Daotok barely lifted his head from his notes when North leaned in, concern lacing his voice. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
North narrowed his eyes. "You look super pale."
"My face is always pale."
"Is that so? Then, what's that mark?" North's gaze dropped to Daotok's neck, a frown forming between his brows.
"A ghost in my room," Daotok answered nonchalantly.
They were in an elective class open to all faculties, and North, desperate for extra credits, had decided to tag along.
Normally, Daotok studied alone, so it was a bit strange to have a friend beside him. North's constant chatter, stolen naps, and sneaky gaming breaks made the lecture a little more tolerable.
The deep blue of North's engineering jacket stood out against the sea of white uniforms, an instant attention-grabber in the mixed-class setting.
"A ghost in your room bit you?" North lifted a skeptical brow. Daotok nodded.
"What did you do to them? Why'd they go so hard on you? Let me see." Before Daotok could protest, North tugged down the collar of his shirt, examining the mark.
His fingers were warm against Daotok's cool skin.
"I don't remember doing anything to them. But I already told them not to do it again."
"As if they'll listen. But hey, ghosts have sharp teeth, huh?"
"Do they?"
"Yeah, like these." North bared his canines, tapping one as an example.
Daotok absentmindedly brushed his fingers over the bite mark again. "I didn't notice that before."
"If you told me it was a werewolf or a vampire, I'd believe you."
"Maybe it was a vampire. Maybe they sucked my blood last night."
"Ah, that explains why you're so pale! Makes sense now," North teased, breaking into laughter. His laughter was infectious, and Daotok found himself smiling despite himself. There was something disarmingly easy about being around North.
"And what about P'Thit? Last night, you dumped him on the floor, right?"
"Nothing much." North's expression darkened slightly as if deep in thought.
"Why? Is there something wrong?"
"No." Daotok tilted his head. "Why do you ask?"
North shook his head, dismissing whatever thought lingered. "If nothing happened, that's good."
Daotok changed the subject. "Did you bring your motorbike today?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Can I ride back with you?"
"What? Didn't you bring your motorbike?"
"No." North blinked, frowning.
"Then how'd you get here?"
"My neighbor gave me a ride." Silence stretched between them. North's frown deepened.
"Why'd he bring you here?"
"He said I wasn't feeling well."
"You were sick?"
"Yeah. I had a fever last night, but I think I'm fine now." North pursed his lips, his fingers tapping against the desk as if mulling over something far more serious than a simple fever.
Daotok tilted his head, watching him. "It's okay if you can't—"
"No, no, no! It's fine. I'll take you back to your dorm."
"Thanks."
"Yeah." As soon as North agreed, Daotok pulled out his phone under the desk, fingers swiftly typing out a message.
[DAOTOK]: You don't need to pick me up anymore.
A response came almost instantly.
[ARTHIT]: Why?
For some reason, the curt reply made Daotok imagine Arthit's sharp tone and irritated expression. Maybe he'd been spending too much time around him lately.
[DAOTOK]: Going back with North.
[ARTHIT]: How did North get there?
[DAOTOK]: We're in the same class.
[ARTHIT]: An elective?
[DAOTOK]: Yeah.
[ARTHIT]: Didn't Joe take him?
[DAOTOK]: North's been in class since morning.
[ARTHIT]: And you're sure he can take you back?
[DAOTOK]: Yeah, I asked.
There was no immediate reply. Daotok locked his phone and turned his attention back to the lecture, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught North sneaking a glance at his own screen, fingers flying over the keyboard.
A few minutes later, North's phone vibrated again. He read the messages, lips twitching in amusement.
[ARTHIT]: Did your bike feel like it got a flat tire or something?
[NORTH]: What?
[NORTH]: Oh, haha.
[NORTH]: What's the situation? Someone trying to move on or what? Acting like you're doing him a favor. When have you ever given anyone a ride before? Suspicious...
[ARTHIT]: Asshole.
Daotok watched as North stifled a chuckle, shaking his head at whatever conversation was unfolding. He didn't ask. It wasn't his business. "Ghost Rider." Daotok glanced up at North's muttered words.
"What's that about?"
"Nothing. Just remembered, my bike's tires are low on air. Riding with a passenger would be dangerous. I can barely manage alone."
