Beautiful Losers.❤️(DISCONTINUED)

1.

❤️.

What the hell was that, He was friends with Phuak, fong and Ohm for years and he should have known better when...

Fong of all ,  spoke up to tell him to come and take him somewhere, especially since they were at the faculty what they had shown him.

He didn't even react when Phuak offered him to take his phone because he must have been exhausted from carrying it, he just accepted, he didn't care.

It's true that he was not in great shape this week, he had rejected Sarawat's feelings, had told him that they couldn't even remain friends anymore, that they had to ignore each other and had even given him back his guitar.

He had never seen such a sad glow in the beta's eyes, he was deeply wounded and it was Tine who caused that look.
Shit, he didn't like to see Sarawat sad, he liked to see him smiling and talking nonsense.
But not like this.

But he just didn't know how to handle things, he thought he was straight and not attracted to this sublime musician, he thought he was lucky not to feel any alpha instincts until now he considered himself a beta, but Sarawat was bringing out all his alpha instincts which he avoided.

Possessiveness, the urge to claim him, my god it was too confusing for him, Sarawat had triggered everything that Tine was trying to drown in Him.

Shit how many times he had to hold back not to bite the long and desirable white neck of Sarawat and that day when he was with Earn he wanted so much to go into that cafe and scented Sarawat and claim it on the spot to make it his own, shit...

So yes he was too preoccupied to think about what his friends had planned for him.

When he found himself in front of the janitor's office ,Ohm holding the door open, he frowned with incomprehension before he was pushed in and the door closed behind him. He heard the sound of a closed lock.

He walked in front of the door and tried to open it but in vain the handle did not move and knocked on it.

Tine:Hey ...open the door.

Fong:If we locked you in, it's not to let you out directly, it's too easy.

Tine: What are you guys playing at?

Ohm:Don't worry, let us do it.

Phuak:make yourself at home rest you well we go there

Tine:What?

He knocked on the door, he heard the footsteps going away, he looked in his pocket and ...shit!

Phuak:Let me hold your phone Tine, it must be heavy.

Damn he was made to have it like a rookie, he knew and rubbed shoulders with his friends in the daily papers how he had not seen it coming, especially Phuak, Ohm and Fong! they have absurd ideas at the second!

And that's how he fell into the most predictable trap of the history, he looked at the ceiling and had a flash of genius, great a ventilation plate he could sneak through there like in the movies.

Except that your no maps, no plan, you might get lost and ...No it's just a bad idea.

Tine:Yeah bad idea.

But why wasn't there a window in the damn concierge's office? And since when was there a concert hall he had never seen this room before and how did everybody else know about it.

He shook his head

Tine:Concentrate Tine it's not the time to scatter

There was no way out, he could knock on the door until a person received the alert, yes, but no.