#still thinking in khun ponytail and his cute bow

[glassesandhighheels188]

kuhn's ponytail is impossible

so i'm think that siu grew their hair just for check and then we get the s2 ponytail

[chowyunnafat]

Le Grand Bleu (Part 2)

le grand bleu (part 2) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

Jannine didn’t think the hazing, i. e. bullying, would kick off like this.

Right when she stepped foot on Hnung Uni’s campus she’d already started getting these weird or curious looks. Even one girl gave her the stank eye like she was the gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe.

Even so, she made it to admissions on time and was able to secure a dorm. While there, she asked the office lady if by any chance there was an individual by the name of Kunpimook who attended this college. But the lady only responded with, “How should I know? Is it my job to know each student here?”

And she left it at that.

Her roommate apparently was MIA at the moment. How she knew? A couple of individuals had greeted her at the front door, handing her a basket that was for a Nicha. “You’re in dorm room D59?” One girl asked. “Khun?”

Jannine nodded with a smile. “Would you like for me to make sure Nicha receives these gifts?”

The second girl in the entourage nodded happily. “Oh! And this is for you too!”

“‘Bath Gift’?”

“Yes.”

Jannine smiled. “Khxb khun (thank you),” She said with a slight bow of her head.

Once she reached the room, she opened the door and entered. It was average size and spacious. Based on observation, she determined that the left side of the room was hers.

After she set up all her things, including the ocean night light, and her dress-form for her designs, she grabbed her bath gifts, pajamas, and towel, and walked to the bathroom down the hallway where the showers were located.

•••

The alarm clock from the phone blared loudly. And Jannine was up in no time. Even though she had been VERY tempted to throw her phone across the room and smash it to a million pieces and tighten her comforter around her.

Yet, as she finished her outfit off with a cute rainbow cardigan. She’d looked in the mirror. And she was not expecting—

“Blue hair!!” She exclaimed. “I have—she looked at the mirror as she touched her ponytail—blue hair!”

She cursed loudly before realizing she might be making too much of a ruckus for her roommate…who still wasn’t here.

Either way, Jannine could only think of important matters. Like why her hair looked like the dog from Blue’s Clues threw up on her head.

“This can’t be happening,” She mumbled, toning down on the dramatics. “This has to happen on the first day?!”

Before she could even have a chance to check if this was a dye job that only lasted maybe a day (?), she received an alert on her phone stating that classes started in 10 minutes.

Damn it.

•••

Her stomach grumbled, so she let her stomach and nose lead her all the way to the campus cafe. Despite it being only a little past 12:00 pm. There wasn’t much people yet.

She stepped in line behind two girls. As they ordered their food, she rummaged through her wallet with smiley faces on it. “Where’d I put that baht?”

Right when she was able to fish a couple bills out of her wallet, she was roughly shoved out of line when a few guys stepped in front of her, their backs facing her.

“Hey!” Jannine shouted. “I was in line first!”

One of the guys in the entourage turned around, and smirked. “No. I’m pretty sure we were.”

Jannine balled her hands up into fists. “No. I was.”

The guy continued to smirk. Hardly fazed by her determined response. If all, he may have found it more funny than anything.

“What’s it look like cutie?” He asked. “I’m standing in front of you. Not behind.”

The girls who were in front of her before, had gotten their food, walking past her. She called out to them. “Hey, luh. Was I behind you two before this jerk-off and his cavemen stepped in front of me?”

The girls’ eyes widened almost comically.

Suddenly, all eyes were on her and the cafeteria was quiet. Hear-a-pin-drop quiet.

“Chaw tang chati?!” He exclaimed. “You’ve got nerve.”

“Wa ngina?”

“Blue hair, don’t care?!” He mocked. “Go away. We didn’t cut in front of you.”

She frowned. “But I was in line first. You can’t just cut in front of me and expect me not to say anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He said smugly. “You’re still behind. And well, I just don’t care enough to continue this convo. So…?”

He turned around, ignoring her further protests. She would’ve started crying, but her annoyance and embarrassment prevented the tears. She grabbed a handful of noodles sopping with orange sauce from a passer-bys lunch tray and she stuck it to the jerk’s head.

