Because of you

Chapter 1

Kongpob, a 19-year-old with a strong sense of justice, couldn't stand idly by when something unjust happened. He always spoke up, often positioning himself as a hero, helping others whenever he could. His past was a mystery to everyone but himself. He lived alone, receiving money in his bank account every month from an unknown source. Despite the secrecy surrounding his life, Kongpob lived happily and without worry.

He had been accepted into the engineering faculty at XXX University, and today was the first day of his new academic journey.

“What a beautiful day,” Kongpob mused as he walked toward the main hall for registration. Distracted by the surroundings, he accidentally bumped into someone and was startled.

"Hey, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” Kongpob apologized.

“It’s alright, my fault too. Are you a freshman?” the stranger asked.

“Yes, I am. And you…?”

“Same here. Are you headed to the main hall?”

“Yeah, let’s go together.”

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aim."

"Nice to meet you, I’m Kongpob. You can call me Kong."

With that, Kongpob made his first friend. The two walked to the main hall together, registered, and soon after, joined the other freshmen in a gathering hall where sophomores led them in chants and dances. It was a lighthearted atmosphere, and Kongpob quickly befriended others, including Tew, Wad, and Oak.

Suddenly, the main doors swung open, and the room fell silent. A group of upperclassmen entered and introduced themselves.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m Arthit Rajpport, a third-year student and the head hazer this year. I’m responsible for all of you. You will need to follow our rules…” Arthit continued, laying out the expectations and guidelines for freshmen. At the end of his speech, he announced their first task.

Kongpob's eyes narrowed at Arthit. He couldn’t believe the task: "One week to collect 1,000 signatures from seniors? What is he thinking?" Without hesitation, Kongpob raised his hand and started to question Arthit, arguing about the absurdity of the task. Arthit, visibly irritated, tried to shut down the discussion, but Kongpob’s strong-willed nature wouldn’t allow him to back down.

After the heated exchange, the third-years left, and the students began to whisper among themselves about the tension between Kongpob and Arthit. As Kongpob started collecting signatures, he naturally offered to help Aim with his. Arthit, watching from afar, became more annoyed. He confronted Kongpob, asking if he wanted his signature, but only on one condition: do exactly as he said.

Kongpob, never one to shy away from a challenge, agreed. Though initially startled by the task, Kongpob did as Arthit asked and boldly shouted, “I like men!” Three times in front of the students. However, rather than stopping there, he approached Arthit directly and, in front of everyone, loudly asked, "Would you like to go out with me?"

The room erupted in whispers, and Arthit, humiliated and enraged, lunged at Kongpob, ready to punch him. His friends managed to pull him away just in time, but the animosity between the two only grew.

From then on, every gathering between freshmen and hazers turned into a battleground of words between Arthit and Kongpob. Arthit grew increasingly frustrated, and it became a hot topic among the students.

One day, during a gathering, Arthit explained the significance of the gear, a symbol of unity and pride for the engineering students. After his explanation, he approached Kongpob, eyes blazing.

“If I don’t give you this gear, what will you do?” Arthit challenged.

Kongpob met his gaze and, after a pause, calmly replied, “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll steal it.”

Arthit smirked, but before he could turn away, Kongpob added, “And I’ll take you as my wife. They say if your lover owns something, it becomes yours too. So if I take you as my wife, your gear will belong to me.”

Arthit’s face twisted in fury. He grabbed Kongpob by the collar, ready to punch him again, but once more, his friends intervened, dragging him away. The incident only fueled more gossip, spreading quickly among the students.

Later that night, Arthit couldn’t shake the humiliation. He walked around the deserted campus with a pink milk in hand, his favourite drink, replaying the events over and over in his mind. Kongpob’s audacity infuriated him. He was determined to teach Kongpob a lesson, something that would make him regret challenging him.

Meanwhile, Kongpob and his friends had stayed late in the library working on assignments, unaware that night had already fallen. As they wrapped up, Tew suggested going for drinks. Everyone agreed, but Kongpob still wore his gathering t-shirt, so he headed to the restroom to change.

As Kongpob unbuttoned his shirt, Arthit, who had spotted him earlier, decided to act. Anger boiling over, Arthit waited until Kongpob was alone before slipping into the restroom and locking the door behind him.

Kongpob, oblivious, was startled when Arthit suddenly appeared, furious. Before Kongpob could react, Arthit grabbed his tie, pulling it near the sink, and quickly tied his hands tightly together. Everything happened so fast that Kongpob barely had time to process it.

When he tried to shout, Arthit shoved some cloth into his mouth, dragging him into one of the stalls and locking the door behind them.

Kongpob couldn't comprehend what was about to unfold. All he could see was Arthit’s furious and fierce expression, his eyes burning with an almost murderous intensity.

Before Kongpob could react, Arthit grabbed his shirt and, with one swift motion, tore it apart. Leaning in close, Arthit whispered coldly into Kongpob's ear, "Let's see who’s really going to be the wife."

Kongpob’s eyes widened in shock as the horrifying realization dawned on him. He understood in that moment what Arthit intended to do, and an icy chill coursed through his body.

Arthit smirked at the sight of Kongpob’s fearful, wide-eyed expression and his trembling body. Slowly, with deliberate intent, Arthit’s hand moved toward Kongpob’s bare skin.

To be continued...

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