[First-year student] I am not him

He said decisively, "You still have injuries on your back and arms, so you can't move too much. I'll help you."

As he spoke, he wanted to reach forward again.

Arthit's performance this time was very firm: "I said I can do it myself!"

The bruises on his body were not serious, and even if it really hurt after some movements, it was not unbearable.

The movements of Kongphop's hands paused, but he stubbornly did not back down: "Arthit, I really just want to help you take a bath. How can I rest assured that you are so hurt and leave you here alone. I just want to Just helping."

In fact, Kongphop seldom calls Arthit by his name directly, and usually uses the title of "senior" most of the time.

But maybe they didn't realize that every time he called him that, Arthit seemed to become more compromised.

Perhaps this kind of title that sounds more equal will really give people some psychological hints, making Kongphop, who is usually gentle and used to it, a bit more latent strength.

Arthit was still muttering: "What is there to worry about here?"

"The ground is too slippery, and you have no ability to move now." Kongphop's words seemed irrefutable.

"But..." Arthit was still struggling.

Kongphop interrupted him involuntarily: "Is Senior Arthit afraid?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of!"

"Like... making a fool of myself in front of me or something." Kongphop pointedly glanced at a certain part of him.

Arthit's good foot kicked straight in his direction.

Kongphop reflexively wanted to dodge, but held back, and took his kick abruptly.

But even so, the stool that Arthit was sitting on slipped on the floor, almost knocking him to the ground.

Kongphop endured the pain, and stretched out his arms to hug him: "Look, you almost fell down when I was here."

"You—" If he wasn't here, how could he kick this kick!

But Kongphop didn't give him room to argue, his brows were tightly frowned: "Anyway, I won't let you here alone."

With his support, Arthit sat upright again, only to realize that his legs were all red from being kicked by himself.

He obviously didn't even wear slippers, and he didn't know why this kid was so delicate.

Just thinking about the situation when Kongphop endured the pain and wanted to protect him just now, Arthit seemed to be dumb for a moment, and obediently raised his hands to cooperate with his movements, allowing him to take off the T-shirt from his body.

The scrape on Arthit's arm was fine, nothing serious, but there was a serious swollen lump on his back.

Kongphop frowned, and lightly touched the red and swollen edge: "Does it hurt?"

Arthit straightened his back uncomfortably, and muttered softly, "It's okay."

For a big man, this level of pain is really nothing.

But Kongphop still looked very concerned: "It's better not to touch the water, you can't just wash it directly, I'll help you take a shower."

"I'll do it myself..." Probably because he knew that his protest was useless, Arthit spoke this sentence weakly.

As expected, Kongphop ignored him, and casually threw the lollipop with only one bare stick into the trash can, then squatted down again, and stretched his hand towards Arthit's waist.

Arthit quickly covered his pants.

Kongphop raised his head helplessly: "Don't worry, just take off the outside, otherwise how can you take a shower?"

Arthit hesitated for a long time, but finally moved his hand away.

Because of the injury on his foot, Kongphop was even more cautious in his next actions.

Let Arthit wrap his arms around his neck, stand up from the stool a little bit, and pull down his outer pants.

Carefully helped him to sit down again, and bit by bit, rubbed the shorts off his legs.

Arthit was already prepared for a burst of pain, but he didn't expect that until the shorts were completely detached from his body, he didn't feel any pain.

However, he did not feel relieved.

At this moment, only a pair of thin underwear is left on his body, while Kongphop standing in front of him is still neatly dressed.This strong contrast made people feel uncomfortable all over. His skin was pale, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment at all. Coupled with the steaming steam in the bathtub, his whole body might be completely red again.

Thinking of this, Arthit felt that there was no place to put his eyes, so he could only glance around.

However, Kongphop is surprisingly serious.

His eyes didn't even stay on Arthit's body much, he turned around and took the towel on the hook, soaked it back and forth in the warm water in the bathtub, wrung it out vigorously, and then carefully wiped Arthit's bath.

