The junior's heart

His ex-crush(part 2)

Phana gave a final look to his reflection. He was satisfied with his appearance. Dressed in all black, sporting the wet hair look, and wearing the perfume which he knew, Arthit find irresistible, he smirked.

Black was his colour. It made him look manly, assertive and sexy. He was ready for the face off today. Just one last ammunition, he picked it up and went to Arthit's.

They were supposed to go clubbing with that Namtarn. God knows, what's her intention, so he has to be prepared.

Arthit's jaw literally dropped when he saw Phana. He froze and kept staring at him. Sure, Phana was handsome effortlessly, but when he did put in some effort, the result was killer.

Phana rejoiced at his P'Arthit's reaction. After all, all this was for his benefit.

"P'Arthit, we have to start sometime today", Phana smirked.

At that, Arthit came out of his trance and blushed,

"You look Okay", he said.

Phana smiled, he got the compliment behind it.

"This is for you", said Phana, extending a small box towards Arthit.

Arthit opened it. It was a bottle of perfume.

"Since you said you liked my perfume so much", said Phana. Then took the bottle and sprayed it on Arthit.

"Now you smell like me", smirked Phana.

Arthit muttered something incoherent and blushed.

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When they reached the club, everybody was already present, including Namtarn.

When she saw them, she quickly got up and clung to Arthit. Phana narrowed his eyes at that but said nothing.

Arthit sat beside Namtarn, unaware of Phana's jealousy.

"Why oon, that's a nice perfume you are wearing", smiled Namtarn.

Arthit blushed, "thank you, Ph..Phana gifted it to me. It's the same as him". And he shyly glanced at Phana.

"Oh"

Huh...take that, Phana smiled.

"Come, let's order drinks", interrupted Bright.

After just one glass of alcohol, Arthit was a little tipsy.

"Oon, you shouldn't drink more, you can't handle it", said Namtarn.

What?? P'Arthit is a light drinker. Phana deflated a little at that. What else does he not know.

After another round, Namtarn invited Arthit on the dance floor.

Phana wished desperately, that Arthit would decline, and he did. But after repeated invitation, he went.

There was nothing to be jealous of really. They were just dancing, that too at a respectable distance between each other. But who could understand the matters of heart. Specially Phana, who was grinding his teeth in frustration. His jealousy turning into anger.

"Why don't you just join him", suggested Knott.

"I will do just that", and Phana made his way towards them.

"P'Arthit", Phana interrupted.

Arthit was visibly drunk, he brightened up at seeing Phana and said," oh look, my wife is here", and gave a smacking kiss on his cheek.

Phana was stunned. Namtarn was stunned. All their friends watching were stunned.

But Phana was happy, very happy. He wanted to laugh heartily, and was trying very hard to suppress it.

"Are you laughing at me?? Bad wifey", Arthit frowned.

Phana broke out," am sorry, my hubby, let's go back".

Phana was elated. His P'Arthit solved the problem all by himself. Chuckling, he went to their friends to bade them good bye.

"Sorry guys, we are leaving, P'Arthit is very drunk", said Phana.

"Yeah...bye guys. As you can see, my wife is very demanding", slurred Arthit.

All their friends snickered at that.

Phana hoisted him and took him to the car. For some reason, Namtarn followed them.

"So... you are gay", said Namtarn.

"I call it love"

At that, Namtarn chuckled," strangely, Arthit said the same thing when I asked him before".

"Oh" is it?

Namtarn bade them goodbye, and went inside again.

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Next morning, Phana left a glass of water, tablets and a note saying to meet him after college for Arthit.

All day, Phana was in a very happy mood. He kept chuckling whenever he remembered Arthit's antics of last night.

He's a cute drunk, thought Phana fondly.
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"P'Arthit, we need to talk", said Phana as soon as he reached their meeting place.

"Yeah, about yesterday, am sorry if I did something terrible while drunk. And I kind of knew, that you were jealous of Namtarn", said Arthit sheepish.

Phana smiled," don't worry P'Arthit. That's been taken care of. Now let's talk about the important matter"

Arthit looked confused at that.

"P'Arthit, how am I the wife, when clearly, it's you who is the wife"

Arthit looked annoyed," on what basis are you saying that. Am not the wife. You are!!"

Phana sighed,"ok...then let's play a game and whoever wins, gets to be the hubby"

"Deal"

And that's how they were staring at each other right now. Who ever blinked first, lost.

Needless to say, it was Phana who won.

And needless to say, he used some underhanded method to win.

Arthit sat sulking when he received a text from Namtarn. If possible, he looked more annoyed.

Curiously, Phana looked at the message and almost laughed.

'oon, I have been wanting to say this from the other night. But you are definitely the wife in this relationship.'