IT'S OK IF IT'S YOU

THE SHADOW

Phana arrived at Economics just as Kong arrived and parked behind him. Wad jumped out of the car and headed towards Phana, his face unreadable. Phana was actually caught off guard as Wad stood in front of him as he stepped out of the car. He jerked slightly back and blinked. It surprised the doctor for it was the first time Wad had voluntarily seek him out, first.

"Are you hurt?" Wad asked testily. His eyes roaming the muscular body of the doctor. Phana hid his smirk and put on his neutral face but his heart was blooming like it was spring.

"I.... might have a..slight bruise, here and there..." Phana blatantly lied but he, so wanted to see this endearing man's reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Wad face was grimacing.

'Tck...," Wad was obviously trying to say something but he stood quietly crossing his arms, his face furrowing deeply.

Arthit and Forth arrived and they made their way home. Wad sat at the passenger seat in the car Phana was driving. Phana was having a hard time schooling his face but he kept stealing glances towards the man who sat scowling next to him. As soon as they arrived at Arthit's house, they were given a surprise.

A car was parked across the street to his house and leaning against the car with his arms crossed was Knot. There were several of his bulky minions standing in a straight line behind him.

Kong glanced at Arthit and Knock as they exit the car. He knew immediately who the man was and he felt the fire in his stomach burned. He clenched and unclenched his fist, fury simmering very near to the surface.

Arthit walked over to the man and stood facing him a meter apart with cold blank face. Knot ran his eye up and down the younger man's body, smirking but Arthit kept his face stoic.

"You certainly have grown in all the right places, little slut." Knot drawled, sneeringly. Arthit heard Kong growled, Knock hissed and his other friends gasped.

"And you certainly haven't changed.. Knot," Arthit said in an eerily calm voice, his omitting of the respectful P' title that he had once used to refer to the older man was obvious. Arthit saw the man's eyes twitched at his apparent sign of disrespect.

Knot pushed his body off the car and walked languidly towards the younger man, his hands in his pant's pockets. He saw the tense reaction of all the men standing behind his prize and swept his gaze over them and glared at one in particular.

"Ah.. Knock. So, you're still messing around with what's mine?" Knot raised his eyebrow at the man standing behind Arthit.

"Nothing here belongs to you, Knot. Not then, not now and most definitely not ever.." Knock's voice was cold and his face was menacing.

Knot laughed and gazed at Arthit who seemed to look at him like he was some kind of weird insect. Knot calmed his raging testosterone and breathes slowly to calm his senses. He chuckled mirthlessly. He will wait.. oh yes.. now that he had seen him, he will wait... all good things are worth the wait. With that he spun on his heels and left. His mind already set his plans in motion.

Kong immediately hauled Arthit into his arms as soon as the car was out of sight and held him tight. The burning fury in his body needed to be quench and molding Arthit in his arms now, he exhaled the breath that he didn't realized he was holding. Arthit body was stone cold and not a single reaction could be sense by Kong. He cupped the younger man's face and peered closely as he planted warm fleeting kisses all over Arthit's face.

When still no reaction came out, he bends and carried Arthit in his arms and walked into the house with the others trailing behind him. He placed Arthit on his lap as he sat down on the sofa, still holding the beautiful unresponsive man in his arms. Everyone was surrounding them; eyes anxious and now that they had seen the fanatical hazard Arthit was facing, their protective instinct flared tenfold. Somehow in such a short time they had come to like this pretty looking cold man with a terrible past.