The Night Changes

Pest

3rd POV

Arthit barely made it to class on time because he wasn't ready to wake up at five in the morning. All his friends had to call him several times for him to fully immerse himself on this day.

Arthit's stomach rumbles as he reach the front gate. Forgetting to take breakfast had become a bad habit since five months ago. It's not like Arthit is trying to drain himself, but what can a person really do if they're brokenhearted?

"Alright, find yourself a seat," Their instructor said and Arthit is very much obedient to do so. "I need not your words to introduce yourself, but your actions. So, if you wish to pass my subject, better be prepared for what's coming."

That simple line has Arthit's knees shaking. He's already on the third hear of college life, yet he's still much afraid of moments like this.

As they open their books to chapter one, Arthit decided to take a quick glance of the room.

The classroom is spacious enough to fit over fifty students, but based on his brief counting, there are only twenty of them.

Were they not twenty-one in the masterlist?

"Khun, I'm sorry I'm late," all their attention direct towards the guy in a white polo, looking like his soul was drenched out of his body.

Arthit eyes him from head to toe, as if wondering how the hell does someone have the courage to be late at the first day of university?

"And you are?" The instructor asks and everyone could only whisper.

"Pisaeng Thongdi khap."

"Care to explain as to why you are arriving ten minutes late?"

As the guy begins to explain, Arthit can't help but to be mesmerized at the fancy brands he was wearing. He was then sure that the guy is from a wealthy family who does not need anyone's approval on anything.

"Your friend having their birthday is not an excuse for you to arrive late. Even if your family owns half of the campus, you still must comply to the rules, understood?"

Arthit smirks, he's right on the thought that the guy is spoiled.

"Sit beside Mr. Rojnapat, hurry!"

Arthit pretends to focus on the book sitting on his table as Pisaeng approaches the empty seat beside him.

An unusual smell lingers to his nose, causing Arthit to sneeze lightly.

"Tissue?"

A hand reached for his face.

Arthit shakes his head and didn't bother spending a second looking at his new classmate's face.

"Sawadee, I'm Pisaeng," the guy offers a handshake, but Arthit is too kind to focus on the professor. "Not friendly, I suppose?"

With that, Arthit sharpens his eyes and glares at Pisaeng. "Can you be quiet? I'm trying to study."

Pisaeng chuckles and ruffles Arthit's bouncy hair while the instructor is busy writing on the board. Arthit immediately slaps the hand away.

"A cute monster, I see," Pisaeng comments. "It's nice meeting you Arthit."

"How did you know my first name?"

"Your name is just above mine on the list, can't help but to admire how cute yours is," Pisaeng replies with a hint of grin. "Pi-Arthit sounds cute, eh?"

The boiling blood Arthit was having just a second ago, suddenly turns to a calm state upon hearing the name. His features relaxes as he covers himself with the opened book.

"Did I say something wrong?" Pisaeng asks softly as he notices the sudden change of Arthit's mood.

P'Arthit khap

"Nothing, just be quiet!" Arthit whispers, a little loudly.

Pisaeng raises both hands in defeat. "Sorry."

Arthit sighs.

He can not be always affected with the little-est things that reminds him of Kongpob.

The supposedly start of a friendship has been spoiled because of his inability to get a grasp of his cool.

"Don't be," Arthit says, looking at the other's eyes. "It's good meeting you, too."

Pisaeng then gives a smile that sends a familiar rush of adrenaline to his veins.

Arthit blinks away to snap out of the conversation.

••••••••••••••••

"Lunch?" The same annoying guy asks.

"I'm good eating alone," Arthit replies and buries his face.

He doesn't feel like eating with anyone at the first day of classes, more so with someone who's seemingly bringing a different ray of light.

"Well, I'm not." Pisaeng takes the available space beside him. "Let's eat together."

"Whatever," Arthit only wanted to eat his omelette rice in peace. Heck, he was starving since this morning.

Arthit takes a quick look over the other's bento box and he almost felt so little seeing the caviar and steak.

"Do you want some of my Wagyu? I cooked it myself!" With the use of chopsticks, Pisaeng offers a huge bite.

As expected, Arthit refrains from opening his mouth.

Arthit doesn't understand why a random guy is acting like a pest at the very first day of classes.

He wants this Pisaeng guy to just vanish!

"I'm staying here," Pisaeng breaks the silence. "Whatever you do or say, I'm staying."

"But that's the complete opposite of what I want!"

"Then deal with it." Pisaeng smiles. "For a muscular guy like me, you're the only one to reject me, ouch."

"That's because you're nosy and you don't respect people's personal space."

Arthit doesn't give a care if he may sound mean for a guy he just met. He's going through a difficult time and he made it clear that he doesn't like this Pisaeng guy's appearance one bit.

With dull eyes, Arthit looks at the guy beside him who seems to have been taken aback from his words.

Did I hurt him with what I said? Arthit thinks.

"You're right," Pisaeng states. "I'm too nosy for a guy like you."

Arthit internally nods.

"But you know what? I won't stop pestering around you."