The Heir to my Heart • Completed

xvii. kiss

from this chapter, this story will be like drama, happy fluff, smut?, angst, angst, angst, sloppy end bam!

ok now we continue from where we left off.

mentions of drug addiction and drug overdose. 

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Since Kyle's already invited himself on their 'date', Arthit just let him be. It's not as if he can scream at him to make him go away. That'll bring more attention to them, Arthit's already lucky they're on the far side, and no one seems to mind them, enjoying their relaxing night as well.

That doesn't mean, though that Arthit's not silently fuming while he scowls at Kyle, mentally hoping he'd dropped dead on his seat and buried himself in his position. The asshole doesn't mind as he's busy drinking and eating with Kongpob as if he's the one on a date with Arthit's boyfriend.

Arthit rolls his eyes seeing Kongpob taking his time finishing his bottle of beer since that's the only thing Arthit allowed him to drink. 

"P', can I drink?" Kongpob asked earlier. 

"Fine. Just only one."

Kyle laughed. "What? What are you? His mother?"

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be busy with your own business? Are you here to stalk us?"

Kyle shrugged. "I'm just here to talk with my friend, Kong. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

Kongpob's probably taking his time to stretch the time he has with Kyle. Arthit grumbles. All those sweet talks he told Arthit earlier that he's okay staying in Arthit's room just as long as they're together is probably just a sham. 

He probably told Arthit that because he knew Kyle would be here. It's reverse psychology to make Arthit pity the younger, and it worked like a wonder because Arthit's a fool. 

And now they're laughing behind Arthit's back because he fell for it, and they're happy that they're finally together and they'll be sneaking later-

He can make a story out of his boredom. 

Arthit slumps on his seat more. With the irresponsible singer leaving, there's no one to entertain Arthit anymore, and he doesn't want to talk to Kyle or Kongpob anyway. They don't mind either. They're both fine in their world. So Arthit's left to sigh to himself. 

He's already done eating since earlier, he's ordered a lot, but Arthit's so awkward he can't excuse himself even if he's dying. That's always a curse of him. He is having a hard time excusing himself from uncomfortable situations. 

A few minutes later, thank the heavens above, with Arthit staring at the fork, either wanting to bend it with his mind or wanting to gauge his eye out from boredom and awkwardness, Kongpob finally wraps his talk with Kyle. 

Kongpob stands from the stool and touches Arthit's shoulder, shaking him out of his self-destructive thoughts.

"Let's go, P'?"

Arthit stands up as well. 

Kyle wraps his hand around Kongpob's wrist, who quickly pulls himself away. "Kong? We're not yet done talking. But sure, if you want to retire, want to go to my room instead? I'm sure Rojnapat will be happier to be alone."

Arthit's frown deepens. What? Is Kyle a fake mind reader now? 

"Thank you for the invitation, Kyle but P'Arthit and I are going to call this a night," Kongpob tilts his head at Arthit's way. "Right, baby?"

To spite the already growling guy, Arthit smiles brightly at his boyfriend, with his eyes smiling as well, "Yes, honey."

"Well, you heard my boyfriend, Kyle. We'll leave you to your business then."