Stumbled In Love [Complete]

Special Chapter 2.

I am morphing into Arthit.

And I bloody hate it!

I can't believe I am even thinking that. Those words ever crossing my brain, but holy hell it was true.

Turns out being grumpy, gruff, sarcastic, and perpetually scowling looks endearingly adorable on him, but makes me just into a raging asshole.

Looking down at the phone in my hand, re-reading the email for the hundredth time, a whole slew of emotions erupted within my chest, and unfortunately neither were particularly too pleasant.

Silently making my way to my club's common room for yet another meeting, I couldn't help but contemplate what was even the point of slugging around with clubs and classes and this whole fucking ordeal anyway. Hurting my heart day in and out staying so far away from my family. From my friends. From Arthit. And for what? To fail?

That's right. I am a failure. A big, fat failure.

My eyes once again finding their way unconsciously to my phone that displayed my rejection in its full glory. The internship I had been working so goddamn hard for passing me by as if the hours I had spent preparing for it, the weeks I had sacrificed of my life to get into my dream company, the studying, the preparations, my identity as if none of it mattered at all. They had simply dropped me, their words of rejection so banal, so heart-wrenchingly simple.

We apologize to inform you but we have selected another candidate.

And with that suddenly all of my hard work was for naught. How did it even happen? How did I even reach this point? I was always known to be the brilliant one among all my peers. Things coming so easily, so naturally to me. And as much as I loathed to admit, my father's status was nothing anyone could scorn at.

But then here, amongst the sea of brilliance, I was just...average. At times struggling to barely keep up in this foreign land, while my heart and soul desperately lay back home.

Somehow finding this whole ridiculous quest for searching for my identity seemingly useless at this point. I guess you need to have an identity to begin with, to be able to even find something. Maybe I really was nothing more than the son of an extremely successful entrepreneur, destined to be in his shadows forever. Perhaps I should be happy riding the family business coattails, known as little other than the older brother of the house of twins.

After all struggling day after day has left me nothing but overworked, lonely, and a failure. Having spoken to mom for only a handful of minutes on her birthday, and not even managed that for three whole weeks with Arthit had left me questioning quite a few of my decisions today.

Dragging my feet into the room, my shoulders stooped within myself, chest caving in with embarrassment no one could even witness I dropped my bag by the feet of the chair before pulling open the binder of activities we needed to plan. Desperate to divert my mind with anything that would make me feel a little less like a loser before I could fully wrap my head around how to deal with my rejection. A cheeky smile that normally always laced my lips completely missing from the picture as I half-heartedly looked around the table to get through this meeting as fast as possible in order to go wallow alone in my bedroom.

Except raising my eyes only lead to settling my foul mood very firmly in my chest, making sure the stench of anger and disappointment would not be dissipated all that easily. The worst part of it all being that these horrible thoughts settling in my brain were coming directly as a result of staring at my non-boyfriend's face flash on my club member's computer screen.

Another fact that I had never assumed would ever come by, but somehow watching Arthit sit across for an interview big enough that it had actually made it the local news in a whole another country, with my friends gushing over 'how freaking cute his dimples looked' making the normally jealous monster sleeping deep in my core roar its ugly head rather loudly.