He was also very careful when wiping, always carefully avoiding the wound on Arthit's body, and even his movements were very gentle.

It's not that Arthit didn't let him take a bath.

In the past, Kongphop just took people in the bathtub, and things would develop in an indescribable direction after washing.

But now Arthit feels more uncomfortable than he did then.

Although he washed him with great care, Kongphop never looked at him, and didn't even say a single syllable. He just helped him wash his body without any hesitation.

Not to mention that there was no misfire that Arthit was worried about, and even... Kongphop's actions looked more like he wanted to complete a task quickly.

This made Arthit, who was still worried, feel a bit stuck in his throat.

Remember before, unless he was really tired, Kongphop would never let him go in the bathroom.

He often pounces on him after washing, and puts the responsibility on him.

"Senior Arthit is really too shy, my earlobes are so red, how could I bear it."

But now, even though he kept saying that he really fell in love with him, his body's reaction would not lie.

Arthit couldn't help feeling a little tight in his chest.

He couldn't help reaching out to cover his earlobe.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Kongphop grabbed his hand suddenly.

Arthit was startled, and hurriedly looked up at him.

Kongphop swallowed, and his voice was too dry: "Senior Arthit, please stop seducing me."

This... seems to be very different from the version he thought?

Arthit raised his eyes in a panic, only to find that Kongphop's eye sockets were all red, and there was a thin layer of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. It could be seen that he had endured extremely hard.

Arthit's face couldn't help but burn again.

"Where did I seduce you!" He blushed and argued.

Kongphop's palm covering the back of his hand moved slowly until it rested on his fiery face: "For example, now."

The two got closer and closer, so close that they could clearly see themselves in each other's pupils.

Arthit couldn't help feeling a bit of astringency in his mouth.

He forgot about his injuries and stepped back in a panic.

The little stool slipped on the ground again, and Arthit closed his eyes subconsciously, ready to add injury to injury, but he didn't expect that the next moment, he would fall into a generous embrace again.

boom--

He fell down after all.

But it fell on Kongphop.

Arthit kept his eyes closed all the time, so he didn't know how Kongphop got under his body in this flash.

But it is undeniable that Kongphop's actions did block most of the damage for him.

Arthit opened his eyes and struggled to remember, but Kongphop held him in his arms: "Don't move!"

Arthit was even more worried: "What's wrong? Where did you fall? Are the bones okay?"

Kongphop held him firmly, his eyes were red: "Senior, if you move around again, I really can't help it."

Comprehending the meaning of his words, Arthit's movements froze immediately, and the body in contact with him also clearly felt a change somewhere in Kongphop.

Arthit could only lie obediently on top of him, not daring to move.

But still couldn't help but glared at him fiercely: "You've fallen like this, what are you still thinking about!"

Kongphop replied honestly: "I miss you."

Arthit was dumbfounded for a moment, and his heart was beating wildly.

Facing Kongphop's suddenly thickened skin, it seemed that Arthit was really overwhelmed.

He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

The two of them were snuggling on the floor of the bathroom, one of them was already half wet and sticking to his body wetly, the other was not wearing anything at all.

But the two people who just hug each other ambiguously are restraining themselves seriously.

Tell who will believe it.

Arthit probably has never experienced such a humiliating moment in his life.

Finally, he didn't care about his demeanor, he gritted his teeth and said in Kongphop's arms:

"Get out of the bathroom, get out of here!"

They didn't lie on the floor for long.

Probably because he was afraid that he would catch a cold, Kongphop calmed down a little, and then carefully helped him up.

He hurriedly scrubbed Arthit clean, wrapped him in a towel, and carried him back to the bed.

However, Kongphop didn't get out of the apartment as he wished.

Poured Arthit a glass of warm water and put it on the bedside, and he hurried into the bathroom again.

Hmm... His clothes are all wet, and he needs to take a good shower.

That's right, it's just a shower.

