SOTUS: SevenTeen Again

SevenTeen Again (1)

10 days later, Arthit  was still hospitalized in a private patient room.

Arthit heard a knock at the door. It could not be his mother. She had already come back home after leaving some comic books to him.

"Come in."

A man in a fine suit walked in with perfect posture. 'Oh, shit! Why is he coming earlier today?',   Arthit's heart lost its beat for a second in sudden surprise. 

"My mom.....already....back home."

 This 28-year-old man had visited Arthit every night since he woke up in this hospital.  

"I came here to see you."

He told Arthit straight with steady eyes. 

"Don't waste your time on me.....after all....I can't remember you....sir."

"Put your recovery first."

He spoke shortly and concisely. Kong, Kongpob, Mr. Sutthirak. He was kind to Arthit's parents and had good manners. Arthit's mom treated him as if he were her own son.  He looked so competent and serious-minded that Arthit rather felt awkward and uncomfortable with him.

".......This private room should be very expensive."

"You don't need to worry about the money."

His mom said this man was not only his university junior but also very precious man in private. Listening to her talking about him, Arthit got unexplained goose bumps. He couldn't ask her what the 'very precious man in private' meant.

"I don't want to be a burden to my parents......and you."

"No, not at all."

Too clear, his words got on Arthit's nerves. Arthit stared at his left  hand. This man wore a simple platinum ring on his ring finger. He would be a married man, or at least have a lover. 

Then, 

'Why does he come over here every night? Why?' 'What relationship did I have with this man?' 'Why does he look at me like that? so weird! ' 

Though he had a lot of questions inside him, his instincts warned Arthit not to ask this man about them.  

"Sir, Did you pay for this room? Wha..... What do you want from me?"

"Your well-being. That's all." 

As he looked so determined,  Arthit couldn't talk back to him any more. The man named Kongpob put some underwear in the closet which must be Arthit's.

'Why did he bring my private things all the time?  What the fuck!'

This man, referred to as his university junior, did not exist in Arthit's memories at all.  Most of all, he couldn't remember his entering university itself and even the fact that he already graduated from university. Everything inside him was totally messed up. In his very last memories, the seventeen-year-old Arthit went to a pc room and played on-line games with his friends such as Namtarn, Jay and two more classmates right before the car accident.

'Neither my friends nor I am like him. Are there lots of people like him in university, unlike high school?'

His too good looks, which apparently set him apart from ordinary people, also played a part in Arthit's uneasy feeling. For his entire 17-year life, he was quite possibly the best-looking man ever like a Prince Charming on TV.

".......Oon.",  The moment a deep  voice called his name,  Arthit felt his heart leaping into his mouth.

"We are not that close. It's weird.",   Arthit lowered his head, avoiding the man's gaze.