The Price For A Kiss

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A/N : the title was what I say to hubby. Lol

I feel like I only produce the same old stories and now I have a conflicted feeling about it. is it because I keep on writing story with the same characters? Is my story boring you?? Anyway, here I am, trying to play with my imagination. Hope you guys like this little ficlet series na..

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Arthit was sloshed right now. Too drunk to stand up straight, let alone walking in a straight line. He had to lean on the wall as he staggered forward exiting the toilet of the club. In the dim lit corridor, he took a rest and slump on the wall, leaning his head a little bit. He feels light, his mind fuzzy, all he want to do is either grinning non-stop or fall asleep, he doesn't care which. He almost stumbled and fall if there wasn't a hand steadying him to stand upright.

"Easy there." A voice said close to his ear. It was ticklish and sending shivers to his body.

"Oh.. thanks." He said automatically. With bleary eyes, he can see that the one who help him is a young man around his height. Mind you, Arthit is so drunk he can't do anything properly. So excuse him in that he can't remember clearly what happened next. All he could tell is that something soft pressing against his lips, and then.. blankness.

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"Ai' Arthit, wake up! Wake up you dolt!" a slap landed as soon as Knot's voice resound in his ears.

"Gah!" his cheek feels warm and stinging, that's what Arthit thought as soon as he woke up. And then he could feel how his head is pounding and heavy, the feeling of hangover always never tried to become his friend in the morning.

The morning sunlight pouring through from the window that Knot opened in the hope to wake him more, but it only blinding him. he immediately run for cover, hiding his face under his pillow, screaming all the while.

"Ai' Knot! Have mercy on me!!" he yelled, but regret it so much afterward, as it's only make his headache more noticeable.

"This is not the time for you to lazed around!" there's a hint of panic in Knot's voice, Arthit noticed, which was so uncharacteristic of his long-time friend slash manager.

"Wha-" as soon as Arthit raised his head up to look at his friend, that Ai' Knot shoved his phone up to his face. "Oy! How can I see it if you shoved it to my face!" he complained, grumbling all the while as he grabs his friend's phone. Now that he can see his friend properly, for his kind and caring friend -here, he buttered up Ai' Knot because the man always brings him aspirin and drink for his hangover and so he happily gulped it down- shut the curtain to make it not too shiny as before. And. Well.. his friend really doesn't look good. His complexion pale, his eyes widened like a deer in the highlight, and the man can't stop moving his body even though he is standing in front of Arthit.

Huh. What's happe-

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What the fuck?!!!

Arthit can't believe what he sees with his eyes. There, on the screen, there's hashtags bearing his name, but the words following it was so foreign and he can't believe it was ever attached with it. #arthitscandaloftheyear, #arthitkissingboy, #arthitgay.. what the hell is this hashtag talking about?! Arthit can't grasped it with his still muddled mind.

"The fuck is this, Ai' Knot?!" he demanded his friend.

"Hell if I know, Ai' Thit! I just woke up in the morning, and as soon as I open my phone, that's blowing up! It's been the top ten trending topic in social media!" Knot said, messing his hair in frustration. "I should be the one to ask you, Ai' Thit. How can you be so careless to let yourself be photographed like that?!"

"..what photo?" Arthit was confused as hell here. His friend though, only yells in frustration before snatching his phone back to find the photo he was talking about. And, wow. What a photo he showed Arthit is. It showed him clearly how he was passionately kissing someone in a dim lit corridor. And that someone is a man, nonetheless. All Arthit can think about is..

"Who the fuck is this man?!"

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