ADDICTED: NICOTINE

CHAPTER 48

Sorry for the late update, been doing quite a handful of crying these past few days. Anyways, hope you guys are enjoying your holidays, also dont forget to check up on the last updates first, I love yall <3<3

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It was three days after the incident when Kongpob called him and asked for the smaller man's help. Kong was getting concerned as the pale man hasn't said a word about the incident. Killing. But Third couldn't lie to his best friend. He already told Kongpob about this but he did feel a little hesitant in admitting.

Placing down the utensils on his plate. Arthit sees Third nod his head a little. Confirming his suspicions. Sighing, he looks at the said man with a hard to tell expression. Though his eyes showed somehow a form of sadness, it took Third some time to realize that his friend was growing uncomfortable of the topic.

"Third, I'm doing okay, and I can handle this. If I couldn't then I would've told you guys. Plus, I don't want to impose on you guys anymore. You've already done so much for me. And please do not tell me that I can always go and come to you guys whenever I'm in trouble. We all know that not all the time I can come to you guys, we all have our own lives. Just think of this as something I need to do for myself."

Third looks at his friend with sympathy. Though it's been years since that incident he and his brother faced, it was still fresh in the young man's brain. Seeing someone die before your own eyes is traumatizing, but killing someone with your own hands is worse. It wasn't easy.

"You know I'm worried about you. You know what happened to me and Tine right?" Third asks, eyes full of concern. Afraid that the trauma would do long term effects on his friend, he tried coaxing him to at least talk to him about how he felt at the thought. To which Arthit just sighed to and replied.

"To be honest, I really don't know how I feel. But I'll come around. I guess. Maybe."

RING RING RING

A phone's ring tone could be heard at the night stand beside the bed, Third stands up from his seat to get the phone and answer it. Figuring out that it was actually his phone that was ringing, he looks at Arthit to excuse himself and answer the phone call. Arthit nods at him and Third answers the call, putting the phone against his ear.

Arthit felt a little relieved, he felt pressured and scared, maybe also a little terrified. But this was something that he wanted to get over himself. He needed to at least prove to himself that he can be independent, that he did not always have to rely on his friends and his prince charming. Though he was extremely grateful to them, the pale man felt that being able to do this just might give him that certain fulfillment he somehow always wanted.

After a few minutes, Third puts down the phone and looks at Arthit. Concern could be seen from his eyes but he tried masking it with a sweet smile to encourage his friend.

"Hey, I have to go back and help Tine. I'm sorry."

Arthit shakes his head. This was exactly what he was talking about.

"It's okay, like I said, we have our own lives to take care of and I understand that. But just so you know, I love you guys for this. Being here with me." Arthit says with a smile. Third hugs his friend as Arthit pats on his back. After saying a few words of affirmation and bid their farewells, Third left Arthit but did not forget the pale boy that he can always call him when he needed the smaller man. Servants came in to clean for a while as Arthit went to the bathroom and take a long cold bath. Something that somehow puts him at ease.

Arthit spends the rest of the day on bed, it's been like this since he gained back his consciousness. Him waking up, eating breakfast with Kong, them having sweet moments that never really lead to anything else other than heated make outs. Though he loved those moments so much he would exchange anything just to stay in his mans arms, it was just that reality bites him back once other has to go back to work. Leaving him alone inside the house like a sad puppy.

Then in every lunch time, a doctor will come in and check up on him. He was actually happy that particular day because the last check up happened a while ago before him and his friends ate lunch. The doctor did the last check up and finally removed the dressing around his arm. After doing so, the uniformed man gave him the news that the wound was almost fully healed, though he may still feel some stings sometimes but at least now he no longer needed to wear the dressing. The doctor also apologized to him in advance because of the scar that might get left on his arm when the wound heals, Arthit knew they were inevitable so he said it was okay.

Hours of loneliness and overthinking, it wasn't like he had any other choice anyways. His friends had work, even his fiancé had work to do. And here he was, in bed 'resting'. How productive can one person be? Though he was still thankful that at least some parts of his life changed, now that he was actually free. But was he really? Now that his father was gone, shouldn't he feel.. happy? Arthit heaves a sigh, he couldn't believe himself. Maybe it was because he was drawn by his rage and hatred towards the old man. But for some reason, it didn't feel right? Was he afraid of the consequences? No, because he knew that bad things were to be punished, but at least he knew this within himself and he was ready if ever. Was he satisfied? He somehow feels guilty about it but yes, because for some reason, seeing the man who literally manipulated his life go down gave him that 'assurance' of his freedom. 

Another long sigh leaves his pink plump lips. His eyes were closed so he did not notice the tall figure that silently entered the room. With a small frown but sweet loving eyes, the tanned man loosens up his tie so he can head to shower and be with his lover.

Arthit's thoughts run around so wild, maybe he was just afraid that the biggest possible consequence of what he did was to lose what he fought for. That idea has been in his mind for days now, but he never dared to speak it out. He opens his eyes and checks the time, it was still early and as per usual schedule, Kong was yet to return from work. He misses his lover. Being with Kongpob calms him down, but then again, the said man would usually get home late after a long day from work. And when he does get home, Arthit would then be asleep. He closes his eyes again, at least he didn't have to worry about anything when he was asleep. But then he suddenly feels the bed dipping on Kongpob's side, making him jump a little.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" the tanned muscular man says, his hair still a little wet from the shower. Arthit shakes his head and makes grabby hands towards him man. Kongpob then takes him to make Arthit straddle on his lap.

"I missed you." Arthit says, his nose buried on the crook of Kongpob's neck. Inhaling that addicting musky manly scent he loves so much. Kongpob kisses the top of the other's head and surrounds him with his embrace. A comfortable silence falls upon the two men, both tired from different reasons but now they have found peace.