Emotions

17

Khaotung sat beside crying First.

Khaotung was high but still managed to say goodbye to his fuck up friends that already left earlier after what they did to First.

First getting assaulted again wasn't Khaotung plan and he didn't expect that he will get aroused watching First use by his friends again. Khaotung didn't expect it to happen and yet it still happened.

Khaotung quickly leaned his head to First shoulder. First was still sobbing mumbling incoherent words that Khaotung didn't understand maybe that was the effect of being fuck by multiple guys in one day. First was trembling too making Khaotung to feel more guilty.

"Let's order pizza and ice cream. You want ice cream First?" Khaotung asked as he quickly grabbed his phone just to order beside he was hungry too and he knows First was hungry.

"I-i don't want to eat. I want to go home." First muttered under his breath, eyes still looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with Khaotung.

Khaotung quirked a brow from First. He was mad how dare First give him a damn attitude.

"What the fuck did you say? You don't want to eat." Khaotung asked, grabbing the younger's wrist before pushing him back against the cold floor. "You will not going home okay! You stay here with me. Provoke me one more time First and i promise you I'll send the videos of you to your parents and spread it to our school. Let's see what will gonna happen to your life." Khaotung said, but this time, his voice sounded a little harsher.

"s-sorry.." First let out softly.

Khaotung gripped First right wrist harder, sure to leave red handprints on them when he frees his grip. He leaned closer to First, face inches away from the younger.

Before Khaotung could say his warning, First hissed in pain, begging the older to let go of his wrist as tears streamed down his bruised cheeks.

"K-khao it hurts.. please let go." First pleaded and it was obvious that he was tired because of too much beatings he received today.

But Khaotung swore he didn't grab First wrist that hard. He barely used his strength. He didn't show it, but he got worried when First started crying again.

It was normal for them to get into arguments like this, and Khaotung grabbing First wrist was nothing new. He has never seen First easily cry because of that.

"Why the fuck are you crying again!" Khaotung asked again, while giving him a piercing stare and his hands still on the younger's wrist.

"n-nothing."

Khaotung quickly freed First wrist as he watched the younger run into the bathroom. Then he looked back at his own hands and saw blood.

He panicked and quickly rushed into the bathroom where he saw the younger crying while washing away the blood from his wrist.

Khaotung was right First was cutting himself again.