Chapter 10

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Sorry gaiisss~ I wanna update sooner but my lappy acted up since a few days ago and I can't on it for more than 10mins before it started to hang... veeeeeeeerrryyy frustrating! Thank God I've a reliable bro that can handle this kind of shit (he suggested for me to go and format my baby and I went nuts cause I've yet to backup my stuff for more than a month! I'm stupid...I know 😅) and now, I can be at ease and no need to format~ 😘

Here's an update for ya~~










A man was listening to a song from his phone while waiting for his bag to appear on the conveyor belt. His colleagues had left not long after they had retrieved their bags, leaving the man behind.

The airport was still bustling with people despite it was nighttime. He walked out from the arrival gate after retrieving his luggage only to stop mid-way when he saw a familiar back waiting for him. He went near the figure and tapped the shoulder.

"What're you doing here, Bright?" he asked in surprise.

"I'm here to promote my bar to the people in here," he smiled cynically while clasping his hand together.

"Of course to pick you up, doofus!" he smacked Arthit on his head.

Arthit looked at him with a ridiculous expression on his face. Well, no one can blame him to feel that way as it was not in Bright's nature to be all caring upfront like this. He was the goofball in their gang. Usually, it was Knot's role.

"It's an order from our 'mom',"

"I knew it! There's no way for you to be sane enough being here!"

They were bantering back and forth while walking to the car. Luckily the whole gang did not come to pick him up or else he had to deal with their craziness after coming back from his stressful week.

"Have you eaten? Wanna stop by somewhere?" Bright asked him after fastened the seat-belt.

"Already ate. And no, I don't wanna go anywhere except my room."

Arthit turned on the radio and leaned on the window as Bright started to drive away. Bright kept babbling on their way to the apartment with his friend chirped in once in a while despite he was suffering from jet lag and needed to rest.

"... Now that you're back earlier than you should, come to my bar this weekend. The rest will be there as well and don't forget to bring our souvenirs," Arthit responded with a hum.

The car fell in silence for a few minutes; Arthit was thanking God in his heart as he assumed that his friend might finally realize that he was tired.

"Have a fight with N'Kongpob?"

Arthit went stiff at the question. He shook his head —telling him that they were not really fighting.

"Fine. Not fighting. But you know, the juniors that admire me so much were telling me how distracted was Kongpob this whole week. Though he still aces the quiz... hey, Arthit! Do you think if I eat what he eats, I can be as clever as that kid?"

"Still a moron," he grunted.

A long paused filled in the car.

"Hey, Arthit..."

"What?" he started to feel irritated with Bright's never-ending chatter.

"Do you think the girls will invite me?"

"Invite you? For what?"

"For a party! I'm sure they'll throw a big party once Kongpob become single again,"

"What the fuck?! Ai'Bright!"

Bright was yelping in pain as the two hands kept smacking his head and slapping his left arm.

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