If you’d asked Jannine if she regretted her decision at that moment, she would’ve told you, “Absolutely not! No regrets!” But if you’d asked her if she was expecting what came next, she would’ve been more honest and replied, “No. No, I did not.”

He ended up touching his head, turning around, and once he saw what was on his hand, he looked at her with annoyance.

He pushed her to the ground, which caused a chain reaction almost. As she fell on the ground, her foot was stuck out (i.e. in the way), and as a result a passer-by tripped resulting in them getting the tray of food on another passer-by.

No. A food fight did not break out.

But somehow, like falling dominoes a chain of events followed: someone ended up getting their leg broke, or a neck sprain, or gum in their hair, and the Headmaster was going to need her suit dry cleaned.

•••

“He and his friends cut me in line,” Jannine said calmly. “No matter how nicely I spoke he wouldn’t play fair.”

The headmaster gave her a tight smile.

But then the person whom Jannine blamed for the lunchroom mishap spoke, “Headmaster don’t listen to her! I was the victim. Do you see this?!”

He turned his head to show her the orange sauce residue on his hair. “All the proof you need to kick her out of here!”

Jannine guffawed in a fake manner. “You NG. You waste of a human being.”

“Whatever. I’m just glad the food didn’t stain my hair like the blue monstrosity on you—“

“QUIET!”

Both students stopped fighting and turned to the headmaster.

“Others and myself hold Hnung Uni in high regard. All students are top-level. Destined to succeed in the kingdom.” She cut her eyes at Jannine. “But I cannot and will not let two badger fools in this establishment ruin that.”

She then cut her eyes at the “Xi Ngoi” (“dumbass”, nickname courtesy of Jannine). “I expected more from you. If your father wasn’t an alumnus, I would’ve never had you step foot here.”

Jannine was too annoyed to note the look of incompetence and failure that crossed her new enemy’s face. After all, her experience was that of a loser so far.

“You two will clean the mess hall for the rest of the school year, and you will be participating together in the end of the school year talent festival.”

“What?!” They both shouted in unison.

The headmaster smiled, her teeth a blinding light of white. “What better way to show the infinite solidarity amongst Hnung Uni’s students? You both have mess hall cleaning duty all school year long, and what better way to tie it in a neat little bow, by showing off your talents and partnering up at Chi Time Festival.”

I hate this Xi Ngo.

As she gave him the stank eye, and him in return. The headmaster stood up. “You both are dismissed. Meanwhile…” She grabbed her white blazer. “I will go and have this dry cleaned. It was my favorite one too.”

•••

It was dinner time, and Jannine chewed her food. She glared at “Xi Ngo”. He sat and laughed with his friends happily, and threw a piece of croquet at one of his friends.

“His name is BamBam,” Lisa whispered. “But everyone knows that’s not his real name.”

On a good note, Jannine had made friends with the individual’s whose food she used to leave Xi Ngo’s hair a mess.

The pretty individual had greeted her nicely outside of the Headmaster’s office. “Sa wa dee ka, cha chu Lalisa. But please do call me Lisa.”

Jannine raised a brow, glancing over at the very person who’d practically embarrassed her on her first day of uni.

“He’s not very nice,” Jannine said. “He doesn’t even say thank you when someone holds the door for him. Jerk.”

Lisa frowned. “I think you’re being a little pre-judgmental. Especially for being the new person.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “How do you think he was towards me? He didn’t even think I was Thai.”

Her classmate was at a loss for words it seemed. But she firmly shook her head in disagreement. “He only treated you like that for some reason. He’s reasonably nice I’d say.”

“So, you’re justifying his behavior?”

“No. He was definitely being a jerk. But for some reason you made him mad.”

Jannine would have responded if it hadn’t been for the fried rice that was suddenly covering her chest. She looked up and came face to face with a girl who definitely had serious eyeliner game.

As she wiped the rice off her chest, she looked up at the perpetrator.

“You whore,” She said to Jannine, point blank. “You think you’re real slick.”

