Self Rival • Completed

xx. the kiss pt. 2

"Arthit's really in love with Kong, isn't he?"

Kongpob squinted his eyes at Arthit shivering but still patiently waiting for Kong under the rain two hours after Kongpob left him. Kongpob gritted his teeth. Arthit's seriously hurting himself and enduring his hunger and exhaustion just for Kong? 

Kongpob groaned in irritation. Kong has that tight grip on Arthit because he acted all cute and shy? He should've acted all that the first time they met if only he knew Arthit loves those kinds of people. How the fuck is that even possible? How the hell did Arthit fall in love with Kong?

Mr. Khan looked at Arthit in worry. "I'm taking back my suggestion. Stop hurting Arthit. He didn't deserve this. I think Kong should appear now. Let Arthit see him."

"No, Arthit has to learn."

"Learn what?"

"That Kong simply doesn't exist. He needs to stop depending on that nerd. Arthit won't be happy with him."

"Whatever you say."

But 30 minutes more, with the rain still pouring hard and Arthit still waiting, with his eyes closed and leaning on the shed's pole, Kongpob sighed out loud. "Fuck this."

"Loong, give me an umbrella."

Kongpob went outside and walked up to Arthit, who, Kongpob realized, was already sleeping. "Arthit?" Kongpob softly patted the guy's cheeks but the guy was deep in his sleep.  

He sighed and helped Arthit up but with the umbrella and Arthit's heavy weight, Kongpob couldn't find the right angle. So, Kongpob placed the umbrella down, not minding that his expensive suit he was worried about earlier, now soaked under the rain. He then carried Arthit towards the car. 

Mr. Khan gave them both towels and Kong's clothes to wrap around Arthit's shivering figure. Arthit slowly relaxed when he felt Kong's clothes around him. 

"Don't do this to Arthit again," Mr. Khan said in worry, frowning at Arthit's state while his master was busy drying Arthit. 

Kongpob didn't respond, focused on attending to Arthit, mentally berating himself for inflicting this pain on Arthit.

Once Arthit didn't look like a wet dog anymore, Kongpob sat beside Arthit and wound his arm around him, moving Arthit's head to lean on his shoulder to support him.

"Let's get him home."

"Your home?"

"Where else?"

Kongpob smiled when Arthit's moved closer towards him. Kongpob began to caress the guy's cheek but he stopped when Arthit muttered. "Kong..."

Kongpob loosened his arm around Arthit's waist and looked outside, silently questioning every decision he made up to this point. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do to get out of this unscathed. 

Mr. Khan looked at his master in worry. All years in Kongpob's life were about pressuring. He's always expected to be the best successor of his father. Kongpob was never happy despite the wealth he had but now that he was given a chance to be happy, Kongpob still had to fight for it. He couldn't have it because the guy he likes loves someone else. His pretend persona.

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Arthit woke up in a big fully furnished room, donned with expensive furniture from the best existing materials. Obviously, it's not his. Arthit's eyes widened, but he sighed in relief when he saw he was still fully clothed. Although the clothes were different from last night, Arthit didn't feel anything different with his body, so all was fine.