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Tata of BT21
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Crack!fic
Arthit wakes up in alert, immediately looking around his room to make sure that his place is properly barricaded. Today is Valentine’s Day aka the most dreadful day of Arthit’s life where each person’s heart materializes out of their body to search for their companions.
He immediately sees his own heart which he named Art sleeping beside him.
Now, not all hearts share the same look; every heart has their own little differences enough for their person to identify them, some hearts have funny looking eyebrows on them, some with wings, and some with weird expressions on their faces.
Arthit’s heart, well, his heart has cat like ears the color of an orange; and Art likes to sleep as much as he does.
Nobody knows how it happened, nobody knows why it happens every year, but every February 14th every person’s heart materializes into this cartoonish version of itself. The hearts then run around to find their companions – a silly metaphor in finding love, and since then Arthit had hid from the world on this particular day to keep his heart from going to god knows where.
It’s not like he doesn’t want to find love – on the contrary, but Arthit had his fair share of heart break when Art ran around his high school building to find Namtarn, his highschool crush, only to find the girl already holding someone else’s.
To say the least, it left him somewhat scarred, not wanting to feel the kind of rejection that left Art looking like it had been trampled by countless shoes.
So, he’s here, hiding in the safety of his room, making sure all the locks of his doors were in place especially now that Arthit has been harboring feelings for a particular junior of his.
He had found out a couple years back that the materialized heart doesn’t pick genders. As long as their hearts seem compatible, or their hearts wanted a particular heart, it matters not if the person is male or female.
Which was a relief to Arthit because the one he’s crushing now, out of all people, is Kongpob. And he’s afraid that if Art gets out of the room and decides to pursue the junior, and it happens that Kongpob had already someone, then . . . that would clearly end in heart break.
Arthit gets up, watching Art as his heart sleeps unbothered. Sometimes he thinks that his heart shares the same sentiment as he does – it’s his heart after all.