“Wa ngina (excuse me)?”

“Chan tid xang hrux pela (did I stutter)?”

Jannine stood up, indicating she wasn’t backing down. “I know you weren’t talking to me.”

“Then you must have really bad hearing.”

“No. I can hear quite well. You just aren’t intelligent.”

As the staring contest intensified, Lisa started speaking in Jannine’s ear. “She’s Milli. Her real name is Danupha Khanatheerakul. And you should probably back down now. I heard she caused a girl to need plastic surgery and transfer schools.”

Jannine scoffed, still looking Milli in the eye without fear (even though her hands were shaking, and she got this really sick feeling in her stomach). "Well, that isn't gonna be me."

Passers-by and fellow students looked on. Waiting for either party to strike. As Milli stepped forward, Jannine prepared to make an evasive maneuver…

The bell rang.

•••

Jannine slapped the cleaning rag over her shoulder, as she scrubbed the floor on her knees using a sponge from the bucket. “I hate this.”

BamBam wiped the table begrudgingly. But he was half-assing it more than she was. He just wiped in a zig zag line at each table and called it a day.

He hadn’t said one word to her. But she was okay with that. She wanted to be done with cleaning as quick as possible.

Before you know it, she was bagging up the trash in the trash cans, and he was closing the blinds. And they were done.

•••

Jannine examined the letter, running her fingers across the Thai script.

Who was Sifa? And why couldn’t she locate the sender? All she knew was that his name was Kunpimook and Sifa had broke his heart.

Glumly, Jannine took out her textbooks and notebooks. Fully prepared to do her work, but not mentally. Not when there was a heartbroken individual out there who may have possibly made himself disappear.

Just as she was half-heartedly starting to answer questions part of the homework, there was a knock at the door.

Jannine didn’t get up from her bed at first. Then the knock came again. Since she was new here, and Lisa pretty much said she was the pariah. She shouted, “Nicha’s not here!”

The person continued to knock. “If you’re here for Nicha,” Jannine tried again. “She’s not here!”

Soon after, a voice followed with, “I know! I- I was just wanting to let you know that a party is happening in the guy’s dorm, in case you were interested!”

Jannine raised a brow. A party? Where she could possibly find Kunpimook. In case he really did show up for the semester, and the homeowner Tom’s help wasn’t in vain.

As though a lightbulb had gone off in her head, Jannine jumped off her bed, running over to the door and swinging it open. “Party?”

The messenger, who looked to be just a few years older than her (if not the same age), nodded her head; which was full of purple hair with faint yellow streaks.

The messenger nodded even though one could tell that she was freaked out by Jannine’s sudden interest in the party. “Yeah.”

“Great!!” Jannine exclaimed, clapping while jumping up and down. “Thank you so much…?”

The girl smiled. “My name is Sutatta Udomsilp. But you can just call me PunPun.”

“Jannine,” The blue haired girl replied warmly. “So, PunPun, the party is happening, like right now?”

Her new friend nodded in the affirmative. “Ka. It is.”

Jannine clapped her hands again. “Gimme just a sec!”

As she ran around the room like a chicken with its head cut off, she failed to hear PunPun’s words: “That didn’t mean I was gonna wait for you.”

As she put on a pair of Fila sneakers and half-heartedly combed through her hair that was still dyed blue, Jannine said to PunPun, “Are these dorm fraternizations allowed?” She then quickly put on a thick amount of eyeliner and TRIED contouring. It was a fail. But she soldiered on with a moderate application of blue lipgloss on her lips.

PunPun laughed. “No. But Headmaster is out for a holiday event that’s happening back in Isan, and the administration tends to get lazy with discipline. Except for that one foreign admin who likes to carry a big stick around when policing the campus.”

Jannine finished rubbing in the pencil marks on her face, and turned around to face PunPun. “How do I look?”

PunPun raised a brow. “You actually look decent.”

Jannine frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know…” PunPun murmured. “But uh, the party is in full swing already, I think. We should go.”

“Oh.” Jannine grabbed her Fanny pack and walked over to the door. “Plxy man pi! (Let’s go).”