"Oh, really? Never mind, then." Daotok nodded, shifting his focus back to the professor. He had noticed North sneak a photo of him earlier but didn't care.
North had a habit of snapping candid's. Sometimes, he wondered if any of those pictures were decent or if they were all ridiculous shots meant for teasing.
North let out a dramatic sigh. "So, how are you getting back? Is P'Thit picking you up?"
"Probably walking."
"Why?"
"Been a while since I walked and enjoyed the view around campus."
North pouted. "Why not ask P'Thit to take you and enjoy the view from the car?"
"No, thanks."
"Why not?"
"Why would I ask him?" North laughed for no apparent reason, his humor as unpredictable as ever.
"Didn't you say you didn't want a boyfriend?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason." North shrugged.
"Do you have a type? I could set you up." Daotok sighed.
"I don't know. I'm not interested."
"What if they were good-looking? Interested then?"
"Depends."
"Rich and handsome?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"What do you like about your boyfriend, North?" Daotok asked instead.
North blinked, then smiled. "He's good to me."
"I see."
"Do you want someone good to you?"
"No."
"Do you like people who treat you badly, then?"
"No." Daotok's answer was even, unaffected.
"I don't like anyone, period."
North whistled. "Wow. So firm and resolute." He propped his chin on his hand, staring at Daotok instead of the lecture. Daotok sighed, jotting down notes. North had long since checked out of the lesson. Typical.
"North."
"What?"
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Just admiring. You're actually pretty good-looking." North smirked. "Not as much as me, of course."
Daotok rolled his eyes. "Thanks."
"But you act so gloomy. Doesn't suit you," North murmured, nudging Daotok's arm. Daotok didn't bother looking up.
"It's fine. If I were as hyper as you, I'd be exhausted."
North smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Not having as much energy as me is a shame." His voice was teasing but held a genuine ease to it. He tapped his fingers against the desk absentmindedly before shifting in his seat. "So, are you really going to walk back?"
Daotok gave a small nod without pausing in his note-taking.
North sighed, the kind that was half exasperation and half amusement.
"Call P' Thit to pick you up. You came with him, after all."
"No need," Daotok replied, underlining a key point from the professor's lecture.
He already knew North would end up borrowing his notes before the exam.
North studied him for a moment before tilting his head. "Do you hate him?"
Daotok's pen hesitated for a fraction of a second before he continued writing.
"No."
"Then why not let him pick you up?"
"I can walk."
North clicked his tongue. "Wouldn't it be easier if he came to get you?"
"It's fine," Daotok said evenly.
He had already told Arthit he'd go back with North, and he didn't want to bother him again. Walking wasn't a problem.
"You're so self-reliant. Must be nice," North commented, stretching his arms above his head. "How about we eat together? Let P' Thit pick you up, and then we can all grab food."
"We can just eat together."
"Why would I want to eat with P' Thit?" Daotok frowned slightly. North's insistence was odd, but when he saw the slight pout on his face, he decided to drop the thought.
"Fine."
"Good," North said, satisfied. Daotok pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Arthit, asking if he could pick him up and mentioning that North would be joining them for dinner.
Once that was done, he turned his attention back to the lecture, though North barely pretended to listen. Chemistry wasn't exactly an engineering student's favorite subject, after all.
When class ended, Daotok packed his things and walked downstairs with North. Near the faculty parking area, a striking figure leaned casually against a sleek black motorbike, drawing more than a few glances from passing students—particularly the female ones.
Arthit's posture was relaxed, yet there was something in the way he held himself that commanded attention.
His sharp gaze swept over the crowd until it landed on Daotok and North, his expression unreadable for a moment before settling into something neutral.
North grinned as they approached. "Man, I'm tired of being stared at everywhere I go."
Arthit merely shrugged, utterly unfazed. "It's normal. So, you're tagging along, huh?"
"Of course."
Arthit raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you even coming? Go back to your boyfriend." His tone was teasing, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.
North didn't respond. Instead, he lifted two fingers and pointed at his eyes before directing them at Arthit in a silent 'I'm watching you' gesture. Daotok ignored their antics and eyed the large motorbike with slight reluctance.
