More Than Words II: Say It If You Do

Chapter 22

a/n: Not saying you would but if you do read the previous chapter again, Often (Kygo remix) by the Weekend was the song I had in mind when Arthit danced in the party.

I had been very confused who to put for that scene. Then, Singto made it easy to choose with his story xD

Not proofread at all.

Arthit woke up to find himself in his usual nightwear and drenched in his sweat. He sat up, groaning. His head had a slight pulsing throb. He pressed his temples with his thumbs, cursing himself. He didn't have to drink Kongphob's portion when Bright had been persisting. He hadn't wanted Kongphob to break his promise. He rested his back against the headboard. His eyes then fell on the clothes he had worn the night before neatly folded and draped over the backrest of his chair. His eyes travelled up to his table where a white piece of paper fluttered under a medicine bottle. Arthit bent forward to pick up the bottle and checked the label and caught the paper before it flew away.

It was from Kongphob. It was a note.

Have a tablet and the water.

Arthit glanced at the table. There was a tumbler filled with water.

I hope it doesn't hurt too much.

Yours,

Kong <3

PS: Good Afternoon :)

Arthit unscrewed the cap and shook it. A tablet rolled out and he swiftly put it in his mouth. Then, he picked up the glass and swallowed the pill with water. Arthit glimpsed at the table clock. It was ten past two. Wow. He slept that long. He chuckled. Kongphob sure knew him well.

Arthit slowly dragged himself out of the bed even though he wanted to go right back to sleep. He shuffled on his feet towards the bathroom, yawning. He was so sleepy. He just needed two more hours, he'd be good. With muscle memory, he pushed the door open, flicked the light on, grabbed his toothbrush from the stand and put the paste on his toothbrush and started brushing. He was falling back asleep right on his feet when his phone rang. He muttered curses, annoyed. Arthit cracked an eye open, not ready to walk that much way back but, also not ready to tolerate the ruckus his ringtone was creating. He was going to kick Bright for changing his ringtone yet again. His eyelid fell shut and then snapped open. He leaned forward, checking his reflection in the mirror. There were dark smears around and under his eyes. His brows knitted as he brushed his thumb on the black ink and it came off on his skin. Huh?

 Arthit tried to recall. He could partially recall Toot coaxing him into putting eyeliner (or was that kohl?) because apparently, it made one look attractive. Didn't you see the idols. Arthit had conceded because Toot had pointed out that Kongphob would sure find that good. Just that evening the second year had said he liked Arthit's eyes. So, drunk Arthit had accepted.