Why R U ? (FighterxTutor) (Eng) 4

"Tor, come here."

 

Someone called him as soon as he entered the house.

 

When he turned to the voice, he saw that it was Na, a friend of Hwahwa from the same faculty.

 

"They told me you would bring the cake, right?"

 

 

 

 

"Er."

 

"Then go and prepare the candles on the back of the house while Day and I will keep an eye on the birthday girl."

 

"Ok." Tutor nodded and replied to Na at the same time that Fighter was entering the house.

 

Tutor didn't care, he just headed for the kitchen.

 

"Tor, wait." Na called him back. "Get help from Fighter, let him bring the cake for Hwahwa out."

 

Both Tor and Fighter had an expression of surprise and confusion on their faces. Since Tor had brought the cake, why should Fighter bring it out?

 

As soon as he finished speaking, Na pushed Fighter and Tutor into the kitchen again.

 

Tutor just sighed.

 

His expression showed that he was not happy with Na's decision at all, but said nothing, perhaps because he didn't want to cause problems for his best friend's birthday.

 

Fighter followed him into the kitchen, equally silent.

 

The minor went to turn on the lights without tripping, knowing the room well. Fighter understood that Tutor and Hwahwa were childhood friends so it would have been strange if the other hadn't known where the switch was.

 

After that, Tutor placed the cake on the counter in the center of the room.

 

Fighter had no intention of helping, indeed. He crossed his arms and sat down at the counter watching Tutor put the candles on the cake.

 

After a moment, however, a smile appeared on his face. He was thinking about something, so he asked the other in a mocking tone.

 

"You know I don't like being the one who brings the cake."

 

"..." Tutor had decided not to talk about it anymore. Why did the other continue to do it?

 

What the hell do you mean?

 

"Do you understand me?"

 

"Does my face seem like that of a happy one instead?"

 

Tutor looked up at Fighter and held out the candles in his hand. "Take."

 

You talk too much.

 

"..."

 

"Try to make yourself useful sometimes. I'm going to look for a lighter."

 

"Hey! Do you think I'm useless?"

 

"Yup!"

 

"Ai Tor!"

 

"Accept it, P'Fight. I'm going to find the lighter."

 

He put the candles in Fighter's hand and went to look for the object. Fighter's face seemed to bother him very much.

 

"What are you thinking about, P? Move and put the candles on the cake."

 

The child has not yet found the lighter when he turns to the other.

 

What the hell...?

 

Fighter had grown tired of throwing their bickering long and had decided to put the candles on the cake, but glancing on the cake he could not hold back the amazement.

 

The thought that Tutor liked Hwahwa was still stuck in his mind. Although Tor denied it, the evidence before him had convinced him that Tor was secretly in love with his friend.

 

"Are you done?" Tutor asked approaching with a lighter.

 

"Move, so I can light the candles. Let's not waste time."

 

Fighter moved to make room for Tutor. Nobody moved for a long moment. Fighter broke the silence first.

 

" Happy birthday to my beloved friend ... Uh?

 

"..." Tutor doesn't answer anything even if his face shows he's annoyed.

 

"You really shouldn't use the word" friend "." Fighter doesn't stop talking.

 

In addition, his eyes continued to look straight into Tutor's, who returned the look full of irritation. In the end he couldn't stand it anymore and gave him an exasperated look.

 

"What do you mean, P '?" 

"Exactly what I said."

 

"P'Fight."

 

"Exactly. You don't really want to be just his friend. Or am I wrong?" 

"You are wrong."

 

"Really?" Fighter asked approaching Tutor a little more. He was unable to hold back a giggle when he saw the defiant gaze he received from Tutor, who was not willing to move an inch to escape from him.

 

 

 

 

But when he looked more closely at the minor, other feelings surfaced, feelings that made him feel strange.

 

It was certainly not a passionate feeling.

 

It was quite a wish ... To want to touch those lips again.

 

He wasn't sure what it was.

 

Maybe he just wanted to know if those lips were still as soft as the first time.

 

Eventually, Fighter concentrated on that mouth.

 

Tutor pursed his lips when he realized that Fighter was staring at them, but he didn't move a muscle ...

 

Fighter moved closer and now they could feel their own warm breath, their very close faces, only a breath separated them. So close that their lips were almost touching, they were about to descend on each other ...

