"Can you enlighten me why we are in this position?"
Arthit quickly tried to give some distance between them with a pillow but Kongpope was having none of those. He just tightened his hold on P'Arthit's waist and buried his head in between P'Arthit's...
They have not met each other for the past three weeks, either because of P'Arthit being so busy with his current workload, or Kongpope was busy with hazing the freshmen and his own school work.
They still texted each most of the days and tried to call each other twice or three times a week before they went to sleep, but meeting each other when P'Arthit was still in the lowest rank in his office and Kongpope being busy in school, was almost impossible. They were both comfortable with the current relationship between them, though.
They usually meet each other from Friday, all the way to Sunday afternoon, either at Kongpope's dorm, or Arthit's newly rented apartment, which was located not too far away from the university and his current office.
But Kongpope was really swamped with his hazing activities. There were so many things that he needed to prepare and he wanted this outdoor activities this year to be different from previous years. For that he needed to prepare a good presentation to the professors for them to give approval on the outdoor activities that he and his hazing team were preparing.
"... Any ideas as to what kind of activities we can do this year to be different?"
His hazing team members were looking at him as the head hazer, then at each other, at the lost of fresh ideas. This time there were only smaller group members who came for the meetings, as the rest were busy with their own third year projects. Kongpope was done with his part of the group project long time ago as he knew he would be busy with hazing the freshmen. He was never the type of person who procrastinated what could be finished early after all.
"Why don't we just list the day activities for the first day now, see what we can do to make it more fun for the freshmen?" Aim, his best friend on his right side, suggested.
Tiw stood up from his seat, went over to the whiteboard and indirectly volunteering himself to be the secretary of the meeting today. And it was a start of a long meeting without an end.
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Time was showing 6PM, and as they had early lunch this afternoon, Kongpope's stomach was starting to rumble for food, but they were nowhere near done. All the brainstorming were taking a toll on everybody, as he saw that Oak had his head down on the table, New was already cringing his forehead and Wad was scratching the back of his head, running out of ideas. Even Tiw, who was the most enthusiastic person beside Kongpope, was starting to show off his tiredness and sitting down while drawing random circles on the whiteboard.
Kongpope was starting to sense that his head was getting even heavier by the minute. He was already feeling under the weather since the morning he had woken up, However, he thought that it was just a small cold that would be gone with the medicine he took immediately after he had his breakfast, of which those food he did not manage to finish as he did not have much appetite.
"... errr, guys... I think we should just... call it a day... and continue on... tomorrow."
Kongpope suggested as he could feel his body flailing, himself needing a good rest. Aim finally looked at his best friend, confused at the sudden change in him as he knew his best friend was not the type to dismiss a meeting till late at night, and he was surprised when he saw his friend's face, so pale that he seemed to be fainting soon.
"Ai'Kong, are you okay? You look like you're about to faint soon."
At the mention of Kongpope being sick, all heads turned immediately to him. He was really looking so much paler, and his friends were all now fussing over him.
"Are you okay? What's wrong with you? Do you need to lie down or something?"
"Kong, can you hear me? Hey, Kong!"
All the worries were spoken at the same time. Suddenly Kongpope could not hear anything, just his friends' voices from a far distant place calling his name, and the annoying ringing sound in his head that would not go away, before he felt his stomach churning and he just fell into oblivion.
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Hey guys!
From a SOTUS fan to another, and those others who have taken the time to read this fan-fiction of mine, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH.
This is my first ever attempt in publishing any kinds of writing, after loving the series and fangirl-ing the boys for such a long time.
Still hoping there is SOTUS Season 2, and hopefully it comes out fast.
I would really love to read all your comments, good or bad (but be kind to me as this is my first attempt in writing fan-fiction, or any published novel at all).
I would try to update the story ASAP as I already have the outline of how the story is going to turn out, and this will probably just be a short story.... or maybe not.
Thank you once again, and I'll see you in the next chapter.This first chapter is a short one, but the next chapter will be longer, I promise.