•••

PunPun had been right. The party was in full swing already.

The latest Kpop tunes blared from the speakers, as someone made a show of their dance moves. Yellow and purple party decorations adorned the main space; from strobe lights to refreshments.

“The guy dorm looks nicer than the girl dorm.”

Her newfound friend nodded in agreement. “Yeah. But we have better plumbing.”

Jannine laughed.

“PunPun?”

Jannine and PunPun looked to the person who had spoken.

“PunPun—Is that you?”

Jannine looked at her. “Do you know him?”

PunPun shrugged. “He’s kinda weird.”

The guy reached them, and gave a small bow with his head. “Sawadee Krup.”

The guy smiled brightly at PunPun before introducing himself to Jannine. “I’m Krist.”

“Hello,” She responded kindly. “I’m Jannine.”

“Jannine?” He said. “You’re PunPun’s new friend?”

Jannine threw her arm around PunPun’s shoulder. “Yes! She’s helped me a lot actually. I’m new here.”

Krist smiled again. “I’m glad.”

PunPun started to speak. “Ka. Uh, Kri—“

“Hello, Party People!” Greeted the MC. “I hope you’re enjoying the party!”

Everyone hooted and hollered.

“Good. ‘Cause it isn’t over yet!”

The crowd then settled and Jannine could only anticipate what was coming next. The DJ began to play a new beat, and out stepped—

“Xi Ngo?!”

PunPun turned and looked at her, surprised. “Huh?! You mean BamBam?!”

He was dancing to the beat with ease. As he did dance move after next, the crowd cheered in complete awe. But Jannine prettily booed. “Get off the stage!”

PunPun shushed her. “Khun. You’ll get drop kicked by Baemis.”

“Baemis?”

PunPun nodded quickly. “Yeah. Apparently, he has a fan club. They call themselves ‘Baemis.’”

Jannine could only make a face of disbelief. “Really?”

PunPun snickered. “Kun, you look like you want to take a shit.”

Jannine swatted at her new friend’s arm. “Take that back!”

So caught up in arguing with PunPun, she failed to notice an individual who was carrying a purple drink in a yellow cup. In result, as Jannine backed up, to avoid a thump from her new friend, she crashed into the individual.

“Khun!” The voice shouted. “This is a new shirt!”

The music stopped. The crowd stopped. Even the lights sort of flickered.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who could only shrug. Slowly, Jannine turned around to face the individual who not only looked uber pissed, but was actually quite handsome. But he didn’t look too happy.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” He asked wiping at his yellow shirt. “No wonder people think you’re weird and annoying.”

Jannine had been about to explain herself, but when the handsome guy said those words, she could no longer do so. Not when all eyes were on her; the eyes that said they agreed with him.

“Mai?”

He “Tched” at her like he was an annoyed male lead in a popular Lakorn. “You’ve just got here. And I’m pretty sure no one wants anything to do with you.”

Jannine couldn’t speak.

Before she could insult him, or even worse break down in tears. A voice called out from the stage. “Chittaphon!”

The handsome guy, now Chittaphon, looked to where he heard his name. His facial expression went from smug to angry. “Khun?”

BamBam shrugged, with a blatant smirk. “Everyone’s been saying you’ve wanted to beat me in a dance battle. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”

Chittaphon smirked, but it had a lot more malice in it. “It’s Ten, Khun.” He started walking towards the stage, forgetting about Jannine who was too mesmerized by the tension between the two peers.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who was just as dumbfounded.

Nonetheless, she looked on as the rest of crowd did.

BamBam smiled in a smug way that was more endearing on his face than others. Despite his ways, Jannine couldn’t help but note how when compared to he and Ten, he looked to be a lot more genuine.

Even though her first meeting with him was a disaster, he told her and showed her exactly who he was.

“You want to go first?” BamBam asked Ten. “Or do you still need some time?”

Ten shook his head. “Nah. I’m ready.”

“Really?”

“Ka.”

“Are you sure!”

“You fucking dipshit. I’m ready.”

BamBam continued to smile. “Okay.”

