Bad Romance

I Knew You Were A Natural

“Here, position your hand here, when you click, this, pulling the trigger, it will recoil back, that’s why your hand is away or you’ll be knocking your own face.”

Kong noticed how sharp and yet soft Arthit’s fingers were, trying to steady Kong's hands over the gun,  like… there was never blood over them, like Arthit was just another human, not a monster....

“Hey, don’t shake.”

Kong hadn’t realised his fingers were still shaking over the gun until he felt Arthit’s warm fingers over them, Kong was forced to look in his eyes and noticed how cautious Arthit was, how concerned he looked and still animal like urge resting in those eyes, as if Arthit had waited his whole life to do this, to see Kong with a gun.



Kong was dazed in all the instructions Arthit was telling him all this time, all about the mechanisms of the revolver he was holding, how careful he must be.

“You, ready?” Arthit's subtle gaze asked for the last time and Kong tried to give a cautious nod.


He was not ready.

Kong immediately felt the missing void as soon as Arthit moved away, his hand no longer around, it was just Kong with a gun facing a target in an outdoor shooting range, not far from the property but still outside the Rojnapat property.

Kong suddenly recalled M's archery competitions and practices, he loved to see his best friend shoot arrows after arrows, winning golds, silvers and bronzes, Kong had never missed a single competition of his, always there to cheer for him.

He had seen how M made it look so easy but how difficult archery was.


Maybe shooting the target was similar to archery.

His thoughts mocking him, he knew this wasn’t archery, this was gun shooting and no casual shooting on the target, he was being trained to actually shoot real people.

Kong had no way out.


Unless…

Kong almost turned beside to stare at Arthit.

What if he shoots Arthit right then there? The gun to his head and Arthit died?

“Come on, Kong, we don’t have the whole damn day.”

Kong blinked before focusing back at the target board infront of him at the distance.

The points marked,

The head.
The neck.
The chest.
The abdomen.

“Shoot the targets one by one, don’t hassle, this is the first lesson, Kong, be careful. Once you’ve got the grip, this would be the easiest shit ever.” He felt Arthit whisper near his ear before moving away.


Kong focused on the target, the point that marked as the head.

The gun pointed to it.

His mind blissfully settling in when he imagined it to be Arthit’s head.

He heard the crack of the bullet, the bang of the fire shot.


It missed the target's point only by a few centimetres, Kong could imagine the bullet landing somewhere away from the middle of Arthit’s forehead, how would’ve the blood spilled out of his head?

Arthit hadn’t warned him about the loudness of the bang, the way Kong's ears were ringing, the way his hands had recoiled back once striking the target, missing Kong's face only by an inch.

“Good.”

He heard Arthit speak somewhere behind.


He no longer cared, shooting was becoming easier once he could imagine the target board to be Arthit.