forget to go to the party tonight, understand?" Fighter called the other young man back.

 

"..." There was no response.

 

It didn't matter how long it would be ... In the end, he and Tutor would never have a good relationship, just as it had been at the beginning.

 

When a person doesn't like someone, things will never change.

 

 

...

 

 

 

The atmosphere in the bar, full of deafening music, was causing Tutor's headache. He had once said that he doesn't like noise.

 

But that was the place where the party was held and he certainly could not refuse when his seniors, who had his own code, decided to bring them to that place.

 

Tutor slowly closed his eyes. A hand went up to massage his temples to try to drive away the tiredness.

 

Unlike other people busy celebrating, Fighter wasn't the type who liked to socialize with others. Although at first glance he might seem like someone who liked to party, he didn't really like the noise.

 

Already feeling annoyed and irritated by the club, the loud music and the ocean of people only made his fatigue worse.

 

"Tor ..." Hwahwa called out softly.

 

Fighter looked at Hwahwa who was addressing his friend with concern. What he saw was Tutor rubbing his temples.

 

But when Hwahwa called him, Tutor turned quickly and smiled.

 

The fatigue disappeared so suddenly that Fighter was amused. It was not impossible to think that Tutor liked Hwahwa.

 

Fighter exhaled a bored sigh, got up and disappeared out of the pub.

 

"Everything good?" Hwahwa asked Tutor.

 

"Yes, but when are you going to go home? ... go back to the dormitory?"

 

"Not yet, I'm having fun and P'Fight is ..." Hwahwa turned to look at the people who should have been sitting next to her, but he was gone "Where did it go?"

 

"I do not know".

 

"He's gone like this now? How could I not have noticed?"

 

"I have no idea".

 

"Will he have gone to the bathroom?" Asked Hwahwa hopefully. Tutro nodded in agreement.

 

In the end, they didn't mention it anymore because it seemed that Hwahwa had seen her ex-boyfriend, one of the first year, and that he had kept her busy chatting for a long time.

 

"P'Fight has been gone for a while," the girl complained.

 

"Maybe he went to the bathroom."

 

"But it's a lot"

 

"Therefore?"

 

Hwahwa put on a pouting facet. If she had played her cards well, she was sure the Tor would have gone to look for P'Fight with her.

 

"Are you coming with me to find P'Fight?"

 

"Why don't you look for him on your own?"

 

"Well ... maybe he's in the bathroom. Let's go find him na ... na Tor, I'm afraid he might be drunk in the bathroom. If it were so, it wouldn't be nice."

 

"It won't be that bad ..."

 

"What if it is?" 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"Er er, ok, I'm going to look for him", he obviously ended up like this, as always.

 

He would do whatever she wanted because he had always passed them all smooth since they were children. And he kept doing it.

 

Actually he didn't mind doing things for her, because Hwahwa was her most important friend.

 

One of the reasons was perhaps because they had been friends since childhood, but there were other reasons that went back to elementary school.

 

He could not forget that event, her face streaked with tears beside Tor's bed, while his little hands clutched Tor's.

 

Tutor remembered that day well ... He and Hwahwa had gone to play behind the house. He had climbed the tree even though he had been told not to. In the end it was his fault that he had fallen and lost consciousness. He hadn't even understood what had happened after. When he woke up, he was already in the hospital.

 

But there was one thing Tutor always remembered. It was Hwa's small hands that held hers while she cried profusely.

 

It seemed Hwahwa couldn't stop crying and as she sobbed she said, "Don't do it anymore, na Tor."

 

At the time, Tor had felt guilty about climbing the tree, and even more so when his mother scolded him.

 

As she learned later, Hwahwa had carried him home despite her little body. Tutor couldn't imagine how she did it.

 

When he thought about it, he couldn't understand why Hwahwa had chosen to take him home instead of rushing for help.

 

For this, the memory was well planted in his mind and his feelings.

 

He was stuck there, he never left. A special feeling that could not be explained. It could only be called "special".

 

Special for him.

