More Than Words II: Say It If You Do

Chapter 1

Another Goblin OST ^^ This time in Jeongguk's voice :D

Arthit managed to roll off his bed some fifteen minutes after his alarm stopped ringing. Stretching his arms, he moved about in his flatlet humming and searching for the maroon shirt and black tee. He went to the bathroom, picked his toothbrush, put some white paste on it and started brushing his teeth. Finally, he looked at the mirror above the sink. He caught his image smiling.

Sleep well, P'Arthit 

Arthit's eyelids fell shut, his smile growing wider and continued brushing his teeth.

It was a good morning.

*

The good of the good morning flew away as soon as he saw Kongphob walk into the dining area of their department. Arthit quickly looked down at his plate before anyone caught him noticing the freshman.

*

Arthit wouldn't admit it aloud, even to himself but he was avoiding Konghob. Not.. avoiding exactly. He just didn't know how to face the other yet. Thinking what he had done the previous night burned his face. He still had to figure out how he was going to face the other. How was Kongphob going to react? Would he say it to others? Had he said it to the others already? If his juniors knew, what were their reactions? How was Arthit himself going to behave in front of them.

Unlike their juniors, the third years had one more week to go with the assignment and project submission. With that excuse, he flew around the campus not pausing at the places where there was a good chance for Kongphob to turn up at. However, being in the same faculty meant they had to cross paths at some point and they did, literally. They saw each other while Arthit was going with his friends to the lab and Kongphob was between changing his classrooms. All the freshman would fold their hands in greeting and cross.

The first time that had happened, Arthit had almost casually looked back to just see a certain freshman. He had turned only to find the person in question looking back at him. Arthit's heart had skipped a beat. He walked into Prem not having noticed the other boy had stopped. Arthit heard Kongphob's fading laughter as the younger boy went further down the corridor. The raven- haired boy blushed as Knot shot him a questioning look.

Arthit could barely recall anything they discussed and did in the Lab. He had to call Toot that evening to write down all the observations he had forgotten to record and the inferences he had to make.

It became a ritual of theirs; an unspoken rule of sorts.

Arthit and Kongphob whenever they crossed each other while with their circle of friends, Kongphob was just like any other freshman. Arthit was just like any other third year. As they would take a few steps away from each other, Kongphob would look back first, Arthit would look back at him and smile. Then they would continue walking away from each other, the secret keepers of the stolen glances.