“Hey, anything up?” Tanawat was acting like nothing had happened and Kong was in no way letting the other get away so easily as he settled himself on the chair across from him in Tanawat’s cabin in the Rojnapat's office.
“I want proof.” Kong said directly, without even the need to beat around the bush while the other froze for a few seconds.
“What?” Tanawat was confused.
“I won’t accept it…. That I'm Suthiluck heir until you give me some kind of proof.” Kong uttered lowly enough for Tanawat to hear but still making sure no one could eavesdrop on them in amy case.
“What do you want?” Tanawat asked in a defeated sigh.
“How did you find out about this?” Kong asked.
Tanawat stared at him blankly for a moment, “Can I ask you something?” Tanawat said while typing out something, his eyes focused on the computer’s screen.
“Yeah.” Kong uttered leaning back on his chair, eyeing the older one all this time.
Tanawat still tried to avoid his eyes as he started to write something down on a piece of paper.
“Is something going on between you and Arthit?”
Kong sighed, “That’s my personal matter, P'.”
“You know that nothing remains hidden from me right?” Tanawat tilted his head at him and Kong smiled.
“Then I think you should find it on your own.” Kong uttered, crossing his arms over his chest, trying not to feel that sudden tug in his chest.
“Anyway, you asked for proof…. I got it from here.” Tanawat said passing the piece of paper and Kong straightened up, reading the certain address mentioned on it.
“You never got it from me.” Tanawat added and Kong nodded before looking up at him.
“Thanks.” Kong said, taking a deep breath before he got to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulders and started to make his way out.
Kong started to make his way out of the office but as soon as he stepped into the elevator and stood there, silent…. Kong remembered that Arthit might be in his own office but Kong had already his mind set, he needed to get away from this, but something inside him was snapping at him rather annoyingly.
This could be the last time….
He’ll never meet Arthit again.
And before Kong could stop himself, he had pressed the floor's button to Arthit’s office.
Kong didn’t have the guts to enter just like that, so he stood by the open door of his office, watching him as Arthit seemed pretty busy going through some files, he looked too focused to notice him.
Kong wanted to leave then, this was the last sight of Arthit he wanted to carve into his mind before he left, this silent Arthit who seemed so harmless….
Kong froze from his stance when Arthit looked up rather abruptly.
“Are you even going to come inside?” Arthit shrugged.
“Nah, pretty much planning to stare the glares down from here while you stay busy.” Kong commented anyway while forcing himself not to smile.
“Why are you here anyway?” Arthit asked as Kong finally entered, silent and thinking a little too much before leaning against Arthit’s table.
“Just… had some work to look up before I go…. Also, why are you so busy all of a sudden?” Kong asked.
“Because…. Well, I needed to look up into some of the clans…. You were so right, thank goodness we actually managed to have good relations with the other mafia families otherwise they would’ve come behind us…”
“See, I'm always right.” Kong shrugged his shoulders before watching as Arthit nodded before going back to focus on the file.
Arthit rolled his eyes before focusing back, “Well, now I have to give some of the wealth and manpower to them as tributes.”
“Anything better than having your neck saved, right?” Kong said, looking at Arthit who worked silently, not really replying to him.
Arthit didn’t ask Kong, letting him stay there while he worked without being conscious of his presence until his phone buzzed on the table, receiving a text message that Kong was fast enough to read the sender’s name.
Chiya.
“Why is she texting you?” Kong spoke up too fast even for himself.
Was it insecurity?
Or was it the disappointment that Chiya was still not free from under Arthit’s grasp?
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Bad Romance
FanficKongpob was everything but average, though he seemed so to ordinary eyes, not realising the struggles he faced with each day he encountered, working part time jobs, hardly getting sleep, growing up orphan and making his own living and somehow managi...