Don't Even Think About It

Chapter 8

These passed two weeks have sucked for me. The school semester is coming closer to an end so the work load is getting heavier. Work schedule keeps changing and I even got moved locations. At least I'm closer to home now.

Forgive me for the wait. I had done the majority of this one during the week but assignments came first. It's more of a filler for what comes next.

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Arthit couldn't believe that he was actually doing this. Cross that, more like he couldn't believe he was doing something he was told he was going to do.

Kongpob pulled another one on him.

This time, he had no idea how it came to be that the junior was telling his mom about their "date" and how they had "planned" it earlier in the week.

Bastard! You didn't even talk to me all week after that fight! Not that I care but when did I ever agree to a date!?

Now here he was, walking into the mall to meet up the idiot. He had planned on being late or probably not even showing up but his mother pretty much kicked him out the door and tossed his wallet behind him. Not even a goodbye, just a "And cut your hair already!"

Traitor mae.

Kongpob stood out like a sore thumb not far from the entrance. Arthit frowned when he saw a group of girls, whispering to each other. They were moving closer to the younger man or more like they were pushing a specific friend towards him.

They don't stand a chance.

Arthit shook his hair, trying to shake away the weird feeling that was taking over.

"Kongpob!"

"P'Arthit!" Kongpob moved towards him, completely unaware of (or possibly ignored) the girl that was about to tap on his shoulder.

Why do you have to smile that way? That smile is dangerous.

The hard thumping in his chest was back when Kongpob reached to move his bangs away from his eyes. His mouth went dry when Kongpob got close.

"You need a hair cut, P'Arthit." The younger man gave a quick peck on the corner of his favorite senior's lips.

Arthit knew he was suppose to be upset for the stolen kiss but he stood frozen in place. People around them were staring at them. Some were even pointing at them.

Kongpob ignored their audience, intertwining their fingers. "Let's get you that hair cut first. Afterwards we can walk around until we find something interesting."

The older man tugged on his hand. "Kongpob, let go. People are staring. Let go."

"They're just staring 'cause you're very adorable and I'm very handsome. We're a striking couple when together. Besides, I'm sure some of those guys are just jealous they're not here with you." His fingers held on tighter. "Now come on. You need a hair cut."

Arthit glanced at the group of girls one last time. Some were shocked and some were obviously crazy since they wore looks of excitement when seeing their hands.

Kongpob was weird. He refused to walk around while he cut his hair. He bounced his knee while the stylist held up a mirror so he could check the back cut.

"Kongpob..." He said while putting his left earring back on.

An awkward silence filled the air while Kongpob just blinked up at him.

"Does it look that bad?"

"Mn, it's bad."

Arthit quickly looked at a mirror, to check the cut again. He thought it looked the same as always. Nothing wrong at all.

"Oi, knock it off. My hair is fine." Arthit pouted, walking in the direction of the doors.

"P'Arthit, I'm sorry. I meant to say it's bad for my heart. You're so beautiful that my heart wants to beat right out of my chest."

Arthit's face went bright red from his comment. It got worse when he saw the hairstyles near by hear the junior and was giggling.

"Idiot!"

Kongpob smiled and chased after him. Apologizing the whole time while calling him endearments.

Arthit made him buy him a pink milk for his horrible teasing. While they waited for their orders, Arthit just had to clear things up.

"I'm handsome."

Kongpob blinked at him in question.

"I'm handsome. Not beautiful. Not cute. Not adorable. I'm handsome."

Kongpob chuckled at the senior. "Ok, ok, ok, you're handsome."

Arthit felt his face heating up for the thousand time. He walked away again with his drink.

Surprisingly, the "date" was more fun than Arthit thought it was going to be. Kongpob could be so ridiculous. Popping out of no where with different masks, shields, or toys. Randomly putting an arm around his shoulders while shoving something or another to his face. Before he knew it, the older man was laughing his head off while doing the same thing.

"P'Arthit, are you hungry?" Kongpob said while swinging their joint hands. Arthit long ago gave up on stopping him from holding hands.

"Mn, there's a noodle shop near by that I like. That's if you wanna go eat noodles."

"Your wish is my command. If you want to eat there, we'll go there."

"If my wish is your command than-"

"I'm not going to leave you alone."

"Than-"

"No, I'm not going to stop holding hands with you."

"Than-"

"No, I'm not going to stop calling you cute names."

Arthit pouted before breaking out into a smile. Before any word left his lips, Kongpob cut him off.

"And, no, I'm not going to stop jumping you. I like you. I'm gonna keep showing you how much and making you feel good."

"Oh alright. Just shut up already. I'm hungry." Arthit grumbled, pulling Kongpob in the direction of his favorite restaurant.