phop, and even stared at Kongphop a little embarrassedly, Arthit smiled, "Well, but he does look good, hehe."
"Thank you senior." The drunk senior is so cute. With a sigh in his heart, Kongphop still pretended to be cute. He watched Arthit drink up all the warm water in the glass, then reached out to take the glass and put it away, "Don't be sad, senior, she is not good enough for you."
Arthit's eyes widened upon hearing this. He grabbed Kongphop's collar, completely unaware that his drunken and red-eyed appearance was not a threat to Kongphop at all, but rather like a child who was about to cry: "Who...! Who told You and I got dumped?! I obviously never told anyone..."
Kongphop gently held Arthit's hand. It's a little different from what I imagined, this hand is cold and cold, making people want to warm it up. So Kongphop tried his best to make his sun warmer within a limited time: "Just now, the senior himself told me."
Arthit stared at Kongphop for a long time, then slowly let go of Kongphop's collar, and by the way, also shook Kongphop's hand away. He smirked twice, picked up the wine glass that he hadn't touched for a long time: "You... what do you know? Do you know me? Do you know her?"
"I don't know your ex-girlfriend." But I know you. Swallowing the second half of the sentence back, but deliberately emphasizing the word "before" very clearly, Kongphop felt a little childish. He took the wine glass from Arthit's hand, "Because if it were me, no matter how far you go, I will watch you. I will become better for you, and become a person worthy of standing by your side."
As if surprised by Kongphop's sudden speech, Arthit stared at Kongphop's face, blinked in bewilderment, and even stopped grabbing the wine glass, turning into an ambiguous gesture. After a long while, he seemed to finally come to his senses, and moved back to move away from Kongphop. He looked at Kongphop silently, his face blushed a lot belatedly: "You figure it out, I don't like men."
"Me too." Kongphop responded to Arthit's gaze with a smile, "May I make a bet with the senior?"
Perhaps reassured by Kongphop's "I don't like men", Arthit obviously relieved the weight from his shoulders. He blinked again, looking dumbfounded: "What?"
"Before I meet with my senior next time, I will become a very good, very good person, so good that my senior can't pick a thorn." Kongphop moved forward quietly, unknowingly shortening the distance with Arthit. He also leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkled, "So, can you wait for me?"
"Huh?" Arthit, whose reaction was a bit slow due to alcohol, obviously failed to turn the corner, "What are you waiting for?"
"It's up to you how you understand it." Kongphop joked with a smile. He put the wine glass back into Arthit's hand, and asked the waiter to take another glass of wine. He raised his glass to Arthit, "Even if you go back to sleep tonight and don't remember me when you wake up, I'll just take it as the price for my cowardice. But I promise you, I will Carry out this agreement."
Arthit frowned and tilted his head, obviously he didn't understand most of it, and of course Kongphop didn't want Arthit to understand. After a while, Arthit shook his head as if half giving up. He raised his head and smiled: "You... you are really a strange person, are all campus gentlemen so strange?" He leaned over to touch Kongphop's wine glass, and drank it down without waiting for Kongphop to stop him. He turned his wine glass upside down and motioned to Kongphop, "Then I wish you success, strange boy."
How could he forget that the sun he likes has always been like this. Hearty and stubborn, exuding an inescapable charm. Kongphop looked at the Arthit in front of him, whose eyes were glistening because of drunkenness, but his eyes were fixed on him alone, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. Following Arthit's example, he drank all the wine in the glass and showed Arthit the bottom of the empty glass: "I wish you success abroad, senior."
"That's natural." Arthit put the empty wine glass on the table and "slapped" one side, with a very confident expression, "You said you want to be excellent, right? As a senior, of course you have to become even better hahahahahahahaha Ha ha ha ha… "
Laughing more and more quietly, Arthit finally closed his eyes and fell asleep on the sofa. Kongphop was a little dumbfounded, but felt that Arthit, who was sleeping defenselessly in front of him, was cute. Cautiously, he reached out and fiddled with Arthit's bangs. It was soft, touching Kongphop's fingertips, and his heart also became itchy.
He took back what he said. It is enough to not want to know him, to look at him, it is all fake. He wants to make his sun his own—he loves him.
"Go to sleep," Kongphop leaned into Arthit's ear, cautiously as if afraid of waking Arthit up, and his voice was very soft, "I will always be with you."
"I remembered." Kongphop was woken up by Arthit's muttering. He opened his eyes slightly, his sun was lying beside him, looking at him vigorously, but he didn't let go of his hand on his waist, "At the farewell party of my junior year, the one next to me said a big You are the one who made strange remarks, right?"
Kongphop laughed softly, but didn't reply for a long time. Arthit feigned anger and pinched Kongphop's nose, making Kongphop beg for mercy, and Arthit let go. Kongphop leaned over and rubbed Arthit's nose: "You just remembered now, senior? I'm so sad."
"It's so easy to remember what happened ten years ago." Arthit muttered, but his expression seemed a little guilty.
Kongphop can understand, Arthit probably because he told Arthit a little secret during the day, so that Arthit vaguely remembered that a junior said a lot of incomprehensible words in front of him that night, otherwise, if Artit remembered that the junior was Mr. Campus It would be impossible not to recognize him. He smiled and hugged Arthit tighter: "It's okay, in fact, I also dreamed about what happened in college just now. I'm very happy to be able to think of the same thing at the same time as my senior."
"You're so easy to please." Arthit stared straight at Kongphop with a smile in his eyes.
"Because I have you by my side, nothing in this world can disappoint me now." Kongphop leaned over and kissed the corner of Arthit's lips. He backed away slightly, with straight and hot eyes, like the timid student in college, and now the mature man who wants to hold the person he likes firmly in the palm of his hand, "Even if you don't remember, I will Also standing in front of the senior. Do you think I am good enough now?"
"Hmm... not bad." Arthit woke up in the middle of the night, obviously still a little sleepy. He yawned and rubbed against Kongphop's arms, "Even if you're not good, I'm still falling on you..."
Kongphop stroked Arthit's hair, and closed his eyes with a smile.
Luckily for him, his crush is a bar of dark chocolate. Bitter in the mouth, it melts to the end, leaving only a mellow sweetness.
The only person he likes, the one he loves the most, is now close at hand.
-TBC.
May everyone's secret love be a piece of dark chocolate that is bitter before sweet
twenty two.
*turning point, attention attention attention attention
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Krist fiddled with his tie uncomfortably. He looked at himself in a suit and leather shoes in the mirror, and gently played with his hair with his fingers, before finally nodding in satisfaction.
In order to satisfy the bad taste of the lead guitarist's girlfriend, they will wear suits throughout today's performance. Seeing the always unscrupulous senior with a bitter face, almost kneeling down to beg them, Krist laughs like everyone else and has a stomachache, while thinking in a corner of her heart, it’s so good to fall in love, in order to let like Happy people can really do anything.
He can do anything for Singto too.
"Yo, you look handsome today, Brother Krist."
Hearing the familiar voice, Krist almost rolled his eyes. Why do you feel that this person appears frequently recently? He turned his head and said with a dry smile: "Brother God, no one else is allowed to enter the backstage."
"Am I a handyman? I don't know who took the drumsticks to trouble the shopkeeper again. I'm just a handyman." God raised his eyebrows, and took out a small bag embroidered with Pikachu from his backpack and handed it to Krist.
Seeing it, Krist immediately stretched out her hand to pick it up with a smile on her face, but God took advantage of his height to feign stretching, and stretched the small