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(Chat from Khaotung's POV)
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Khaotung switched his phone off grumpily. He didn't want to see those pictures, as the evidence of his boyfriend's infidelity sent a sour taste to his mouth. He wanted to ignore it so badly, maybe ignoring it would make it go away,
It didn't help his situation when First finally came back from work, and acted as if nothing happened, hugging Khao from behind while muttering missyou between soft kisses placed to the shorter man's neck.
"Wait...stop...I can't do this."
First frowned a little when Khao pulled away from his hug and pushed his arms away with a sigh.
"We need to talk."
"Babe..." First sighed. "Do we need to? You're back home now, I missed you-"
"Missed me like this?" Khao pulled down First's neckline and touched his fingers to the hickey. "I guess you didn't miss me that much. I'm just...tired. Of all of this. First, what do you want? Seriously. I feel like nothing I ever do for you is enough. I pay for everything, I do everything around the apartment, I do anything you want in bed, but you still go to someone else. Why? What does he have that I don't?"
"Nothing!" First groaned. "Nothing at all. And he doesn't want anything from me! He just takes me as I am. He doesn't make me feel inadequate, with you I always feel like I can't measure up at all!"
"What?" Khao's heart sunk.
"Let's face it Khao, you really are...too much. You come from a rich family, your job pays triple to what mine does, I can't even pay my own tuition. You drive a pricy vintage car, you are amazing, and I'm just-"
"So this is all my fault?" Khao sighed. "Because I'm so amazing you had to hurt me? Hurt us? Fuck, what's worse is that you don't feel any remorse at all. Even if I beg you not to cheat on me, you still do it."
"Why don't we just...open our relationship a little?" First reached for his hand. "I don't want to lose you."
Slap. Khao's hand left a red imprint on First's cheek and he could feel his eyes watering. "You...damn it. And to think I felt guilty for doing the same thing." Khao pushed him again. "In the bed, under the shower, on the floor, against a wall, he fucked me everywhere, over and over again, until I couldn't walk, couldn't breathe, couldn't think of anything else. But guess what? Unlike you, I felt so sick to my stomach when I realised what I've done. I thought maybe, for one second, you would feel like shit, and come back to me, and we could forget this whole thing, recover from it even. And you just... won't. Open our relationship?" He scoffed, his voice cracking. "Seriously? Fuck you! Go to him! Pack up your shit and leave! We're over!"
"Khao-"
"Leave!"
Tears that filled Khaotung's eyes has finally run over, streaming down his cheeks, and he felt to his knees, covering his face and sobbing, even as he heard the front door slam shut. What a fuck up that was.
