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Arthit's POV 
                          
I am so dead. 
                          
I am so fucking dead. 
                          
When I recovered, I noticed at the corner of my eye he put the umbrella down slowly that hid us from the others.
                          
I was relieved he has still the decency to cover us. 
                          
I was still speechless, my mouth slightly ajar.
                          
My mind was in chaos. 
                          
He touched my chin and push it upward. "Close your pretty mouth, a fly might go in. " he said before striding away. 
                          
He left me frozen to where I was standing.
                          
"What the fuck did you just do? " I said between my teeth when I finally get a hold of myself. It was infuriating inside. 
                          
He stopped and glanced at me. "I was just getting back at what you did, " he reasoned out, casually. 
                          
I hate that he didn't even budge and he acted like he couldn't care less. 
                          
"You won't get away with this. " I threatened him. 
                          
He sauntered closer to me, I instinctively stepped back. "You want to get back at me too? " he offered his cheek. "Come on, I don't mind." he pointed his cheek. "Don't be shy. "
                          
"Kongpob! " I felt like I haven't done it for a long time that my throat hurts. 
                          
"Are you fighting again? " Knot asked. He was already between us before I knew it. 
                          
"Nope, definitely not. " Kong answered. "Don't you think he likes calling my name,  Knot? "
                          
I walked away briskly. 
                          
A bonfire was prepared by coach and the staffs. It's a tradition every last night of our training to 'intimately ' get to know each other by gathering around a bonfire and every one will be asked a question if the ball is on their hand after passing it for some time. If they opted not to answer, they will have to do a consequence. 
                          
I went back to my tent after dinner telling them I'd be back. I needed time alone to sort things in my head. Regardless of what Kong did, I hate the fact that I couldn't hate him.
                          
I hate that his actions affect me. 
                          
I hate that I liked his kisses. 
                          
I so fucking hate that I like the way he likes me. 
                          
Is this even right? 
                          
We're good as friends right?  We get along just fine. 
                          
Or maybe,  I should stop fighting this feeling.
                          
Maybe,  I should give it a try. 
                          
Maybe, I should open my mind and let things be. 
                          
Maybe, the more I contradict this feeling the more my mind get curious about it. 
                          
Maybe if I satisfy myself,  eventually it'll have a change of heart.
                          
Maybe,  it's just a curiosity I need to fulfill then it'll be fine. 
                          
It somehow calmed me. Deep inside, I knew something wasn't right with it. 
                          
I went out to join the bonfire. It already started, my eyes scanned the group to look for Kong. 
                          
He was so busy tapping on his phone. I wonder who he was texting. I shrugged my shoulder and sat myself between Knot and Prem opposite to Kong. 
                          
He was so busy with his phone that didn't even realize I was here.