Second lead 》

chapter 17

Type walked outside the door, feeling the cold air hit his face, and he suddenly felt a little less suffocated

Did he actually lose? Was it all about who won and who lost? Will there ever, be someone, who cared about how he felt? And not what he lost or won?

He stuffed the envelope into his pocket, looking up at the sky, feeling tired by the conversation he just had with john

And above everything, the sight of kongpob sitting with arthit and his mother, laughing and discussing, probably getting to know each other better

Arthit really had all he wanted, everything while all type had in his share was sorrow, how fair it was

"Am I really leaving?" Type whispered to himself
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"That was cool" kongpob commented

"Told you that it would be" arthit replied grinning

"Your mother, she is pretty fun" kongpob said with a faint smile

Arthit nodded at him, pulling him closer by his waist, into a hug

"Are you fine going back alone? Want me to drop you off?" Arthit asked

"It's fine, you would get pretty late by then" kongpob replied, smiling peacefully

"As you wish" arthit said, letting go

Kongpob pressed his lips onto arthits before waving him a goodbye, as he walked away

Arthit watched him leave with a satisfied smile before he marched back in, he needed a talk, with his father

"Dad?" Arthit called out

"Yes son?" John asked back

"Why was type here?" Arthit asked

John's face visibly fell, he wasn't expecting arthit to find out, but since he already had, there was no turning back

"To take an advice" john replied

Arthit face scrunched in confusion as he raised an eyebrow at his father, waiting for him to continue

"I helped him Arthit, saved him and his mother from that abusive man they live with" john explained

"It would have been better if you would have saved them from us too" arthit whispered to himself before walking off to his room

John watched his retreating back, letting out a sigh, he glanced over at loona who was not worried for a single penny
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Kongpob walked down the lane, towards his house when he found type standing at a distance, as if waiting for someone

"Type!" Kongpob called with a wave

Type immediately looked up at him and smiled, it was so natural for him

"Waiting for someone?" Kongpob asked

"Yes actually" type replied, his hands in his pocket

"Whom?" Kongpob asked teasingly

"Someone I really need, someone I really love, someone who I wish needed me too and loved me too" type replied

Kongpob's smile dropped, his eyes slightly glistened at types expression, he looked vulnerable

"Do you think it's fair? Me and arthit, grew up in the very same house, but somehow have such different fates, he gets everything he wants and whereas I, I'm always standing at a distance from the things I want" type mumbled, biting his lower lip

Kongpob parted his lips to reply, but fell silent, what was he to say?

"And you know what makes it worse? Knowing that he deserves it, he is perfect, in all ways, even though he treated me as bad as his parents, the fact that he realised it all was enough to show his consideration, and i cant help but get mad at myself" type said with a sad chuckle

"You don't deserve any of this, type" kongpob replied

"Then why can't you just see me? Am I invisible to you? For once, can you not just try to see me?" Type asked, his voice laced with desperation

Kongpob's gaze fell to the ground, he couldn't, he loved arthit, nothing was changing that

"How does it happen?" Type asked

Kongpob looked up at him, confused by the sudden question

"When you look at that one person and just know it in your heart that this is it, it's him, it's him or no one else, how are are you so sure even though you haven't known him for more than three months? How does it happen? How do you feel so damn comfortable in his presence that it makes you want to never leave, and how does it happen that this specific person seems to be the one who doesn't return your feelings?" Type's voice came out as a mere whisper

Kongpobs eyes had filled with tears as he held onto type's arm waiting to make him feel any better

Type looked up at the sky, holding back his tears, chuckling sadly before scrunching up his nose

"Ah! I was here to ask for the second date, looks like we had a therapy session" type chuckled

"Type.." kongpob mumbled

"Anyways, lets stop it here, I won't call you for anymore dates" type said

"Are you going somewhere? Kongpob asked

"Am I?" Type chuckled softly

Kongpob didn't reply, was type actually leaving?

"As of now, just know that he won" type replied

"What are you.." kongpobs voice trailled off

"I'm setting you free kongpob, I, Type Thitiwat, I am letting go of you, so don't ever come back, i wouldn't be able to do it twice" type replied

I purple you 💜