Bad Romance

The Night Is Long

A/N: Sexual content ahead and I lost some censorship somehwere down the words. I know and don't know what I am writing anymore.... Just don't leave me okay, you can skip this chapter if you want. 😭🙃

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Arthit started to tug Kong out when Kong stopped him, knelt down and picked up his revolver that was thrown under the bed, Arthit waited and once Kong had the revolver back in his holster, Kong was making his way out, following Arthit who was walking in strides, a little faster while Kong was still a little dazed.

Soon enough, they were out of the place and got back to the car, Arthit behind the wheel while Kong silently sat at the passenger seat, looking outside the window, he didn’t know what he was feeling anymore.

“You could’ve told me.”

Kong closed his eyes, he was too tired to deal with Arthit now.

“Shit! What the hell were you even thinking!”

Arthit’s sudden shout stormed inside the whole car as Kong stared at him.

“Atleast I got that mafia down before any one of you could’ve.” Kong uttered.

“Shut the hell up! You were pretty much dead if I hadn’t reached just on time! Atleast Knot had the brains to tell me just in time.” Arthit said, his hands shivering a little over the wheel.

Kong's eyes were fixed on Arthit’s hands, he didn’t even care when he abruptly took his left hand, holding it, letting Arthit manage the wheel with one hand though he fell silent without yanking Kong's hand away.

“Let's stop at some restaurant, I'm famished.”

“You’re in no condition-”

“Will you shut up for some time and just listen?” Kong rolled his eyes.

Arthit sighed, swallowing his rage as he turned the car towards a nearby restaurant.

They had barely settled when the waiter's horrified expression told Kong that he was actually a mess, Kong looked down at his bloodied shirt, hardly covered up by the coat, the metallic scent hitting his nostrils, he looked down at his shoes, there were hints of blood everywhere, either his or two other murdered men's.

Kong was a mess in his suit.

On the other hand, Arthit still looked sharp and charismatic.

If the waiter was scared on seeing Kong, he commented nothing while serving them whatever Kong had ordered since Arthit hadn’t ordered anything and just stayed silent, watching him.

Kong had barely taken a couple of bites when he abruptly rushed away, outside and Arthit followed as Kong threw up again.

“I'll get it packed if you like it so much.” Arthit commented when he saw Kong battling his gut that was ready to throw up again when he tried to force another bite.

“No.” Kong shook his head with a frown, he acting like a kid and Arthit found himself watching him with some kind of fascination with his hands under his chin.

“I am actually hungry, but… I’m feeling nauseas at the same time.” Kong said.

“It’s okay.” Arthit said, taking the plates away from him and waving for the waiter to get the food packed instead.

Arthit waited but Kong looked like he had no wish to get up, staying there silent in that dingy restaurant with hardly anyone except them, Arthit just watched as Kong was silent, the kind of silence that people dwell into when their mind is in a havoc.