My Man

Chapter 9

Arthit's POV

I have been known for my temper tantrums all my life. People around me had never withheld themselves from throwing that valuable piece of information in my face whenever they dealt with my temper tantrums. Some who are masochistic enough, would even tease me to no end just to stir me up and make me explode. The person before me had once been a perfect example of that.

Even though all those titles were true and accepted by everyone including me, there was one thing that people around me unanimously agreed on. I was not violent. Never had been and never will be.

At least that's what I thought until I walked in on a couple of idiots that I loved deeply was literally ripping each other's head off their body. Despite both of them sporting some painful bruises and bloody noses, I just wanted to punch both of those morons in the face right then.

That was the first reaction I had before the rational part of my brain kicked into drive and started asking all those questions like, 'how did Kong get to my apartment?', 'why were they fighting' and so on.

For a moment I was taken back to my life before a decade when I was just a naive college student. How simple life was with just attending classes, hazing training, goofing around with my friends, and of course, fooling around with Kong who would never cease to catch me off guard with his flirtatious lines or sneaky hugs and kisses?

Seeing both Prem and Kong engaged in a fight took me back to my college days where Prem had gotten into some verbal fights during our initial conversations with Kong. Back then it had never escalated into a fistfight. Even after Kong and I got together, Prem and Kong would get into some annoying arguments over silly things. But that was the end of it. Both of them knew how much I adored them and they got along well. Not just for my sake but also because they have grown close as friends.

Seeing them ready to kill each other with murderous glares focused on one another, even after I had shouted at them announcing my presence, was making me want to just drag them by their ears and knock some sense into them. If it was over a decade ago, I would have done exactly that and acted like a freaking pre-school teacher that would make a couple of kids who had fought in the sandbox to shake hands and makeup.

But this wasn't a kindergarten and those two guys who were raging like bulls in the center of the room were most definitely not a couple of snotty faced brats.

"Why the fuck do you guys think it's a good idea to kill each other in my goddamn living room?" I shouted again making everyone look at me wearily before returning back to remaining silent.

It was Kong who broke the silence as he took a ginger step towards me after releasing himself from Justin and the lawyer's hold.

"P'Arthit, I..." he started. But that one word rolling out of his tongue was enough to kick my heart into overdrive. I felt myself becoming a victim of my emotions. Before I could totally go into a panic attack, I gathered my wits together and managed a reply fighting hard to keep any sort of emotion out of my voice.

"Why are you here?" I asked in a stern tone. His face fell when he heard those cold words come out of my mouth without even an ounce of care or whatsoever. Well, what was he expecting? He was pushing himself into my life at every corner I take, after having disappeared from my life for six years. Some may argue that I was the one who disappeared. Details details. Yeah, whatever.

"Shit! What the hell happened? Kong?" I heard Wad's voice behind me as he entered my apartment and stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the people in the room.

I haven't realized that Wad's sister was in the room too until she rushed to Wad as soon as he entered.

"Wad" she cried out loud and threw herself on him wrapping him in a tight hug. "Thank God! Are you okay? You have any idea how worried I was?" she rushed out between sobs and embraced him practically crushing him.