Arthit hypnotized himself repeatedly, but when he heard the continuous sound of water in the bathroom, he finally couldn't hold back a low curse.

Go to his shower!

How could he not know what that guy was doing inside!

What's even more shameful is that Arthit couldn't help but feel a surge of anger when he thought of what might be happening in the bathroom at this moment.

He gave up on himself and buried himself in the quilt, not even wanting to lift his face.

But the more he tried to calm down, the more sensitive his senses became.

Eliminating visual distractions, he could even hear Kongphop's heavy breathing that he couldn't hide except for the sound of water in the bathroom.

He was also just at the age of youth, how could he not feel it when he was pressed and kissed by Kongphop just now.

It was so easy to calm down, and now I am in such an embarrassing situation.

If I had known, he might as well not have taken a shower.

The feeling of not taking a bath is probably not more uncomfortable than it is now.

After a long time, Arthit finally heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop.

Immediately afterwards, the door opened with a click, and the sound of Kongphop's footsteps also sounded in the room.

Arthit's body tensed again involuntarily.

But the person who just did something bad didn't feel guilty at all, he went to the bed and sat down, approaching him: "Is Senior Arthit asleep?"

Arthit gripped the quilt tightly.

Kongphop saw that he didn't answer, so he didn't ask any more questions, just picked up the ointment on the bedside table, rubbed some on his fingertips, and touched Arthit's back lightly.

Arthit didn't raise his eyes, naturally he didn't know his movements, the wound on his back was suddenly touched by his cold fingertips, which made him tremble all over.

He had just taken a shower, and his fingertips were so cold.

It looks like I took a cold shower just now.

Arthit really admired himself, he was still thinking about these things at this time.

"Senior, take some medicine before going to sleep."

Kongphop sensed his nervousness and couldn't help comforting him in a low voice.

But for Arthit at this moment, any of his touches is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

"Don't..." Arthit opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was so hoarse, it sounded like he was holding back something.

He couldn't help being startled, and the muscles all over his body tensed even more.

And Kongphop obviously understood his crux in the next second.

Kongphop froze for a moment, and reached out to lift the quilt in his arms.

Arthit hurriedly hugged him even tighter.

Being discovered by Kongphop at this time, one can imagine the embarrassment in his heart.

Arthit cleared his throat, and shouted angrily, "You've finished the bath, hurry up!"

Kongphop simply lay directly behind him.

The chest carefully avoided the wound on his back, but it still held him accurately in its arms.

…………

"Senior..." Kongphop said again in a hoarse voice, "Let go of me first, I want...to take a cold shower."

Arthit wiped off the mess on his body while Kongphop was taking a shower, and then buried himself under the quilt again.

Kongphop didn't stay in the bathroom for long, and carefully applied medicine to his wound after he came out.

But Arthit was pretending to be dead the whole time, refusing to even raise his head.

After Kongphop packed everything, he spontaneously fell asleep next to Arthit.

After being served in one way or another by others, Arthit didn't even have the momentum to chase him away.

The next night, the two of them had no communication, but for some reason, after all the troubles, the embarrassment that they would definitely experience when they slept together seemed to have disappeared.

All night, nothing happened.

The next morning Kongphop had a class, and when Arthit woke up, he had already bought his breakfast.

"Senior Arthit, good morning." As soon as he saw Arthit open his eyes, he looked over with a smile on his face.

Seeing his generous appearance, Arthit could only force himself to forget about last night.

After waiting for the senior to go to the bathroom, and having breakfast with him, until he was sure that someone else would accompany him later, Kongphop finally reluctantly left the door before being late.

Arthit thought he would breathe a sigh of relief, but when he heard the door lock of the apartment clicked shut, a trace of indescribable disappointment rose from the bottom of his heart.

From yesterday to now, he felt like he had a dream.

In the dream, he temporarily forgot that Kongphop should belong to another person, stealing a day of joy.

But this dream also left with Kongphop, and it was time to end.

