Fake life?!

The Beginning

Hahahaha I'm doing it again but like I said, don't be angry at me for writing another KongxArthit story :D I hope you enjoy the beginning of the relationship between Arthit and Kongpob ;)

The song is Even if I die, it's you by BTS V & Jin (Hwarang: The beginning OST)

Warning: Some scene contain violence so be aware of it

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It was already pitch black in the sky but the light of the fullmoon enlightened the darkness away. It seemed to be few minutes before 8 p.m. Seven young men left the taekwondo dojang, one of them turning off the light then locking up the door behind them. They gathered in the locker room, each one of them changing in their casual cloths, refusing to shower since they were too exhausted and wanted to go home and to just sleep tightly. However the shortest of them, also the youngest of them with bangs covering his beaufitul eyes decided to shower before leaving so he wouldn't have to do it at home but only needed to throw himself on the sofa and show television as soon as he got home. Even though his family didn't like him to be alone, he insisted on staying behind. He seldom listened to them anyway.

He went in the shower, closing the door behind and laying his towel hanging on the door. His friends bidded farewell with him by shouting that they were leaving first, he answered to them that they would meet tomorrow to play basketball in the court. He turned on the water faucet, letting warm water flowing down on his body, raising his body temprature and making him feel relaxed. His fingers racked through his hair, a sweet smile cracked on his face, his dimple revealing. He was enjoying the shower that calmed him down. Not from any worries because he didn't have any problems to worry about. Unlike the other man. His soulmate!

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At the same time, not far away from the taekwondo dojang another young man was standing in a back alley, more like a dead end where few pedestrians would pass by due to no lantern being placed here to lighten the street. He wore complete black cloths, his hairs was applied with gel, combed back so his handsome face would be seen clearlier. He was handsome but the dark look in his eyes made him seem like a dangerous man nobody should mess with. He looked around, thinking about the way to save himself. Four men were gathered around him, blocking his escaping route. They wore complete black too, staring at him with threatened look in their eyes.

He took a calm breath only to exhale it a moment after, cracking his neck to release himself from any tension. One of the four men charged at him while screaming, wanting to hit him on the face but the taller man tilted his head aside to avoid the heavy blow on his handsome face. He reacted fast, ramming his knee on the enemy's stomach then kicking him so hard on the chest that the man was thrown backward, hitting his back on the hard ground. A little cocky smile appeared on his face, he was clearly mocking and provoking them.

As another man approached him from behind, he quickly turned back to face him, hitting his foot on the man's face. He did the backflip kick on the third enemy who fell unconscious to the ground. As soon as his fist hit the fourth man's stomach, a loud sound echoed in the air. Bam! It was the sound of a gunfire echoing in the air. The bullet hit the taller man's flank, blood gushing out of the wound, blood dripping out of his mouth. He clenched on the injury to staunch the bleeding, his eyes fixed at the person who just fired at him mercilessly. The culprit approached him, standing some meters of distance away from him to make sure that the taller man wouldn't catch him so easily. Even though the wound was hurting like hell, he managed to stand firm on the ground, gritting at his teeth to swallow the pain. The light of the fullmoon fell on the shorter's face, his identity was finally recognisable.

The injured man's eyes widened in shock when he recognized the man, „...You?", he seemed surprised at the man's identity, didn't expect him to be the one attacking him out of the blue. Now he was angry, boiling in madness, gritting his teeth, „You!", his voice raised.