Ten requested the DJ to play a song in the Top 20. Jannine hadn’t really heard of it, but the crowd of party goers around her roared in excitement.

“I’ll show you what a real dancer looks like.”

Ten then proceeded to execute elaborate dance moves. The crowd “oohed”, “awed”, and clapped. Jannine continued to look on, coming to the overall conclusion that Ten could dance his socks off.

“I bet you can’t beat that,” Ten jabbed. “I’ve actually gotten proper training in dance.”

BamBam smirked and looked away. He then looked at Ten again, and replied, “If that’s what you really think, I’ll let you have that krup.” He then slapped him on the shoulder, giving it a few pats. “Okay DJ put on Jetrin!”

Once the DJ had a song going, BamBam proceeded to dance.

Jannine’s eyes widened. She could only look on in awe as the “Campus Prince” did the damn thing.

“I was really trying to boo him off the stage,” Jannine muttered. “He isn’t that bad.”

With fluidity and confidence, BamBam executed dance move after dance move. Not once did he pause or stop to regain his footing because there was nothing to regain.

Right then and there Jannine thought back to the boy who wrote those letters to Sifa. He’d won the dance finals and was going to attend here. But she hadn’t found him. Maybe she’d ask Krist, or the headmaster herself.

“Kunpimook,” She said to herself. “I bet you’d dance circles around Ten and BamBam.”

The roar of the crowd snapped her out of her thoughts. Jannine saw that BamBam had ended his dance with a pretty cool handstand.

PunPun whistled, laughing and saying, “He managed to beat Ten!”

“You don’t like Ten?” Jannine asked.

PunPun nodded quickly. “He said I looked like a man.”

“Asshole.”

After BamBam was declared the winner, the party commenced once more.

Jannine put on a yellow and purple striped party hat. “Can I get a—“ Jannine paused her words, leaning forward on the bar. “Wait, alcohol is being served here?”

The “bartender” put a finger to his lip and smiled mischievously. “Shh.”

Jannine shrugged. “Can I get a Pilsner?”

The server gave her an incredulous look. “That’s a German drink.”

Blushing, she said, “Actually, I’ll just take a Singha.”

“Hey,” She then said to the server. “Do you happen to know of a Kunpimook here?”

The server raised a brow. “There’s quite a few Kunpimooks,” He said. “What’s the last name?”

“Crap,” Jannine said tapping the bar with her finger. “I forgot. It’s coming to me.”

It was in his first letter to Sifa.

“Minhyuk, can you get me a Cubalibre?”

“Ne, Bam. Sure thing.”

Jannine didn’t even have to see who it was. She needed to move the furthest way from him as possible. Just because she thought he was a great dancer didn’t mean she forgot what he did in the cafeteria. Taking her can of beer, she got up from the bar stool and went to go look for her friend.

The last she heard from PunPun was something about needing to clear things up about a date with Krist.

“Hey!”

Jannine stopped walking and turned around. It was Ten.

He walked up to her with a facial expression of indifference. His shirt was still stained, but he didn’t necessarily have much dignity left after losing the dance battle.

She gave him a curious look with underlying suspicion. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

He then walked off without a word.

•••

“PunPun,” Jannine muttered. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

She was on her second and a half can of beer. For the most part she was holding up quite well, but she wanted to rest her head temporarily.

“Hey Blue Hair.”

Jannine opened her eyes and saw the guy who she threw noodles at the back of his undercut. Unlike the last few times, he wasn’t giving her a look of utter annoyance or irritation. He was just a normal guy with no care in the world.

Yet, she rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed her drink off the table clumsily.

He looked at the drink he held in his hand and took a small sip. He then took a seat next to her. He wasn’t too close to her, nor were their bodies touching. Really, they were just sitting in two separate chairs respectively.

Jannine rested her eyes again.

“You shouldn’t do that at a mixer.”

She opened her eyes again.

BamBam wasn’t looking at her.

“Do what?” She asked. “I’m just resting my eyes.”

“…”

“…”

She eventually finished her second can of beer, and reached for the 3rd can that she’d gotten when getting the 2nd.

