Bad Romance

Well, Let's Hope For Heaven

Arthit was driving around every corner near their dorm and back to places near Knot's house where Kong had last brought M for the party and yet there was literally no sign of M.


Kong realised how cold his hands felt as fear was settling in the pit of his heart, he was looking around outside the window rather insanely, he just wanted to find M safe, biting his lip in anxiety and paranoia… he just wanted his friend to be safe.

He had already checked with every friend of theirs and yet there was no sign of him.


There was always this protectiveness Kong had felt for his best friend, for all the time M had been there for him, all the time M would take Kong to his house in holidays just because he didn’t want Kong to feel lonely in festivals.

How acceptable M's parents were of him, he never felt out of place in his house.

Kong knew how naïve his friend could be sometimes, he remembered how M was constantly a target of bullies in their highschool and how Kong would always be the one to stand up and take the blow for him instead.

Kong couldn’t even imagine his friend to be hurt!

M and his parents were probably the only one who were anything near to a family for Kong, he always felt like it was his responsibility to keep M safe.

Kong's voice hitched in his throat when he caught a hint of his friend down one of the alleys.

“M!” Kong screamed.

He saw as two men, striking blows at his friend, he didn’t even wait while Arthit had managed to slow down the car enough and Kong got off the car, stumbling a little but not losing his balance as he just sprinted towards the alley,

“Don’t you dare touch him!” Kong shouted in rage, his eyes had fallen on the guy who had just clutched M's neck while the other struggled.

On seeing Kong, The two men, their face hidden under masks, thrashed M to the nearest wall, started to run away until Kong had ran fast enough to pull one of them by the hoodie and kicking the man in the gut.

“Who are you? How dare you touch him!” Kong growled, shaking the man by his collar, the other man had managed to escape but Kong was still trying to hold the other back, he even punched him some more, trying to hold that man back but the man was simply struggling to get of Kong's grasp without fighting him back at all, just defending the blows.

As soon as Kong was about to pull off the guy's mask he heard Arthit’s voice behind him.

“M!”

It was enough for Kong to get distracted, as he turned to glance at his friend while feeling the man sliding out his grasp and running away.


Kong saw M lying there, blood pooling all around where he was lying.

Kong felt his body turning cold as he froze on the spot, he was dumbly staring at the scene infront of him, as if he was floating, as if this was not real.

He felt too shocked, numbed.


He saw as Arthit was kneeling beside, trying to shake the bloodied body as if he would wake up.

Kong didn’t know what to do…. Was M alive?

“….. M” Kong managed to utter out, he realised that he had dropped on his knees beside M too.

His fingers shivered as he dared to keep a hand over M's chest and instantly felt a jolt kick in.


He stared as M seemed to be roughly breathing.

“P’Arthit! Bring your car! He’s alive! We need to rush to hospital!” Kong was screaming way too loudly for his own self, his throat drying up, he coughed, trying to find a little strength in that situation. 

He heard the shuffle of steps beside him as his senior has rushed out to bring the car.

“M… you’ll be fine don’t worry.” Kong whispered in his shaking voice, trying to hold M in his embrace, close to his chest as if cradling a baby even though there was blood all around and M was barely recognisable with blood all over his face.

He was a tiny bit relieved when he felt M cough and trying to speak something.


“Kong….”


“Yes yes, I'm right here, just keep talking to me.” Kong said, looking back, waiting for the car before turning back and kissing his friend’s head while M was still struggling to speak something.


“If I'm dying today….”


“Don’t say that!” Kong was almost going to burst up in tears until he heard M complete the sentence.


“Tell May I loved her.”



Kong almost stopped with his arms around M, glaring at his friend before shaking his head.

“I’m saving your neck here and look at you confessing your love for May! To hell with you!” Kong shouted and soon enough was distracted when he saw the car pull up and he carried his friend into the backseat with him, dragging him inside while nodding at Arthit who was looking at them with something beyond concern, and yet Kong couldn’t understand it.

Well, he didn’t have the time to think about the senior at the moment.


“Well, let’s hope for heaven.” M was still trying to joke.

“I'll take care of this, don’t mention about this infront of him. Just make him an excuse like its free or something.” Arthit muttered at the receptionist, while using his card to pay up for whole surgery for M's injuries, he glanced at kong before going ahead to pay up. 

Those good for nothing thugs!

Arthit sighed in annoyance, it wasn’t like he wanted M killed anyway, but those unprofessional hitmen couldn’t even run away until Arthit had to distract Kong!

It would’ve been way too much trouble if Kong had seen the thug's face under that mask!

Once paid, Arthit looked at Kong, the boy was sitting there by the nearest chair by the operation room, his bloodied fingers buried in his messy hair while his white shirt was a mess of dried up blood.

And surprisingly enough, Arthit felt some other kind of excitement to see the younger one in such a mess.

He just wanted to make sure that Kong was aware of the fact that he shouldn’t have someone close to him, not when Arthit had his eyes on him.

Arthit was already pretty delighted by the idea of making Kong lose all his connections with whoever he considered close to him.


“Could you get me a clean shirt?”
The receptionist didn’t hesitate while Arthit passed a few bills of money and took the clean pair of shirt.

Arthit was subtle and at the same time too casual and delighted with his drag of steps as he reached Kong, gradually sitting beside and letting Kong take his time to realise about his presence.

“He’s out of danger, Kong… he’ll be fine.” Arthit said, reluctantly keeping a hand over the younger one’s shoulder.


Kong nodded while leaning back and letting his hands fall to his sides.

“Thank you so much for tonight, P', I probably would’ve lost him if you weren’t there.” Kong spoke breathily.

The irony of those words, Arthit hid his smirked under a concerned expression as he passed the clean shirt to him.

“Change into this, you’re a mess right now.” Arthit said and Kong nodded, not really wanting to leave the place in case M woke up but still, he didn’t want to be there in a bloodied shirt.

“Thank you, P'”  Kong said as he left to change.

Arthit eyed the retreating frame of Kong, how long will it take for Kong to realise about the trap he was in? A trap he had no way out...