Knot put the chamomile infusion on the coffee table and ruffled Arthit's hair. The young man had showered and changed with the clothes borrowed from his friend, but his eyes were still lost in nothingness. When he arrived at Knot's apartment, he was crying like a child, agitated and at the same time exhausted by all this distress. He had managed to calm his nerves a little, but Knot knew that he was now suffering in silence. He couldn't bear to see his friend so sad. When he discovered the reason for all this, he was even more outraged.
"Prem and I have never liked John very much but now he has crossed the line! Stop considering him your friend! I know he supported you after the accident, but it's obvious that now he's laughing at you!"
"He's in love... He loves Kong and I understand that..."
"Don't talk nonsense! If he loved him from the beginning, why did he do all this sham?! You gonna tell me he changed his mind in a snap of the fingers?! First he says he's going to clear things up with Singto and a few minutes later, he kisses him?! That's ridiculous!"
Arthit drank a sip before shaking his head.
"I don't know Knot... I can't think. All I know is that I'm in love with Kongpob... But it's not reciprocal and I don't know what to do anymore... I imagined things and I feel so stupid now..." He stopped, while his tears returned one by one. "I have never been such in love in my life... When I'm with him, my whole body becomes uncontrollable... I do crazy things, as if I were losing my mind and was no longer able to restrain myself..."
"Hum. You don't need a life sciences course, do you?"
Arthit made a slight smile.
Of course he knew. He was attracted to Kongpob so strongly that it scared him. How could he forget a person who made him react this way, a person who had such a strong impact on his body and his desires? Kongpob had awakened his hidden fantasies as much as he touched him and made him want to protect him, to watch over him. The young pastrycook had become his treasure, but without even having him, he had lost him.
Arthit, exhausted, fell asleep in the sofa shortly afterwards. His friend didn't dare to transport him into the bed for fear of waking him up. When he opened his eyes during the morning, Arthit felt that his eyelids were heavy. His eyes were burning. He quickly remembered where he was and why he had come to seek shelter in his best friend's apartment. At once, the memory of the kiss between Kongpob and John came to haunt his spirit and he hid his head under the blanket, when someone pulled it with determination.
"Get up, marmot! You think you're going to spend your day under there?"
Arthit was surprised to see Prem, who was looking at him with tenderness.
"Come on! Look what I brought you!"
He swung a bag of hot donuts in front of his friend's nose, to arouse his interest. Arthit knew Prem well enough to know that if he made him repeat his request a third time, he could land on the carpet in a record time. So he got up to have breakfast with them. It was almost 9:30 when he realized, just sitting at the table, that he had received 3 messages from John but above all, 10 missed calls and 7 messages from Kongpob. His heart kept getting tighter and tighter as he read them.
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