When Kongphop insisted on staying yesterday, he was thinking that this time was a little reward for him who had just experienced life and death.

So now that the rewards have been distributed, everything should be back on track again.

The lock on the door was turned again, Arthit's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked towards the door.

But this time it was Tuta who opened the door and came in.

"I heard from Plame that a friend came to accompany you yesterday? Who is it? Is it your childhood sweetheart?" Tuta's voice raised before anyone came in.

Arthit froze for a moment, didn't answer, but looked in the direction of the entrance and said suddenly: "Lock the door."

Tuta turned around hesitantly, and screwed the door lock: "What's the matter? Are you afraid that someone will come in and steal something?"

Arthit shook his head and smiled hastily at him: "It's okay, someone went to the wrong door before, it's better to lock it."

"No matter how stupid you are, you can't go wrong twice, okay?" Tuta complained unceremoniously, "But there is another possibility, that is, the other party covets your beauty, so they will use such a bad excuse again and again... "

Tuta also chirped a lot, but Arthit didn't listen much.

The moment he decided to lock the door, he probably had completely lost the mood to joke with others.

"I'm so tired, let's sleep for a while." Arthit turned over and buried himself under the quilt again.

Tuta looked at the wall clock on the wall, unbelievable: "It's still morning! What the hell did you do last night..."

"Hey……"

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Arthit didn't expect his sadness to last for just three hours.

Three hours later, facing Kongphop who walked in through the door, his expression can only be described as astonishment.

"Didn't I ask you to lock the door?" He growled at Tuta who was also dumbfounded.

Tuta pointed in the direction of the door blankly: "I locked it, it was really locked, just twist it like this."

As he spoke, he also gestured to his actions when he locked the door.

After gesturing, Tuta suddenly realized again: "So you said earlier that the person who went to the wrong door was Junior Kongphop? Ah...he was the one who took care of you last night!"

A little old bottom, all was lifted.

Arthit closed his eyes with a headache.

Kongphop put his hands together very obediently, and greeted Tuta: "Good morning, senior."

"How did you get in here!" Arthit asked through gritted teeth.

Kongphop raised the keychain on his hand, and smiled mischievously: "When you were still awake in the morning, I looked in the drawer, and the spare key was still in the old place, so it was easy to find."

Tuta is the only naive sect in the group of seniors who still quietly believes that Kongphop loves Arthit, seeing this situation, he immediately stood up very sensiblely: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that a junior student invited me to have lunch together , since you have someone to take care of you here, I'll go first!"

"Tuta!" Arthit looked at him in disbelief.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful he is, he can't hold back a person with quick legs.

In the blink of an eye, Tuta had rushed out the door.

Arthit never knew he could move so neatly.

He pressed his forehead helplessly, muttered a few words in a low voice, and finally said, "Why are you here again!"

Kongphop went straight to the table, put down his schoolbag, and then turned to look at him: "I will come every day from now on, unless I have classes, and at other times, I don't need to trouble the seniors to take care of you."

As he said that, he laughed brightly again: "This should be my responsibility. It's not good to bother outsiders all the time."

Talked like he was a wife.

Obviously these words sounded full of flaws, but Arthit seemed to suddenly lose the ability to refute.

Because at this moment, he felt... Even if Kongphop was smiling, he seemed to be carrying seriousness that no one could ignore.

A kind of earnestness that is hard to resist even if he exhausts all his strength.

☆、Chapter 26

In the next few days, Kongphop should not come to him frequently.

Well... because he pretty much lived here directly.

Even courses other than professional courses have escaped, and if you can't go out, you won't go out.

In order for Arthit to recover from his injuries, Kongphop even began to dislike the rice bought outside, and bought a rice cooker and electric frying pan directly. When he was not in class, he concentrated on studying how to combine meals to make them more nutritious.

The two students, even when they were in a relationship, had never cooked by themselves.

Up to now, this small apartment has really been treated like a little home by Kongphop.