 

Tutor went around the club. He also looked for Fighter on the back.

 

He finally found him, sitting in a quiet corner while playing on the phone. He did not seem particularly excited about the idea of going back inside.

 

Seeing him, Tutor sighed, felt tired, unable to understand why such a person was having an affair with Hwahwa.

 

    

 

"P'Fight", he called.

 

Fighter looked up.

 

"Why are you sitting here? How come you're not keeping company in Hwahwa?"

 

Tutotr leaned back against the wall, not far from Fighter, who had started playing on his cell phone again.

 

"P'Fight ... Did you hear me?"

 

"I heard you."

 

"So why don't you answer?" Fighter looked at his junior and had the feeling that he was hanging himself too much in his life.

 

"Didn't you see that your friend was cheerfully chatting with her boyfriend, P'Kim? I don't see why I, as a friend, should have stayed with her."

 

"Even if this is the case, what you are doing is not right. Hwa told me that you are taking care of her. But what I see is very different."

 

"..."

 

Fighter didn't answer. Her face showed only an expression annoyed by Tutor's complaints.

 

"I know you two are just" friends with benefits. "But you should pay more attention to it, don't you think?"

 

Fighter frowned, even a little surprised because he had never thought of himself as the "boy" of Hwahwa. Maybe...

 

"Did Hwahwa tell you about our relationship?" 

"Yup..."

 

"If he told you, then you understand the reason, don't you? Why are you still asking me these questions?"

 

"Who told you I understand him? I don't understand anything at all. I don't understand why you brought Hwa here even if you don't give a damn about her."

 

"..." 

"What the hell are you thinking, P '? If I think you feel nothing for my friend, you shouldn't keep her busy like this. Let her go and let her know a better person," complained annoyed Tutor.

 

"Do you think our relationship is holding her back right now? Bullshit." Fighter plopped down again.

 

He had no intention of going anywhere. He shook his head and couldn't understand how Tutor could think of such a thing.

 

"If you are not holding her, why does she still last? Is it so much fun to be in a relationship without being in love like now? Are you happy with all this uncertainty?"

 

Tutor did not understand and would never understand their relationship. Hwahwa had an old habit of always wanting to prevail.

 

But he couldn't believe Hwahwa really liked Fighter. And also because he refused to end the relationship.

 

But with Fighter, it was never possible to understand what he was thinking.

 

"To tell you the truth, Tor, it's something between me and Hwa. No matter what it is, it's not your business." Fighter was about to leave.

 

"True ..." Tutor stood before him. "But the person you have a" benefit relationship "with is my friend."

 

"Huh?" Fight sighed. He smiled to himself at that thought. "Are you sure you only see her as a friend?"

 

"And are you sure you are satisfied with your status of" friendship with benefits "? Or ... mmm ... are you hiding something?"

 

"Hiding?" Fighter stopped and looked him in the face. "Do you think I'm hiding something?"

 

P'Fighter's gaze was intimidating and scary at the same time. Tutor had felt a shiver on his back at the sound of his low voice.

 

He admitted that he was afraid of his expression, but what he had said was more frightening.

 

"Who knows what you're hiding. Maybe ..." Tutor smiled nervously.

 

"..."

 

"Maybe you're hiding the fact that in reality ... you like men ..."

 

"Ai Tor!" Fighter's voice rang out louder than usual.

 

"Is that true? Do you really like men, P'Fight?" Tutor didn't stop there. "If you like them, just accept it. You don't need a cover like this." 

"You..."

 

"I'm just saying that if you liked a man, it wouldn't be a problem at all. More importantly, there's no reason to walk around pretending to be with a girl just to hide who you really are." Tutor continued his accusation.

 

"Ai Tor ..."

 

"Just say it and everything will end. Nowadays it's normal. Anyone can accept it. But if you really don't want to say it ..."

 

"..."

 

"Wait, I could tell Hwa that P 'umphhhh ..."

 

Maybe it was because he was angry, or maybe because the person in front of him had become irritating with his constant chatter. Whatever the reason, Fighter had decided to plug his mouth with a kiss.

