Sotus: For One Last Time

A Familiar Person

Monday 7:55PM

Sophomore Orientation/Advising

It's just five minutes shy from eight pm, the official start of the orientation, but all nine hundred sophomores and all nine hundred juniors with the exception of Prem, who suddenly couldn't make it for reasons only known to Arthit, were present in the large dining hall. Since a majority of these students were alrealy familiar with the juniors, the sophomore orientation, unlike the freshmens', is more of a 'get together-catch up' kind of thing, with all of the nine hundred sophomores sitting on one side while the nine hundred juniors sat across them with volumious amounts of food between them.

At eight pm sharp, the only double door entrance is shut close, the returning students are sitted in their orientation groups and the transfer students are sitted in their new orientation groups. At this time, the group of mentors wearing the maroon blazers group up at the end of the dining hall and starts moving up  the room by conversing with all of the sophomores that they can converse with.

This year, the sophomores were especially and surprisingly less shy, trying more than once to keep the conversation going, to keep the Crown Prince by their side and to keep trying to impress him.

And for each group that the mentors had talked to up to now, the Crown Prince had heard multiple times of how "he was not at all like what they expected". While he simply shrugged his shoulders lazily and kept a low, down to earth profile, his friends were not convinced, knowing the raw intelligence and brutality that their friend was capable of.

Soon, they approached the end of the dining table, where their seats were located and where their assigned/personal mentees were seated.

However, what happened next was not something anyone was expecting.

It's very common, it happens all the time. A conflict between two powerful people, both trying to convince the other that their ego was bigger. That they're wealthier, or better, etc...
There has just never been any physical altercation as the Sotus students always prided themselves to be too intelligent to be caught in a brawl.
Especially and specifically, there has never been a conflict between individuals as powerful as these two.
People watched wide eyed, as Arthit Rojnapat and KongPob Suthiluck seemed to recognize each other in what seems to be a mysterious circumstance.
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Dining Hall
Arthit POV

I have always said I don't believe in fate, but at this point, I don't know what to call the universe repeatedly trying to fuck me over.

After we have talked to all of the orientation groups except ours, thinking of finishing with them since our seats are across from them, we approach our mentees, who are watching a video in Oak's phone, Namtam's mentee whom I checked-in myself earlier today.
However, as we grow closer, they all look up, and all stimultanwously wai "Sawatdee-krap"
as we respond back "Sawatdee-krap" also with a wai. Knott asks them to introduce themselves since they're all transfer students. And at this moment, I receive a text from Prem, apologizing once more for missing advising today without actually giving me proper reasons either; I simply acted like he did because I knew him and trusted him enough to know that  something was going on with him.

I glance up to make sure I'm not missing anything before I respond back to his text. But with that one glance, I am struck by the person standing right across from me.
Because there was no doubt, although he was taller, looked more filled out, with features slightly more mature, my Kong from that time is standing right in front of me with wide eyes.
"Oh, Shit!" I say, a bit too loudly.
Reculling backwards, eyes getting continuously bigger, he yells out "Oon!" pointing in my direction, and looking more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen before.
In the back of my head, I know everyone is staring at us, our friends included, in shock, confusion, and nervousness. If the Crown Prince of thailand and the son of the richest/most feared parents on the planet started throwing rocks at each other, who knows what will happen.
But I barely notice them, because at this moment, looking at him, that fucking beautiful face that even so young was everything to me, that fucking beautiful face that went from extreme shock to extreme joy and back to extreme shock after reading my name inscribed on my pocket, it was at this moment that I knew, despite my earlier monologue to not search for him, to forget him, to stay away from him, .....Now I know. I really can't do it.
I am so utterly screwed.
Fuck my life.

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