The Price For A Kiss

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A/N : it's easy to be a villain, but I hope we all could always try to be a good person. Even though people would mock us by saying we try to act like a hero.

I'm glad you guys like this simplify fic! I'm trying to keep updating once a day, wish me luck! ^^/

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"It's been so long since I heard that name." Knot commented as he placed a chilled pinkmilk on the coffee table beside him. Arthit chose to curl himself on his favorite single sofa facing the window, once they arrived back to Arthit's apartment, having cleared all his schedule for today. He hugs his knees and look faraway through the window, lost in nostalgia.

"I also thought the same." Arthit finally mumbled. On the corner of his eyes, he saw Knot sits himself on the other sofa beside him, sipping his usual hot coffee, with a dash of milk, and two teaspoons of sugar. It's comforting, how they do their routine and habit, even in the midst of this mess.

"Maybe it's because you intended to take a break for acting and will continue singing again." Knot said. he finally calm down and could sit back and assess the situation with a sound mind.

"..maybe." Arthit shrugged, not truly caring about whatever reason he uttered Namtarn's name again. She was.. his crush. Well, maybe 'crush' doesn't cover what he felt about the girl. She was his first and for now, last person he fell in love to. She was his childhood friend and they were almost inseparable in high school. She rejected him, though, and even hook up with his friend. They never talk again after that.

"How do you feel now?" Knot's question is predictable. He always feels responsible for Arthit's well-being. He was part of the mess that started his career after all, if you can call 'partaking in the bet for Arthit to enter the singing contest' a mess. Knot became his manager after he got his bachelor degree, but he already involved with Arthit's career since early on.

"I don't know." Arthit pursed his lips. After dodging the reporter and acted mysterious when all of them asking about the kiss, all Arthit wants to do is sleeping. He feels tired enough he could sleep for a week.

"This Kongphob, though.." Knot chuckled in humor. "He was so extra to get your attention." Knot's comment makes Arthit rolled his eyes. Because it's true. He couldn't comprehend how someone could be so extra to get closer to him.

"I just hope he wouldn't do anything stupid again." He groaned. "I still want to strangle that boy. And it won't do because Khun Roy would kill me!" Arthit clenched his fist in the air. Knot only shook his head exasperatedly at Arthit's antics. It's just like usual.

"And he has a background that could literally bury you to the ground, Ai' Arthit. You must remember that." Knot reminded him. again, Arthit rolled his eyes.

"If he so much uses his background to settle everything. He will lose my respect." He promised.

"Well, I'll be in my room if you need me." Knot stood up. "Once the script is delivered, I'll get it to you."

"Ok. Thanks, Knot."

"Oh. And Arthit," his friend was right in front of the door before he turn him back to face him. "Remember to play good."

Arthit grins. "I'm not promising anything."

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