He would have preferred a regular motorbike—it had felt a lot safer on the way here. But since North mentioned his bike's tires were low, he didn't have much of a choice.
Arthit hopped onto his bike easily and handed Daotok a helmet. He took it, adjusting the straps before carefully climbing onto the back. Last time, it had been a struggle.
This time, he glanced at Arthit, deciding that using his shoulders for support was the easiest method.
"Excuse me," Daotok said quietly, resting his hands on Arthit's shoulders as he pulled himself onto the seat.
"Hold onto him properly, or you might fall off," North warned. "P'Thit's driving isn't exactly safe."
Daotok gave a small nod in understanding.
The moment Arthit started the engine, the powerful roar of the big bike echoed in the parking lot, and within seconds, they were speeding off, leaving behind the curious gazes of the onlookers.
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Arthit kept his eyes on the road ahead, the deep hum of his beloved big bike vibrating through his body as he maneuvered smoothly through the streets.
The only difference this time was the presence of someone else behind him, clinging tightly to his shirt near his waist.
The sensation was unfamiliar. Distracting. He wasn't used to sharing his ride with anyone—it threw off his balance, messed with his rhythm.
He had always thought of it as annoying, but for some reason, this time, he found himself tolerating it.
It had been amusing at first, watching Daotok struggle to climb onto the seat, like a small, stubborn animal trying to scale a surface too high.
But once Daotok's hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly for support, and his body pressed hesitantly against Arthit's back, the initial amusement faded into something more complicated. He wasn't sure what it was—only that he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would.
The ride itself wasn't scary. At least, he didn't think so. He'd taken this bike to its limits before, pushed it hard in races that would make most people pale.
But he could feel the hesitancy in the way Daotok held on, in the way his fingers clenched and unclenched in the fabric of Arthit's shirt.
A quiet nervousness. If he thought this was bad, he'd probably have a heart attack watching Arthit race. When they finally arrived at the restaurant, Arthit slowed the bike to a stop and shut off the engine. Almost immediately, he felt the hands on his shirt tighten once more before slowly withdrawing.
Daotok reached for his shoulders again as he dismounted, his movements careful, hesitant, as if he were still getting used to the sensation of solid ground beneath his feet. The sight of it—of the way he struggled with something as simple as removing his helmet—stirred something in Arthit.
A ridiculous, unnecessary urge to tease. With an exasperated sigh, Arthit reached over and unfastened the helmet strap for him, just like last time.
"How can you still not manage this?" he muttered. Daotok's exhausted expression made him pause. Was it really that tiring to ride with him?
"Scared?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Daotok didn't respond, only giving a small, reluctant nod. For some reason, that simple reaction made it harder for Arthit to resist the urge to ruffle his hair.
His fingers twitched, but he held back. Wait... Wasn't last night's episode of acting a little psychotic enough? And now, seeing Daotok beside him made him want to mess with him even more? Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to want that.
Before he could act on the thought, the familiar rumble of an engine approached, and North pulled up on his own motorbike, parking next to them.
He removed his helmet and slung it over his bike's mirror before glancing at the two of them with raised brows.
"What are you two doing?" North asked, clearly amused by the scene before him.
"Just got here," Daotok replied in his usual soft tone. Arthit felt a flicker of annoyance as North easily slipped into their dynamic, as if he had been invited. But whatever.
He wasn't in the mood to argue. North grinned as he fell into step beside him.
"That must've been cozy, huh? So close like that." His voice was teasing, barely suppressing a chuckle. He covered his mouth with his hand, eyes glinting mischievously.
Arthit fought the urge to smack him.
"Shut up."
Once inside, they settled at a table, Arthit sitting across from Daotok while North plopped down next to him. As they waited for their food, Arthit found his gaze drifting toward the person across from him.
He still looked the same—calm, composed, maybe a little sluggish. Was he still tired? Had his fever completely passed? Out of the corner of his eye, he caught North fidgeting, glancing between him and Daotok with an expression that clearly said he was overthinking something.
"What's your deal?" Arthit asked flatly.
"Just curious."
"Curious about what now?"
North hesitated before sighing dramatically.
"Honestly? It's like there's this weird dead air between you two. Was it like this the whole time you were abroad together?"
"Yeah."
