Choice

Chapter 2

A guy in a blue shirt was cleaning his desk, preparing to go back. He was the only one left in the office as he had to finish doing the report. He quicken his pace as he had promised last night to pick up his boyfriend at university and going back together.

"Arthit," a voice called him.

Arthit halted for a moment. It was the voice that he felt dreadful each and every time he heard it because nothing pleasant would come from it. He let out a soft sighed before turning back, facing the owner of the voice that will keep pestering him if he did not respond to it.

"P' John," he wai-ed him. "You're still here? I thought you'd already went home,"

"I'm about to. By the way, can you help me with something?"

I knew it. 

Arthit almost blurted the words out.

"I'm sorry P', but can you make it quick? I have an appointment," he looked at his watch, hinting to his colleague that he was in rush.

"This one is much more important than yours, N'!"

The fuck he's trying to prioritize my things on his own!

"The supplier will send the product today but I can't stay. I have other important things to do. I need you to receive it in my place,"

"But P', I —"

"Aren't we graduated from the same university? Shouldn't you help your senior when he is in need?"

"What time will it arrive?"

"Around 6pm?"

"You don't even sound so sure," Arthit stated.

"I don't," he was speechless at John's reply. "Talk is cheap. Hopefully they will arrive on time,"

Arthit bit his lips. He was contemplating on helping the senior but at the same time he did not want to break his promise with Kongpob. The senior was looking intensely at Arthit while handing a file, expecting him to accept the task without arguing back with him.

"Okay,"

He agreed to his nonsense and took the file that contained the details. The man thanked him before flying out happily from the office. Arthit hit his head with the file, cursing himself for accepting the request. Now, he had to inform Kongpob the news that he could not go back together with him... again.

Arthit took out his phone to inform his boyfriend when his phone rang, a particular ringtone that he had set for him.

Is he a psychic?

"Hello,"

"Hello, P' Arthit. I have a project to discuss with my friends. I'll be a bit late, around 30 minutes like that. You can come a bit later. I'm sorry,"

"Kongpob," he called him. Felt a bit reluctant to cancel on him, but he did not want Kongpob to wait for him.

"Yes, P' Arthit?"

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can make it today. I have to replace a colleague of mine to receive the products today."

"There's no need to cancel P'. I can wait,"

"No! You should go home after you finish," silence from the other line.

"Kongpob?"

"Okay, P' Arthit."

He can hear the disappointment in his voice and the guilt crept into his heart.

"I'm sorry, Kongpob. I'm sorry for not keeping the promise. It seems like I keep breaking our promises so often,"

"It's okay, P' Arthit. You've got work to do. There's nothing we can do about it. What time will you finish? Want me to pick you up?" the man on the other line tried to cheer him up.

"No need. You've to get some rest. They might arrive around 6pm and I have to organize the stuff, so I don't really know what time I'll go back,"

"Okay. We'll just meet as usual this weekend?"

"Sure," and they bid goodbye after that.

He knew his boyfriend was disappointed with him. They were looking forward to spend the rest of the day together but work got in the way. Arthit determined to make it up to Kongpob later that weekend.

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sorry for this short boring chap. i'll try to make more interactions between them later on.

heeee~ 😉