The Price For A Kiss

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A/N : I plan to do an original ficlet in Bahasa for a prompt contest. And.. it's a horror story. I immediately hug my hubby when he got home from work, as I'm such a scaredy-cat who even got scared from my own imagination. Orz

My new plan is : thinking and writing the story in the daylight, preferably with hubby by my side! Lol

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Knot stares at him for a long time, as if letting him to really try to remember about this guy. But he really doesn't have any idea!

"Are you sure?" Knot asked. Arthit only helplessly nodded his head. Although the headache from his hangover lessen, a new wave of headache is coming in.

"What's the last thing you remember from yesterday night?" His friend started to interrogated. Arthit readily open his mouth, but then he let his mouth gape slightly, because.. he can't remember shit.

Knot rolled his eyes, as if expecting him to be an amnesiac. Well, he is not wrong as Arthit has a tendency to forget whatever he did for the time he got drunk. "Then, how did you got back here?"

. . .

"Fuck." Arthit cursed. Again, he can't remember anything.

"Ai' Arthiit.." Knot sighed exasperatedly. Arthit hung his head low in shame. This is not the right time for his brain to failing him.

"Fine." His friend said in the end, as if he is now admitting defeat after wrecking his brain to save Arthit. "Get yourself ready. We're going to the agency." He continue to order him.

It was a new record, how Arthit get himself ready. Maybe because he did it under pressure, but whatever. Both of them then hurriedly locked Arthit's apartment door behind and got on the lift. The lift was opened three floors before lobby, and showed someone's face Arthit rather avoid. Because it was such a bother, and adding his headache.

"Ai' Arthit! Looking good in the photo!" That damn Bright said cheerfully as he get on the lift.

"Fuck you Ai' Bright." Arthit said calmly. It was a common occurrence after all, between the two to banter with each other and throwing insult like they were just talking about the weather.

"Oohh.. don't be like that! You're more internet famous now! Maybe you will update your status more often because of this." Bright snickered. Arthit immediately slapped this useless human being.

"Stop it you two. This is a pressing matter, alright." Knot interjected, already too tired in this early morning.

"Well. I just can't believe Arthit would kiss a man! I would offer my own lips if you're available you know~" Bright said half seriously. Arthit though, looks like he is ready to murder him and buried him in the concrete of parking lot.

"Go kill yourself, Bright." He hissed, face red with anger and embarrasment.

"Who is this guy anyway, Ai' Thit?" Bright asked, ignoring Arthit's murder intention as usual. "I kinda think his face is familiar. So I knew he is some kind of new, at least in modelling." Bright continued. Bright is a stylist and his hobby is gossiping, so he would know better about it. This tidbit information doesn't help Arthit's predicament though. But Knot's eyes were brightening.

"Yeah? Are you sure?" Knot checked, in which Bright nodded his head a few times.

"We don't know about him, actually." Knot confessed moodily. "You know how Arthit is. He was too drunk to remember last night."

"So you don't even remember kissing him?!" Bright guffawed, laughing at Arthit who is now fuming silently. "Damn. That kid is good. He chose the right target to climb the ladder." He then whistled.

"That's what we want to know about." Knot said simply, as the lift already reaches the parking lot basement. "I just hope nothing bad happen."

Arthit hope the same. After all, nothing worse can happen, right?

..famous last word.

Fuck his life.

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