SOTUS one shots

Not What I Mean

Curse!fic

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Arthit only realizes something was wrong during their break time and he and his friends are killing time by the lounges. As per usual, Tootah and Bright are at it again; he doesn’t really care what those two are fighting at this time, and frankly Arthit doesn’t care. As long as no one dies, they can pretty much do whatever his friends want.

    But it’s a different thing when they bring him into their banter.

    He’s minding his own business when he hears his name from Tootah’s mouth.

    “Oh, I think Arthit here is getting it every night,” Tootah says, a sly mouth playing on his chubby face. Arthit wasn’t aware his friends are already talking about him. “Notice how he gets this slight skip when he walks?”

    “You mean he can still walk after all those fucking?” Bright snickers.

    Arthit glares at the both of them. They don’t shut up. One of these days his friends would get into trouble for those big mouths of theirs, he just knows it.

    “Say that again and I will kiss you!” grumbles Arthit. Everyone seems to look at him funny, and he doesn’t realize it at first but when it registers the words in his mind he gapes at them.

    “I meant that,” Arthit waves his hand, eyes wide. “Duckling!”

    “Uh,” Knot frowns at him, “What’s wrong, Arthit?”

    “I know!”

    His friends turn to each other, whispering like Arthit is not there with them. He’s confused, biting his lips in deep thought thinking if he missed something important earlier. For all he knows, Arthit left Kongpob’s place last night feeling fine.

    Unless. . .

    “I will not go,” Arthit stands up, gathering his things. “I don’t have somewhere to be.”

    He doesn’t spare his friends another glance, ignoring them in favor of contacting his boyfriend.

    Arthit doesn’t know what or how, but one thing’s for sure; he hasn’t touched any of Kongpob’s cursed objects this time . . . right?

    Texting doesn’t work. It seems like the curse even extends to writings. He worries his bottom lip, Kongpob still has class and Arthit doesn’t want to bother him, so he heads back to his boyfriend’s dorm to look for something.

    This is the third time he’s been subjected to a curse; the first one was that stupid box that turned him into a were-cat creature, the second, well . . . Arthit doesn’t really want to recall what happened that time.

    It was stupid of him; he should have paid more attention to the things he touches in Kongpob’s dorm. His boyfriend had repeatedly told him not to touch his things to avoid these kinds of situations, but did Arthit listen? No, everything Kongpob brings a shiny new thing, he has this urge to touch it, or take a look at it.

    He figures if it wasn’t for Kongpob he would be dead by now. But then again, if it wasn’t for Kongpob and those stupid cursed objects he wouldn’t be in this predicament, again!

    The pendant his boyfriend got him exhausted its magic from the second curse – it was a powerful one. And now Kongpob hasn’t given him some kind of protection yet as a replacement.

    When he gets to his boyfriend’s dorm, Arthit tries something.

    Nobody’s around the hall, so he says, “Flower.”