 

"P ', what are you doing?" The boy seemed to come to himself and pushed Fighter away. His face was indifferent.

 

His lips were still tight, as if afraid that Fighter would attack him and kiss him again like this time.

 

"You are too funny." Fighter smiled and shook his head before starting to tinker with candles.

 

Obviously Tutor felt uncomfortable.

 

"Are you still kidding me?"

 

"What did you think?" Fighter turned his attention to the other.

 

"Did you think I would really kiss you?" 

"..."

 

"Ah!" Fighter sighed bored and Tutor rubbed his lips.

 

Tutor stopped insisting and started to light the candles. The disgust he felt for Fighter made him speak again without thinking.

 

"But some things aren't sure, P 'Fight. Who can know what's on your mind if not you?"

 

"..."

 

"It is not so?" Eventually, Tutor turned to Fighter with a sly smile.

 

The younger one frowned and went back to lighting the candles.

 

Fighter shook his head in the direction of his junior code member.

 

How could it be like this?

 

He did not feel nervous around him at all.

 

Just like now, he just wanted to watch it, watch every move.

 

He just wanted to stare at those orange lips still slightly tight, as if Tutor knew he was being watched.

 

Maybe it was just the desire to make fun of him.

 

Even deep down, he wasn't sure he wanted to kiss him. But he convinced himself that he simply wanted to make fun of him.

 

"Done." Tutor said cheerfully as a child receiving candy.

 

It was all about lighting candles: Fighter didn't understand what was so exhilarating.

 

"Okay, let's get her out." Fighter nodded and started to leave the kitchen.

 

"One moment, P '." Tutor, with the cake in his hand, called him back, blocking his way.

 

"Thing?" 

"Here." He said extending the cake.

 

"I do not want to."

 

"Why? Na wants you to take it."

 

"But I don't feel like it ... I'm tired. Bring it."

 

"But ..." Tutor hesitated. "

 

"Can you just listen to me, Tor? Compared to your cake, I have much more precious things to give her."

 

Fighter replied irritably and Tutor, feeling bad about it, pouted.

 

But it didn't matter. Since Fighter didn't want to bring the cake, he would. Tutor smiled to himself as Fighter shook his head to see him.

 

"Even if you don't want to say it directly ..." Tutor looked up at Fighter and smiled. "...Thank you."

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

As if the world had only stopped for a few seconds and he could see that smile.

 

"Er." Fighter nodded as if he was annoyed and came out in front of Tutor.

 

Then Day turned off the lights quickly and the voices singing "Happy Birthday" soon filled the room.

 

Hwahwa smiled at Tutor because in the past she had been asked by friends at the faculty because she had not yet accepted to officially join P'Fight. Of course the other person who wanted to thank more than any other - besides Tutor, was Day, the boy who hurriedly turned off the lights.

 

"🎵🎵🎵Happy birthday to youuuu! 🎵🎵🎵"

 

The song ended followed by applause. Tutor approached the cake with the candles lit to his best friend and Hwahwa smiled at him again with gratitude.

 

"Thanks a lot, Tor."

 

"We wish you all the happiness in the world." Hwahwa nodded and made a wish before blowing out the candles.

 

The cake was cut and distributed to those present, although not many were interested in eating it. Only Day, Hwahwa and Fighter sat down to eat in silence.

 

"It's exquisite, Tor." Hwa is always Hwa.

 

The first words came from her because she recognized that the cake had been made by her best friend. Day was ecstatic. Then he got up to take the gift for Hwahwa. They chatted and Tutor got involved in the conversation.

 

They talked until a friend called Hwahwa, whereupon she apologized for joining her other friends.

 

Day stared at Hwahwa with a look that Tutor knew, though he hadn't said a word or asked any questions.

 

Neither had noticed that someone was watching them from the beginning.

 

He couldn't help thinking that maybe Day liked Hwahwa too.

 

In short, it didn't matter if they were close friends like Tutors or friends of friends like Day. Both people Fighter was talking about liked Hwahwa.

 

Aaah ... What a mess!

 

The situation at Hwahwa's home began to calm down.

 

Tutor hadn't heard the rumble for a while. And even if he was in the kitchen, judging by the muffled noises from the outside it was not difficult to guess that Hwahwa's friends were about to go home.

 

"Tor, you don't need to do it. I'll do it in a moment." The waitress turned to Tutor who was holding the dishes in the sink.

