Bad Romance

I Don't Want To Kill Him

A/N: First of all, thanks to everyone who is voting and being here! And I see so many of the familiar readers from my previous fanfic, I love you guys!! And a warm hello to the new readers out there, also I have to warn you guys, this is pretty different from what I've written previously and this is going to get darker.... So be ready for that (cause I'm not!) Brace yourselves!

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“Really? Chanchai out of all the people! He’s been trying to corrupt your men? ” Knot exclaimed in surprise while Arthit smirked.

“So what did you do about it?” Knot asked while going back to writing his assignment.

“What do you think?” Arthit asked while lying there on his friend’s bed, playing with the edge of the assignment's paper.


“You killed him?” Knot asked, Arthit glanced at him, realising the little fright in his friend’s eyes even after years of knowing him.

“Had a meeting sometime back…. He’s gone.”

“What do you mean by 'gone'?”

Arthit smiled more to himself reminiscing how he had shot down that man, not caring to give Knot an answer while turning his attention back to the paper's edge that had just made a cut in his skin, he sighed as if there was some kind of satisfaction he felt when he felt the papercut on his thumb, a little blood running out while Arthit eyed his cut.

How fragile is life?

“Anyway, on the other news, that nong you asked about…. He’s faring pretty well, has already made himself a fanclub when the week hasn’t even ended, and that friend of his, M, he’s a lost case to be honest, very silent, exactly opposite of his friend’s extrovert nature, quite a lot of girls are actually drooling behind the duo.”



“Are they dating?” Arthit asked abruptly just like how he usually spoke.

“What do you mean?”

“Are the two just friends or…”

“No, as far as I know, not even in the least, they’re like brothers.” Knot said rather uncomfortably under the sharp gaze of his friend.

Arthit nodded, “That’s good to know.”

“Arthit.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s with you and this nong? Something you’d like to share?” Knot asked a little in concern.

Arthit smirked at him, “Nothing for you to worry about.”

Knot shook his head, “Are you obsessing over him, Arthit?”

“Seems like an interesting guy.” Arthit said while wiping his thumb with the cut over his shirt.

“Arthit…. Not again.”

Arthit didn’t reply while a smile was evident on his face.

“The last time you obsessed…. You remember him, right?” Knot said, a little wary as he spoke.

Arthit remembered, the senior of his… who had dared to bully him in the name of the SOTUS system, he remembered how obsessed he got over him, just because Arthit wanted to break that guy, he had nothing more than hatred for that guy….

He remembered vividly how he had slit his neck and shot him right in his head.

But Kong wasn’t like that guy…. Yes, Arthit was probably obsessing over him, but it wasn’t for any revenge or for breaking him…

All Arthit wanted was for Kong to be under his scrutiny, his every action, every word not going unnoticed by him, Arthit had thought about it and he definitely didn’t want to hurt him, and probably would kill if someone did try to harm that nong, maybe he was attracted to him, but not in the usual way, it had nothing to do with his appearance or mannerisms, it was just that…  Kong would look great with a gun.