"This awkward vibe is something else. What's up with you two?"
"You get uncomfortable way too easily."
"No, P'. I'm normal. You two are the weird ones. It's like you're both insane." Arthit rolled his eyes.
Daotok, as expected, remained quiet, answering North's questions in short replies. The only difference was that with North, he actually smiled. Just a small, fleeting thing, but still.
North, you little brat. The conversation continued, shifting to playful banter about Johan's ridiculous wealth. Before long, they had finished their meal, and North leaned in close to whisper, "What's going on, P'? This doesn't feel like you're trying to flirt with anyone."
Arthit frowned. "Who said anything about flirting?"
"You're trying to flirt with him, right? You admitted you liked him. So what's with this awkward vibe?"
"I don't know how," Arthit admitted bluntly.
North stared at him in disbelief before shaking his head. "Wow, that makes this so much harder. And him?"
He nodded toward Daotok. "Hah. Hopeless. Why not just give up?"
"Give up? Hell no." By the time they reached the parking lot, Arthit was already tired of North's teasing.
He stopped next to his bike, where Daotok had been waiting quietly, completely unaware that the entire conversation had been about him.
"Hey," Arthit called out. Daotok turned, blinking up at him. For some reason, looking down at him like this, Arthit had the urge to just pull him into a hug.
He could already imagine it—how Daotok's head would rest against his chest, how small he would feel in his arms.
Before he could act on that thought, his hand moved on its own, reaching out—not to pull him in, but to ruffle his hair instead.
Daotok frowned, clearly irritated and confused by the gesture. He stepped back, eyes narrowing in mild suspicion. Arthit only smirked in response.
"What?" Daotok asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.
"Nothing." He handed him the helmet, then put on his own.
Once they were both ready, he got on the bike and waited. Daotok hesitated for only a second before gripping his shoulders and climbing on.
Arthit could feel the familiar weight pressing against his back again, small hands gripping his shirt just a little tighter than necessary.
He allowed himself a small, secret smile before revving the engine. Arthit maneuvered his bike smoothly through the dimly lit streets, the powerful hum of the engine vibrating beneath him.
The wind whipped against his skin, cool and sharp, but what held his attention was the faint but persistent grip at the back of his shirt.
He smirked to himself. "If you hold onto me properly, it'll be safer," he suggested, voice steady over the rush of air.
Silence. No response.
Arthit huffed, rolling his eyes. Fine. He tightened his grip on the throttle and accelerated slightly. The bike surged forward, and, as expected, a pair of hesitant arms wrapped around his waist in an instant.
The warmth seeped through his jacket, a stark contrast to the night's chill. Much better.
Why hadn't he done this from the start? He took the longer route home, a choice that was only partly practical— there was enough fuel, and the streets were clear.
Mostly, he just wanted to extend the moment. Wanted to keep feeling the subtle press of that body against his, the way he clung to him as if his safety truly depended on it.
"Could you go slower?" The voice was soft, barely audible over the rushing wind.
"No." Another beat of silence. "But if you hold on tighter, I might consider it." His smirk deepened, knowing the other couldn't see it.
Almost immediately, the grip around his waist tightened. Satisfied, Arthit eased off the throttle just a little, rewarding him for his compliance. He knew the fear was real—big bikes at high speeds were intimidating.
But the fact that he willingly trusted Arthit, even while trembling, sparked something warm and dangerous inside him. The moment didn't last.
As soon as the speed dropped, Daotok's grip loosened again. Of course, Arthit revved the engine, speeding up just enough to make him panic.
As predicted, the arms clamped back around him, the shudder against his back unmistakable. He liked it. By the time they reached the condo's parking lot, the tension in the air had settled into something quieter but no less charged.
The bike rolled to a stop, and he felt the weight behind him shift. Hesitant hands released their hold, and Daotok slid off the seat, movements slow and slightly unsteady.
He didn't say anything. Just turned toward the entrance and walked ahead. Arthit watched him go, frowning slightly before swinging his leg over the bike.
Why was he following? He had places to be. Johan's place was waiting. Still, he kept his pace steady, a silent presence just a few steps behind, ensuring he made it safely inside.