And Arthit had to admit that this wolf cub was really good at cooking.

At least... After smelling the tangy aroma when he was cooking, he usually can't hold back and say that he doesn't eat a bite.

So every meal was well fed.

When the injury was almost healed, he was also fattened up a lot.

His bad friends were even more extreme, especially Bright, who always took two exaggerated steps back every time he came to visit, pointing at him on the bed and exclaiming: "It's white and fat, it can be slaughtered and eaten after two more days!"

Arthit could only silently roll his eyes back.

Even if he gained a lot of weight, he is still a thin man, okay?

People with big faces have no human rights.

And Kongphop's intentions for him, of course, everyone can see it.

Obviously originally a group of people who firmly opposed their contact, now they all acquiesced in Kongphop's care for him.

Every time he saw them tacitly changing shifts with Kongphop who came back from get out of class, Arthit always felt a sense of betrayal.

It took only half a month to go back and forth, and their will was too shaky.

However, Tuta is plausible about all this: "We just don't want to affect your judgment, and give you a chance to make your own choices."

Only Tuta can express heartlessness so deeply.

I heard that he also likes to write novels in his spare time. Isn’t the best thing about novel writers is to fool people, turning black into white, and making people see a few beautiful flowers blooming on it.

But fortunately, his own will is still firm.

Even though his mouth is soft, he has always been resolute and never gave Kongphop too much good looks.

and……

"You're injured, you don't have the energy to drive me away." Kongphop even thoughtfully made an excuse for him, "I can only show my courteousness while I'm at it."

It's just that these excuses seem to make Arthit's conscience a little ache.

In order to make sure that he never wavered, and that his foot injury was just right, he couldn't wait to sneak out while Kongphop was going to school.

I haven't breathed the fresh air outside for more than ten days, and the noise in the campus makes me feel very intimate.

But his feet can't be too tired now.

After wandering for a while, it was lunch time.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he just wandered into this restaurant where he used to eat with Kongphop.

He really hasn't eaten out for a long time recently.

Arthit entered the store, found a random seat and sat down, and the store owner came to him with a pen and paper: "I haven't seen you here for a long time, what do you want to eat today? The same?"

Auntie is talking about his favorite poached egg fried chicken rice.

He likes this taste very much, otherwise he wouldn't have eaten it for so long.

But now Arthit suddenly felt that the fried chicken in this shop seemed a little bit old compared to someone else's.

Pooh!It was so easy to slip out, why did I think of him again!

Arthit hurriedly closed his eyes, and smiled at his aunt: "Same as usual."

This is the busiest time in the store, and you usually have to wait for a long time after ordering.

In order to allow himself to concentrate on waiting for the meal without thinking about anything else, Arthit consciously picked up the newspaper on the table and carefully read the news on it.

Social version... This case, Kongphop just talked to him during breakfast... Bah!

Entertainment version... This guy seems to be the protagonist of the suspense drama Kongphop watched yesterday... Bah!

"The injury is just right, just come out by yourself!" It's okay for that guy to keep brazenly running into his mind, but in such a noisy environment, he can still have auditory hallucinations?

Arthit raised his head in disbelief, the moment he saw the person in front of him, he scratched the newspaper in his hand: "Hey, Kongphop! You... why are you here!"

Kongphop looked at him helplessly: "I've been looking for you for a long time."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for him to speak, the gentleman spontaneously pulled the chair opposite him and prepared to sit down.

"Wait!" Arthit hurriedly stopped him, "I don't know who allowed you to sit here."

Coming out of the apartment that seemed to be under a spell, Arthit finally regained his aura as a senior.

"Oh?" Kongphop looked around, "Are you sure you want me to stand here and watch you eat? Are you not afraid of other people's eyes?"

After Kongphop finished speaking, he smiled innocently at him before sitting down low.

Arthit couldn't help but look around.

Sure enough, the little dispute just now has attracted the attention of several people around.

If Kongphop really stood by and watched him eat, I'm afraid it would only attract more glances.