 

"It's just washing the dishes, I can do it myself."

 

"I know you can, but if Miss Hwwhwa sees you, she'll take it out on me."

 

"He won't see it, P'Jan."

 

"I know, I know. But that's my job after all. You should go into the living room and wait for Hwahwa."

 

"..."

 

 

 

 

"Please." The expression on the woman's face and her pleading gaze forced him to nod.

 

"Okay. But if you need help, call me right away, okay?"

 

"Sure."

 

Tutor nodded in the direction of the woman before leaving the kitchen to go to the living room, where there was hardly anyone left now.

 

Only one person remained.

 

P'Fight.

 

He was sitting on the corner of the sofa.

 

He was trying to call without paying attention to what surrounded him. Until Tutor came in to sit on a chair, when Fighter looked up at him as if asking him what he was still doing there.

 

"It's my friend's house." Tutor said suddenly.

 

Her expression was very annoyed.

 

But after Tutor finished talking, Fighter showed a smile in the corners of his mouth, as if making fun of him. Tutor frowned but quickly gave up.

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

Forget it. I no longer want to waste time with him.

 

Eventually Tor decided to ignore him and started playing on his cell phone too.

 

But since he felt observed, he looked up to meet Fighter's.

 

'What's up?' Tutor asked only with his lips.

 

"..." Fighter did not reply.

 

'Pain in the ass. "

 

'You or me?'

 

'You, of course!'

 

'Huh' Fighter, instead of getting angry, simply lifted the corners of his lips in a smile.

 

"Tor, P'Fight"

 

Someone's voice cut them off.

 

When they turned around, they saw that Hwahwa and Day were returning home.

 

"It's late, are you two going to go home?"

 

 

"Oh yes." Tutor nodded and stood up, then slipped the cell phone into his pants pocket.

 

There was no need for Day to return with Tutor because although they had come together, Day's home was not far from Hwahwa's. Tutor instead had to go home by taxi.

 

"Wait, Tor. Don't go yet." The owner of the house stopped him.

 

"What happens?" Tutor raised an eyebrow.

 

Hwahwa did not reply and instead turned to Fighter, who had just got up from the sofa.

 

"P'Fight, Tor's dorm is far away. Can you accompany him?"

 

"Hey, there's no need, Hwa. I can go home on my own." Tutor immediately rejected the offer.

 

"Don't be stubborn, Tor. P'Fight, please accompany him ... Please?"

 

Without saying anything else, Hwahwa dragged Tutor by the arm, pulling him out of the house towards Fighter's car. Day followed them with the owner of the car.

 

"Or do you want to sleep with me?"

 

"Oh, right ... It's already late, you don't have to go home." Hwahwa agreed with Day. "You don't even have to sleep by Day, you can stay here with me."

 

"It's okay with me."

 

"At my house. Tutor is my friend, Day."

 

"But he is also my friend."

 

"But I knew him before you."

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

Neither of them wanted to surrender.

 

The object of their dispute found itself in the middle. He looked at Day and Hwahwa and thought they were fun. Both looked to him to find out who he was going to sleep with.

 

"I won't sleep with either of you."

 

"Because?"

 

"I have to work tomorrow."

 

"Aww" Day replied disappointed.

 

"Sin." Hwahwa's reply had the same tone and pouted.

 

 

"If so ... Only one option remains."

 

Hwahwa smiled happily because she had managed to act in such a way as to make him stay as close as possible to P'Fight.

 

"You don't have to smile like that, Hwahwa."

 

"I'm not smiling at all ... P'Fight, open the door."

 

As he said it, Hwa looked at Fighter, who reluctantly obeyed. The girl waited with a broad smile on her face and pushed Tutor into the car.

 

 

"Don't make a face so annoyed, Tor. Go like that, at least you don't have to pay the taxi. And thank you very much for today, Tor. The cake was delicious."

 

 

 

 

"Er, er. No problem."

 

"Goodnight, Tor."

 

"You too. And happy birthday." Hwahwa smiled and closed the door.

 

Tutor glanced at Fighter, who was still standing talking to Day and Hwahwa. The three exchanged a few more words and then Fighter got into the car in the driver's seat.

 

Slam!

 

The door slammed loudly when it was closed. Then the car left.

 

P'Fight honked before maneuvering while Hwahwa and Day waited for the car to move away, waving goodbye to them.