 

His hands enclosed Tutor's face to make him take the right angle for the kiss. His lips were pressed angrily onto Tutor's soft ones.

 

"P '... P'Fight ... ump ..." 

When Fighter broke the kiss to breathe, Tutor yelled at him and started to push him hard , but the other didn't stop. In the end, Tutor gathered all his strength to push against Fighter's chest ...

 

"That's enough!!!" 

Tutor rubbed his lips vigorously with one hand, disgusted. Unlike Fighter, who knew what they had done and raised a hand to rub his lips with a strange sensation.

 

"Are you crazy or what, P? Why did you do it?" Asked Tutor.

 

 

    

"Why are you freaking out now? You were so annoying."

 

"Even if I was, you shouldn't have. So do you really like men?"

 

"Still with this story? Aren't you going to end it?" Fighter approached the boy threateningly. The words died in Tutor's throat before he backed away.

 

He swallowed empty. He had no idea why P'Fight had kissed him. Was it because he was angry or because he really liked men? Eventually, however, Tutor preferred to turn on his heels and leave, but the other grabbed his hand.

 

"Don't you dare tell anyone."

 

Tutor frowned and disentangled himself from his grasp and then left.

 

"Ai Tor!"

 

Tutor returned to the club with a feeling he couldn't explain himself. It was a confused feeling, he didn't even know if he had to tell Hwahwa or avoid it.

 

"Tor ... are you back? Where's P'Fight? Aren't you back together?" Hwahwa asked when he saw that Tutor had returned to the table. His eyes wandered around the club.

 

"Wait a minute, it will come."

 

"Er ..." Hwahwa nodded. Then he turned to look at him again when he noticed that his gaze was fixed on her, as if he wanted to ask her something.

 

"What's up, AiTor? Why are you so serious? And frowning. What are you thinking about?" 

"..."

 

"Tor?"

 

"Nothing. I'm not thinking about anything. I just wanted to ask you something."

 

"Thing?" 

"Do you really like P'Fight so much?"

 

"Mh? Why do you ask me so suddenly?" 

"Just to know."

 

"Um ..." Hwa went silent all of a sudden and thought a little about Tutor's question.

 

"Actually I don't know how much I like it. But if we were to break, I would be sad because P 'didn't ask me if I want to break. So if I were to break this relationship right now, I would be very sad, but ... Tor, who takes you ? "

 

Hwahwa asked and looked him in the eye, making him feel like he was doing something wrong.

 

"Er, nothing. It was just a question," Tutor smiled.

 

"I asked why I'm afraid that I won't be more important to you, no more."

 

"Don't worry, na. Because for me, you are the most important person in the world." Hwahwa said with a broad smile. Tutor shook his head, thinking he was being silly. Then he got up and said he would go back to the dormitory.

 

"Come back?" 

"Um. Do you want to come back with me? Let's take a taxi together."

 

"There's no need. Wait. P'Fight will bring you home if you want to come back, but let's go home in a little while."

 

"No, I'll leave the money for the food," he said and took the money from the wallet to give it to Hwa.

 

"Who said second-year kids have to pay for the party, Tor? Both P'Banthit and P'Pi are about to graduate, Tor. I don't know. Come on, just leave the money for the envelope." Wait a minute or the seniors they'll think we don't care. [N / T with "the envelopes" I mean the one with the money inside. In Thailand they do it for weddings or graduations]

 

"Why did not you tell me?" 

"Yeah, that's true ... Anyway, here's what we're going to do. Leave me the money and go home. I shoo, shoo."

 

"OK I go..."

 

"Send me a Line when you get na kha."

 

Tutor smiled and nodded, then slowly left the pub. He crossed Fighter, who had just returned, and remembered the event just before.

 

Although he thought it would be easy to forget, when he met the other's eyes, he remembered it again, even the touch of his lips.

 

He had no idea why Fighter had done such a thing. But whatever the reason, he didn't care.

 

    

 

End of chapter 2