It wasn't like he needed an escort, but Arthit had made an unspoken promise to himself—to be there. Just in case. At the door, Daotok finally turned, offering a small nod.
"Thanks," he murmured.
Arthit only nodded back before stepping away, heading toward his bike. The moment the door shut, he revved the engine again, shaking off the lingering thoughts. He had other things to deal with tonight.
Johan's place wasn't far, but by the time he reached the building, irritation was already prickling under his skin.
He rang the bell, and within seconds, North answered, stepping aside to let him in. Johan was sprawled on the couch, expression already unimpressed.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Arthit smirked, tossing his jacket onto the armrest. "Calm down, Joe. Didn't North tell you?"
"He mentioned it," Johan sighed, rubbing his temple. "I figured this would happen. You're hopeless, you know that? You're never going to let this go."
Arthit leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "I'm doing my best."
Johan scoffed. "Yeah? The person you're into is interesting, I'll give you that."
Arthit raised a brow. "Is that so? So, what do I do now? Seriously, if I don't figure out a plan soon, I might just break into his place tonight and pin him to the bed."
North groaned.
"That's savage." Johan, however, didn't even flinch.
"And what? Like you've never done that?" Arthit snorted. "You mean you didn't hold back when you first got with North?"
Johan scoffed. "Restrain myself? Who the hell could restrain at the beginning?"
North rolled his eyes. "P' Joe was the worst when he was hitting on me. He didn't hold back at all."
"You liked it," Johan shot back lazily.
North clicked his tongue, ignoring him as he turned to Arthit.
"Let me ask you this—do you really like my friend?"
Arthit didn't hesitate. He nodded.
"Does anyone else know?"
"You guys. And Fah."
"Hill doesn't know yet?"
"Nope."
North exhaled.
"You won't be able to keep it from him for long. Better tell him straight up. That guy has sharper instincts than Fah. Plus, you're terrible at lying."
Arthit shrugged. "I'm straightforward. I don't lie. If something doesn't need to be said, I just don't say it."
"North's bad at lying too," Johan muttered.
"We're just honest people," North said, looking oddly proud. Then, his expression turned serious.
"But the real issue is, how do you plan to win him over? Ghost Rider isn't just anyone. He listens to his friends a lot—Ter and Typhoon especially."
Arthit narrowed his eyes. "And?"
"Me I guess? He's into kind people. Ter was the first one who got him to open up. Maybe ask him for advice."
Arthit groaned. "Of course, it all comes back to Hill. Can't I just do things my way? Just... be myself?"
North smirked. "Be yourself, but a slightly better version."
"Shut up."
Johan snorted. "Don't rush it. He's already guarded. You need to prove you're not like his ex."
Arthit's expression darkened. Kram. That bastard. The one he'd sent to the hospital. He should've done worse. Should've made sure he never touched him again.
"Why should I be scared?" Arthit muttered. "I'm not his ex."
"People carry scars."
Arthit exhaled through his nose. "Too late for that. I already bit his neck."
North's brow lifted. "You what?"
"Yeah. Left a mark. Bruised now."
"Well, that's good," Johan said casually.
North snapped his head toward him, incredulous. "How is that good?"
Johan shrugged. "The first time I made a move, it wasn't biting, but it wasn't far off."
North groaned, eyes darting between the two of them, his frustration mounting. "That's not okay, P' Johan! You can't just—"
"It's not okay," Johan admitted, his expression unchanging. "But I wanted to."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Arthit's lips. "Exactly. It's not okay, but I wanted to."
North let out a long-suffering sigh. "Ugh, you two are impossible. And for the record, Ghost Rider isn't me, you know."
Arthit's smirk deepened as he leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. "I know. If it were you, I wouldn't bother."
"You wouldn't dare," North quipped, crossing his arms.
"What a feisty breed you are," Arthit teased, enjoying the way North's patience continued to fray. But North wasn't done. He met Arthit's gaze head-on, as if daring him to take things more seriously. "Ghost Rider doesn't need anyone. He's got his career, he's happy alone. Why would he want you in his life?" That question momentarily quieted the room.
Arthit tapped his fingers against his knee, feigning contemplation. "Good point. What do I even bring to the table?"
Johan, apparently done with the conversation, shifted to get up, but North quickly pushed him back onto the couch.
