6 Years After • Completed

iv. Day 2

Kongpob should've been running away from the place and should've gone back to his fiancée first thing in the morning, just as he had planned before he met Arthit. Last night, he kept on deluding himself that Arthit does not have an effect on him anymore, that all would be fine if he could just go back to Samorn before any worse thing happens.

He should've gone back to Samorn.

He should've.

Kongpob pushes the bar's door open and the first thing that welcomes him is the stage where he saw him last night. The memory of last night washes through him– with every minuscule detail of Arthit's face, even up to the almost invisible scar he knows so well, the scar Kongpob used to trace with his tongue, he remembers how rough yet somehow how even it goes with Arthit's face, how Arthit loudly mewls whenever he does it, his heated whispers, his-

Shit.

Kongpob turns his head away when he feels something stirring in him. Really, he should stop his convoluted thoughts, he has a fiancée.

"Hey, aren't you the guy from last night?" Aside from the barman and him, no one is at the bar at the moment. Kongpob reckons the barman is the owner as well. The barman looks at Kongpob funnily and stops wiping the countertop. "Wait, didn't you say you have a flight to catch on? Why are you here? Who are you looking for? Is it Arthit?"

Kongpob meekly nods.

"Thought so," The barman tuts and shakes his head as he chuckles. "That son of a gun, he lured another one. Well, I actually don't blame you man, he's not called the star of the night for nothing."

"No. It's not like that."

The barman reaches forward and pats his shoulder. "It's cool, man. No judgment here. You are not the first man to look for him after hearing him singing. Men and women flock to him. You are no different."

Somehow, hearing the barman saying he's no different from the people admiring Arthit infuriates him to no end. How badly he wants to tell this guy his history with Arthit just to make him realize Kongpob isn't just someone. Kongpob is different. Kongpob clenches his jaw and pushes down the urge to ask the barman if Arthit responds to the invitations. Because if he did, well, it would feel so shitty.

No. Stop. Enough is enough.

Why the hell is he so jealous for? Does it matter if Arthit flirts with anyone or if Arthit happens to fall in love with someone else? Arthit left him, isn't that the whole purpose of this drama? Arthit doesn't love him anymore but he just doesn't have the balls to tell him so he did the only thing a very Arthit-like. Leave and hide from him like a coward.

Right. He shouldn't be affected anymore. He shouldn't feel anything towards that person anymore. Not to that heartless person.

"No. Really, I just want to talk to him before I left."

"So, you know each other then?"

"Do you know where he is?" Kongpob has had enough. He just wants to have a nice civil talk with Arthit for the last time.

"Seems like the two of you know each other from the past. I did see it from the way he smiled at you last night. He was happy to see you, it's like the first time I've seen him that happy again, well, of course except when-"

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

"Just tell me where he is."

The barman chuckles. "Woah, easy there lion, he's probably walking around by the shore or he's with Irish-"