SOTUS: SevenTeen Again

SevenTeen Again (3)

Two days away from Christmas

It was a busy Monday as usual. Lots of work had piled up around the office, which drove the staff including Kongpob out of their minds. Kongpob had attended incessant meetings when mom texted him that Arthit had the brain check-up this morning. 'Sorry, urgent call.', he mouthed towards the others and went outside the office. With a firm grip on the phone, he called her clearing his throat.

"Mom....How was his check-up?"

<They said it was Okay.>

"He lost his memories, How can it be okay!"

<..........Dear, Calm down. it's a matter of time before he gets his memories back.>

"........Sorry......I didn't mean to be upset."

<Kong, never mind. Well, Ai'Oon had his casts removed. You want to see him?>

"...................."

<Kong?>

".........I've been busy today."

<Alright, Kong.....Ai'Oon....is getting better, don' worry.>

"I've got to go, mom. Take care please."

On hanging up the phone, Kong was desperately craving for cigarettes. It had been over nine years since he smoked last. He quit smoking, not for himself but only for Arthit. At this very moment, he missed him like crazy, but he knew Ai'Oon wouldn't want to see him. 

Aim said to him on the day Arthit left the hospital.

"On the way home, P'Arthit kept asking his mother to let him meet his friends and Nam...?"

"Namtarn"

"Yes, Namtarn. "

"......You know already. he is not the same P'Arthit he used to be."

Kongpob disguised himself as if he wasn't affected by what Aim said. However, there had been no way to fix his broken heart since then. "Sh-it, tired." He roughly rubbed his face and flopped down on the spot, leaning back against the wall for a while."Manager, Kong? Are you Ok? Could you come back ?",  If his subordinate didn't call him back, he would explode, unable to end his inner woes.  

" We need you to look over the papers, sir."

"Ah.....I'll be back soon.", Kongpob collected himself and came back to the meeting again. 

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Late Afternoon That Day

Arthit stole a peek at his mom cooking in the kitchen. He toe walked to the front door, wearing his school uniform when his mom was engrossed in cooking. On getting out,  he hurried his steps and flagged a taxi.  

"Please go to  $$$ street near XXX high school."

".........Okay.....well....are you.....a student.......high school....?", The driver turned to Arthit with a bit puzzled look.

"............Please, hurry......", said Arthit awkwardly looking outside. 'Do I look strange that much? ', He grabbed tightly the tail of his worn uniform shirt, his heart beating fast with nervousness.

However, Arthit realized later that the driver's puzzled look was just the beginning. After getting off the taxi, when he directed his steps towards his friends' neighborhood, people looked awry at Arthit wearing the worn high school uniform. In addition, he had the surgical scars on his eyebrows as well as on the side of his head. Only then did he feel himself an idiot cosplaying a high schooler.  He turned pale, feeling very insecure.