"How is the whole friendship thing going on?"
It's been the second day of them agreeing and staying off as friends and so far, nothing has been done by any of them to transgress the whole rule book of the friendship arrangement, it feels like he's gone back to those times when they were the best of friends before they started fooling around; and if the fun talk they had yesterday is anything to go by, Arthit would say it's the best choice he has to start moving on, maybe if he realized they are better off as friends then he can let Kongpob go easily.
Arthit sets his almost emptied plate of khai jeow down and smiles at his cousin.
"It's really going well, I thought it would be awkward but it's not. We spent a lot of time talking to each other, no bitterness, no what-ifs in my mind, no secret plans of taking him away from his fiancée, nothing. We've gone back to being old buddies."
"Great! So your carnal desire for each other hasn't taken over yet? No secret coitus?"
"No carnal desire whatsoever, at least on my part there isn't and I doubt he has, that guy is so in love with his fiancée it's sickening," Arthit stands and brings his plate towards the sink, quickly rinsing it. "Coitus? Nope. Cohorts? Absolutely."
"I still don't believe that exes can be friends."
"Well, believe it or not, we're doing it and we're great at it. I can almost write a book about this." Arthit stops washing the plate and puts it in the drawer.
Arthit then leans on the sink and looks at the wilderness with a dreamy look. "I'm going to title it with: Forget the past, live in the present, be friends with your ex! It's great!"
"Written by Arthit, the ex expert, friends with one ex."
"What? I am an ex expert, that's my work by day," Irish rolls her eyes. "Personally, do you think you can be friends with an ex?"
Irish shakes her head, chuckling. "No, definitely no. At least with Faye, I don't think I can, I would just imagine all our times in bed together. But hey, maybe your book can help me."
"Don't worry, you'll have the first signed copy."
"Please don't forget to put me on the dedication page."
They both laugh at the ridiculousness of Arthit writing a book when he always goes full-on rant when he has a thesis to finish but their laughter's cut off when someone knocks.
"Arthit Rojnapat?" The man with perfectly trimmed beard asks holding a bouquet. Arthit tightens his hold on the door as he looks at the man then at the flower with skepticism. This man is very old to be one of Arthit's suitors and he doesn't remember giving out their room number, the only recent is Kongpob.
Arthit looks back at Irish and signals her to run and grab a knife in case this man turns out to be a murderer or a thief. Arthit smiles at the man uneasily, "Yes? That's me. Why?"
"Good. Sign this," The man gives him a paper and looks behind him, shouting, "Boys!"
Suddenly, four guys start entering their room bringing pots of different types of flowers, mostly colors yellow and white.
Arthit curses under his breath. "May I ask, who are these flowers from?"
"From..." The man looks at the paper sheet. "The flower shop named Blooming Box."
"That's very helpful. Thank you." Arthit plucks the paper from the bouquet and groans when he sees the message.
'Happy friendship day! Here are flowers for my best friend!'
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6 Years After • Completed
Fanfiction3 years in their relationship, Arthit left Kongpob with no apparent reason. 6 years after, with Kongpob ready to settle down with his girlfriend, he receives a future letter from Arthit dated back when they were still together, a letter that made h...
