a sprinkle of rainbow • Completed

of fever and confessions

Summary: Everyone knows Kongpob hates Arthit to his core although they're not sure why and how. Kongpob always likes teasing Arthit, he likes seeing him getting worked up.  But one day, when Kongpob is sick, Arthit finds out Kongpob's reasons.

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"That's a dumb thing to do if you're asking me," Kongpob perks up from the side.

The class president, Arthit, quickly shoots the guy, currently leaning on the window, a death glare. "Well, I'm not asking for your opinion so shut up."

"You asked earlier if someone has a comment on it, no one is saying anything so I took it upon myself to voice out everyone's opinion. Trust me, it's going to look dumb. That's very unnecessary."

Arthit blushes in anger.

He scrunches his fists on the side. "Suthilak, you look dumber."

Kongpob laughs, not offended at all. He likes it when Arthit's giving him his attention. He's been trying to get it since earlier by being a nuisance but the class president is busy overseeing some half-finished works.

But now that he already has it, he's not going to let go of it.

"So that's a no? Are you not going to accept my suggestion?"

"That's not a suggestion. That's not even constructive criticism, that's just pure hate."

2 days before the school festival, tension fills their section. Their section is assigned to design the love café and while it's nearly done, Arthit decides to add unnecessarily complicated works.

While yes, the whole class knows it's going ruin and it will look dumb, and not to mention, it's complicated and will add more works to them which they can't do for about 2 days— Kongpob needs not to be that harsh to their hard-working class president.

But secretly, they're grateful Kongpob said that they can't handle more works anymore. They're not just saying anything because Arthit looked very enthusiastic as he shared it with the class earlier and they didn't want Arthit to be sad because he's their perfect class president.

But not perfect for Kongpob it seems.

Kongpob could've softly let Arthit down though. 

"It's not. I'm stating the fact that there's no need to add such things, or," Kongpob's smirk widens. "Are you mad that it's my suggestions we're working on and not yours? You're jealous because you want everything to be on your way."

Arthit walks closer to Kongpob, still glaring at the guy. "Take that back."

"What? So that's what you feel? As expected from the perfect class president, you don't want anyone to be better than you. You always want us to follow whatever you want. Right, Mr. President?"

"You must feel very useless right now. That's fine, I can think of many things so you'll have a use."

Arthit feels his cheeks getting warmer. "You know what, you're a very despicable guy and I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual," Kongpob says with a light expression.

Before he could burst from too much anger, Arthit walks out of the room. The class quickly exhales the tension they're feeling as soon as Arthit's out.

"Aren't you being too harsh with him?" Kongpob shrugs at Aim. "What did he do to you? Why do you hate him so much?"

"I don't know."

"He does look cute though when he's angry," Aim says with a passive tone.

Kongpob shoots him a glare. "Say what now?  Aim, are you interested in Arthit?"