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"Welcome to hell plebes. For the next four weeks besides attending classes, you are going to be eating, breathing, sleeping Sotus House."
Noh elbowed the handsome boy beside him in the stomach and whispered harshly in his ear, "What the hel...
Kong could really count on one hand how many times he had been truly mad at Arthit and this time he was furious. He needed to have a talk with the short tempered male, but he didn't have time for a face to face. He had class in twenty minutes. Text would just have to do.
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Arthit looked at his phone and frowned. Shit! How the hell did Kongpob even find out yet about his little stunt with that fucking freshman? Wouldn't he have been in class during that time? He sounded mad. How the hell do you manage to sound mad over text message? Fuck!
PING! PING! PING!
Even the text alerts sounded angry.
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Kong's heart sank at seeing Arthit's last text.
Not a fight, hon. Just trying to pound some sense into your thick skull!
Text never would have been his first choice to talk to Arhit, but he was stuck in this damn class and he couldn't let Arthit think what he did to Noh was okay.
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Kongpob's levelheadedness, sense of justice, and loyalty were all things that Arthit admired about the younger male and right now he was really glad they weren't sitting face to face. Because then he would be forced to admit out loud that what he had did to Noh may have been a tad bit extreme.
Every new text alert was like a punch to the gut. He had to hand it to Kong. He had a way with words, no matter the method he used to convey them.