“You seem like a lightweight,” BamBam commented as he took a sip of his Cubalibre. “That should be your last drink.”

Jannine sipped on the drink, already a giggling mess. She rested her elbow on the arm of the couch it leaned against. “You can dance,” She slurred. “Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

BamBam rested the drink glass in his hand. He took a swig of it before happily replying, “Much of it was self-taught. But my siblings and I fed off from each other. Yet, I really attribute my brothers.”

Jannine nodded, her cheeks flushed. “You know, you’re actually cool.”

“Your blue hair is cool.”

She laughed. “Really? You got to thank all the girls from the dorm.”

“You’re friends with them already?”

Jannine gave him a deadpan look. “Puh-leez, they put blue dye in the shampoo bottle I was using.”

BamBam laughed. “I never got your name.”

“Oh, yeah,” She said taking a sip of her Singha. “It’s Jannine.”

“Oh?”

She nudged him playfully. “Were you expecting something different?” She asked.

“No,” He said with a laugh. “…I can’t figure you out.”

“Figure me out?” She said. “What’s there to figure out?”

“Are you from Thailand?” He asked. “You don’t seem like someone whose lived in the kingdom your whole life.”

Jannine sat up and sobered. “Getting a little too personal there, you think?”

He shrugged. “You can take it whichever way you want. You’re the last minute transfer.”

She took a sip from her can of beer. “I wasn’t born here.” She took another sip. “But I’m still just as Thai as you are.”

He snorted. “I never said you weren’t.”

“I’m going to go get me another beer,” She declared.

“You aren’t even finished with the one in your hand.”

“Leave me alone.”

Jannine then walked back to the bar.

After Minhyuk was done handing out drinks to other peers, he came back to her with a grin on his face. “What can I get you?”

She smiled back with a laugh. “Another one of these,” She said pointing at the beer in her hand. “And a ticket home.”

She looked back at where she sat to still see if BamBam was there.

He was.

He was finishing of his Cubalibre, chatting with a guy and a girl.

•••

Jannine sat up in bed, reaching for her phone on the night stand. But she didn’t feel the nightstand, and the pillow didn’t feel like her pillow. Now that she was coming back to her senses, the smell of the pillow was a bit heavy on cologne.

Therefore, she sat up rod straight and looked at her “pillow”. It was Campus King BamBam. Or as she commonly referred to him as, Xi Ngo (Dumbass).

He was still in his clothes from last night, as well as her.

Yet, instead of mulling over that for too long a sharp pain in her head hit all at once. “Urgh,” She groaned. “I think I’m sick.”

Nausea hit her, and she ran to the trash can and barfed. “I hate my life” she groaned as she threw up again.

She felt disgusting as she hugged the trashcan. She settled into the corner of the room. Temporarily unaware of her surroundings. Then she heard a groan coming from where she laid awhile ago.

“Xi Ngo!” She said loudly. “This is all your fault!”

BamBam rubbed his temples, but he didn’t look like he was going to puke anytime soon. Instead, he rolled his eyes, stood up, walked over to his dresser, and took a medicine bottle off of it.

He walked over to Jannine, and put his fingers to his nostrils, so he wouldn’t smell her throw up. “Here.” She took the B6 vitamin from him. “I’ll go get you some water.”

He walked to the door that lead to the hallway. He opened the door, walked out, and closed it.

“Why isn’t he sick?“ She said to herself. “He probably got me drunk on purpose. This is so humiliating.”

She closed her eyes, and for awhile she even dozed off. Until someone was shaking her awake.

“Huh?”

BamBam handed her a bottle of water. “Drink up and take the vitamin.”

He then took the trashcan away from her, and walked out the room again.

She put the B6 on her tongue, unscrewed the top of the water bottle, took a sip, and the vitamin went down. It hurt to even swallow because of the headache.

She eventually stood up and walked over to the bed to retrieve her phone.

It was right after 6 am, and classes started in one hour.

Dammit.

The feeling of nausea hit her again, and before she could puke once more, BamBam was back at her side with the trashcan.

•••

Part 3