 

Tutor sighed thinking about his friend's attempt to make him stay with Fighter, an attempt still in vain because at that moment his feelings for Fighter were still the same. He didn't like that person at all and had no intention of spending time with him.

 

Well, let's think about it.

 

In the car for almost an hour and they hadn't even exchanged a word.

 

It's not that Tutor hadn't tried to start a conversation. He had tried but the senior replied in monosyllables, as if he had to get the words out of his mouth. In the end he had decided to remain silent.

 

For the sake of precision, the literal translation says, "He replied as if he was afraid that a phikul  flower would fall out of his mouth." "A monosyllabic" if we want, but I was looking for a stronger and more colorful expression.]

 

"Thanks for taking me home." Tutor said to thank him before taking off his belt.

 

"Er." Fighter merely nodded.

 

"And ...." It seemed that Tutor still had something to say.

 

Even if I wanted to, however, he remained silent until Fighter turned to him with a raised eyebrow: 'What?' he seemed to say.

 

"Thanks for letting me bring the cake today."

 

"Well, you bought the cake, didn't you?"

 

"I didn't buy it. I made it."

 

"Do you know how to make cakes? A man who makes cakes ... Isn't that a bit strange? Who taught you?"

 

"I took a course."

 

"A course?"

 

"Yes, I took a course ... What's wrong with that? My older sister likes cakes."

 

Tutor's expression was so proud that Fighter wondered how childish the older sister he was talking about was.

 

How does such a stubborn person show so much affection and talk about his sister in Fighter's eyes?

 

"So ... I'm going. Goodnight, P '."

 

"Mh." It was the silent answer.

 

The minor opened the door and got out of the car.

 

"Goodnight ...." Fighter muttered to himself.

 

"Do you also say it to those you don't like?"

 

Fighter's eyes moved to the person who was entering the dormitory with an inexplicable feeling, but it was not love.

 

He just didn't understand ...

 

 

 

✳ ✳ ✳

 

 

 

(Sigh)

 

The sound of sighs rose simultaneously.

 

The owner of the room had thrown himself on the bed, his eyelids heavy. He would have fallen asleep in seconds had it not been for the phone that vibrated in his pocket.

 

I retrieve my cell phone and lay on his back to read Line messages more comfortably.

 

 

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Kik's mom: Nong Tutor, about the lesson I told you about, I have to cancel it. I'm really sorry. I just enrolled in a course at Kik school. I'm so sorry!

 

Tutor: Okay, we'll do it next time.

 

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* Ting *

 

Tutor had not yet responded that another message appeared on the screen.

 

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Kaykai: Nong Tor.

 

Tutor: Yes, P'Kay?

 

Kaykai: Sorry for bothering you at this hour.

 

Tutor: No problem, P '.

 

Kaykai: You told me you'd like to increase your working hours. Remember?

 

Tutor: Of course, P 'Kay. I have already started university again for a few days. Do you need something?

 

Kaykai: So, my partner is planning to cut costs. Then your working hours will go back to being the same. Would that suit you? I really tried to find a solution but this seems the best for you too.

 

Tutor: Okay, P '. Do not worry.

 

Kaykai: I worry about you ...

 

Tutor: It's all right, P'Kay. Actually I also have a new student. Don't worry, okay?

 

Kaykai: I'm relieved. Thanks a lot, Tor.

 

Tutor: No big deal.

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What new student, Tor? There is not one left.

 

(Sigh)

 

Tutor turned off his cell phone and placed it in a free space on the bed before closing his eyes.

 

Counting the working days from P'Kay, he was busy only on Tuesday and Thursday evening, and all day on Saturday. If he took stock of his income and expenses ... In no way would that work have been enough.

 

It seemed that he had to look for another job ... But where would he go to look for him?

 

Tutor pulled the pillow close, sank his face into it, and then turned over in bed. It felt like a lump in the throat and he had to cover his face with the pillow.

 

He was tired, so tired. In all his life he had never been in such a situation. He had never had to fight or try to make money like this.

 

How would he do it? In life there were no choices. And since he couldn't choose, he would have fought in the end. Even though his heart was screaming that it was not possible, his lips kept murmuring a prayer: he prayed to be able to go on.

 

I can do it.

 

I definitely can do it

 

Whatever happens, I have to fight ... I have to resist.