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“fuiyoo, smart betul!”
“mana kau dapat ni, weh? gila cantik!”
“gempak siot keem.”
hakeem rubbed his nose, trying hard to hide his large cocky grin as he watched his friends coo and admire the newly bought item (he smuggled it). he put his hands on his hips and striked a pose. “eh, come on la. ni hakeem kot.”
laughter filled the room.
“apa yang sakan sangat ni?” a new voice appeared, making hakeem jolt and the others' faces dropped drastically. kahar’s not in a good mood that day, dealing with him would be very difficult. and no one wants to deal with a bad mood kahar. one wrong move and it’s like accidentally stepping on a landmine.
they all cleared their throats and chose to make their way out of the room, leaving hakeem behind to explain. as always.
“eh, kahaaaaaaar. . . .” he turned to face the latter, a sheepish grin permanent on his lips. mentally, hakeem is sweating profusely. especially when kahar looked so serious standing in front of him. the latter was basically towering over hakeem, and it made him feel his stomach sink.
kahar shot hakeem a confused look, still waiting for an answer. he watches the latter squirm underneath his presence, and that could only mean one thing. immediately, he put his hands on the sides of hakeem’s waist and moved him aside. hakeem let out a yelp to protest but it was too late.
a skateboard.
hakeem brought (smuggled) a skateboard to school.
kahar’s never been so confused before. even discovering his sexuality wasn’t as confusing as this piece of wood with wheels in front of him. and why is it pink? he’s questioning hakeem’s taste in everything.
“kejap, aku boleh explain!”
frantically, the latter tried his best to come up with a logical explanation. however it sounded more and more absurd as he noticed kahar’s eyes boring into his. then, hakeem gave up entirely. he sighed and puckered his lips. “okay, fine. aku nak jadi budak skater.”
kahar could feel his blood vessels pop.
if it wasn’t for his feelings towards the latter, he would’ve beat the shit out of hakeem with the skateboard.
kahar pinched the bridge of his nose, forehead forming a wrinkle. he’s already very stressed; he feels like he’s flunked his SPM trials and knowing his father, this wouldn’t end well. in kahar’s behalf, obviously. then, an idea hit him.
“keem, kau nak jadi budak skater, kan?” upon hearing that question, hakeem gave kahar an eager nod. he watched as the latter stood up with his skateboard, a shit-eating grin not leaving kahar’s lips. now, hakeem is confused.
“jom kita rasmi.”
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hakeem fell, again. this was his fourth attempt at balancing himself. kahar is now stressed.
“budak skater, konon. nak balance pun tak tahu.”
kahar nagged and gave the latter his side eye. he’s currently holding the latter on the waist, trying to help him regain his composure. hakeem stood on top of the board, hands gripping kahar’s broad shoulders, holding for support. for once in his life, he’s the same height as his kapla.
hakeem took a sharp intake of breath, hiding his rosy cheeks. his heart was thumping loudly, so loud hakeem could practically feel it jump out and play on the skateboard itself.
“ala, aku nak cuba try test je.”
he groaned and gripped kahar’s shoulder tighter. the evening was oddly chilly that day. no one was outside right now, leaving them both in their own world. kahar rolled his eyes to reiterate but deep down, he doesn’t want hakeem to hurt himself from falling off a lot.
the latter was visibly shaken on it, trying his best to balance himself. kahar decided to take a step as well, completely throwing hakeem off guard. “jangan gelabah, keem.”
the latter obliged, letting kahar adjust to fit himself on the skateboard too. he shifted to the side a bit, initially pulling hakeem closer by his waist to meet with his waist. now, they’re standing chest to chest, and hakeem is afraid kahar would hear how loud his heartbeat was roaring. little did he know, the latter is thinking the same thing.
“try balance je dulu.”
hakeem buried his face on the crook of kahar’s neck, his grip on the latter’s shoulder loosening. “kalau aku jatuh macam mana?” the tip of his ears are now bright red. he wanted to avoid meeting the kapla’s eyes.
he felt a low vibration coming with a chuckle. kahar steadied his hands on hakeem’s waist, this time tighter. he never intended to leave the other hanging. also, the latter’s waist was really nice to touch. it fascinates kahar due to how slim and dainty it is. maybe he has developed an obsession with holding hakeem’s waist.
“aku tangkap la kau, sumpah.”
hakeem held those words true.