"Come on, list your good points, Thit."
Arthit leaned back, adopting a thoughtful expression. "Well, let's see. Good looks, rich dad, and, well... you know."
North groaned.
"Oh, please. You've bragged about that so many times. Is it even true?" Johan squinted at Arthit, unimpressed.
Arthit simply grinned, eyes dancing with amusement. "Why don't you find out?"
Johan shot back without missing a beat, "If I did, you wouldn't get to use it."
North threw his hands up, clearly over the entire exchange.
"Let's not test that theory, P' Joe. Seriously, P' Thit, focus. Why would Ghost Rider choose you?"
Arthit's smirk faded just a fraction, his voice lowering. "Because having me around would make him feel secure."
North raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"
Arthit shrugged. "What else is there? I can protect him, take care of him when he's sick..."
"Uh-huh," North cut in, still unconvinced.
Arthit rolled his eyes. "Look, I can be his support."
North scoffed. "Support? You can barely handle yourself most of the time."
Arthit smirked again. "Fine, I'll be his burden then. Maybe his life's too perfect."
"Idiot," North muttered, massaging his temples.
"Okay, but I'm handsome. That's enough, right?" Arthit added with mock confidence. Johan nodded sagely. "Well, you're not wrong."
Arthit clapped his hands together. "Exactly! Johan gets it!"
North exhaled sharply, clearly trying to keep his composure. "Alright, alright. You said you can take care of him, fine. Protect him? Hmm... yeah, I guess that's true."
"Of course."
"And you won't cheat on him, right?"
"Nope."
North narrowed his eyes. "How can you be so sure? You've never been in a relationship before."
Arthit's expression darkened slightly, his voice turning uncharacteristically serious. "If cheating would hurt him, then I won't do it."
That shut them both up. North and Johan exchanged a look, something unspoken passing between them. It wasn't often that Arthit dropped his usual arrogance and teasing demeanor for something genuine.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Arthit asked, arching a brow.
Johan leaned back, arms crossed. "Nothing, man. Honestly, you seem really serious about this. I approve. I'm on your team."
North nodded, though his usual skepticism remained.
"You've always been on my team, Nong North."
North pouted slightly, unimpressed. "Yeah, yeah. Ghost Rider doesn't mind blunt people, so you're safe there. Just don't be too aggressive. Does he even know you like him?"
Arthit shrugged again. "I don't think so. I've never tried to hide it, though. I even asked him to hug me when I was driving."
North looked alarmed. "You were driving fast, huh?"
Arthit chuckled. "Yup. Worth it, man. I'm still in a good mood because of it."
Johan nodded approvingly.
"Nice. You've done that too, haven't you, Joe?"
"Of course. I wouldn't miss the chance. So, if he hugged you, does that mean he likes you?"
Arthit's smirk returned. "Exactly. I think he likes me too."
North groaned. "Wait. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You made him hug you."
Arthit spread his arms. "Nong North, does it even matter? Three years of knowing each other, and this is all you've got for me?"
North sighed, finally giving in. "Fine, fine! He likes you, alright? I mean, come on, you're handsome, rich, like a freaking prince. Who wouldn't like you? Anyone who ends up with you is insanely lucky."
Arthit grinned. "Now that's the kind of talk I expect from my nong."
Johan chuckled, shaking his head. "Just go for it already, Thit. Don't overthink it. And if it doesn't work out, just... grab him."
Arthit snorted.
"Yeah, yeah, just grab him. If you can't get his heart, at least get his body. Better than nothing, right?" North crossed his arms.
"Hold up. That's your advice? Weren't you the one saying to take it slow earlier?"
"I'm done with slow! Just go all in, P' Thit. If the wall's too high, knock it down!"
Arthit chuckled, standing and grabbing his jacket.
"Calm down, North. So, we're good? No rushing things, just playing it cool for now. Honestly, this whole discussion wasn't even necessary."
North scoffed. "It was. I care about my friend, okay? Everything needs my approval first."
Arthit waved him off. "Alright then, everything's settled."
As he turned to leave, Johan called out, "In a hurry, huh? Play a game with me before you go."
Arthit smirked. "Next time. I need to get back to my future boyfriend. He's probably crying from missing me already."