And he had no doubt that Kongphop would really have the cheek to do what he said.

So Arthit could only grit his teeth and endured it.

But this was the first time he had resisted, and he didn't want to end up in failure so spinelessly.

"It's like a fart, can you let me go!" He looked at Kongphop impatiently.

Kongphop replied very quickly: "I said it was impossible."

"Huh? You—" Arthit scratched the tip of his nose helplessly, "When did you become so thick-skinned? What about your narcissism? Enough is enough!"

Kongphop didn't reply, just looked at him quietly.

And just the look in his eyes was enough to make Arthit flustered.

At this moment, the elder sister of the milk tea stand came over with two cups of drinks.

"Your pink panna cotta, Arthit." My sister said, putting the glass of pink one in front of him.

Arthit glanced at Kongphop in astonishment.

Kongphop also tilted his head and looked at him with a smile.

It has to be said that his handsome expression managed to make Arthit's heart skip a beat again.

"Hehe, beauty, did you deliver it by mistake?" Arthit hurriedly turned his gaze away to look at the milk tea stall sister.

"That's right, this younger brother ordered it for you." My sister pointed to Kongphop who was sitting opposite him, and by the way put the iced coffee in her hand in front of Kongphop.

Just like Arthit has always loved pink panna cotta, Kongphop has always loved iced coffee.

From this point of view, both of them are long-term lovers. Once they like something, they will not change easily.

"As I said, just do what you like in front of me." Kongphop's smile kept coming into his eyes.

This sentence is the one he has repeated the most during this period of time.

But Arthit didn't want to hear it at all.

Because every time he heard it, his heart would tremble violently.

My favorite is you.

It's just this sentence, how dare I say it again.

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The weather on this day is a bit gloomy, it is really not a good day for going out.

However, Arthit, who finally got rid of someone's entanglement, couldn't help but slipped out the door.

Today is already Friday, if he doesn't take advantage of that guy's class to relax, he will probably be entangled again in the next two days.

If someone asked Arthit what the most terrifying trait was, he would answer without hesitation—thick skin.

Recently, he has really suffered enough in this regard.

"Hey, Arthit, it's not easy to see you as an order." Not couldn't help joking when he saw him.

In this kind of weather, Arthit also dated for a long time before finally dating someone like him.

But I didn't expect that even Not, who has always been the most honest, has learned from others.

Arthit took a deep breath and waved his hand unconsciously: "If you can not mention him, I thank your whole family."

Not couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but seeing Arthit's loveless expression, he cleared his throat wisely again, and got serious: "Don't you get along well?"

Arthit bit his lip unconsciously, but didn't know how to answer.

"Or...are you still worried?" Not really regained his seriousness this time, "For a while, I feel...he seems to be sincere."

People say that the bystander knows clearly. As a bystander who is really worried about his friends, Not naturally wants to see clearly the former heartless man.

Not's words kept Arthit silent for a long time, before finally hesitating and hesitating: "But... But actions don't necessarily come from the heart. I can't believe him."

Probably only in front of Not who is like his brother, Arthit would reveal his thoughts like this.

"Then what are you going to do? Reject him?" Not looked at him and asked.

"No, hey!" Arthit said quickly, but the next moment he realized that this eager rejection was really unreasonable, his face flushed from the suffocation, and he hurriedly continued to make amends, "I rejected hundreds of Is it useful to use it all over?"

Not pretended not to see his embarrassment, and said with a normal expression: "Since it's useless, why not try to accept it."

His words made Arthit's heart tremble, and he felt a little bit embarrassed for a moment.

Perhaps, from the moment he spoke to Not, he was looking forward to hearing such persuasion from Not.

It seems that as long as this point is said by others, he can shirk all responsibility.

And realizing this, he seems to have no choice but to break the can at this time.

"I don't know what to think. I thought it was impossible. After all...so many things have happened, I can't believe what he said. I always feel that he is lying to me again, will he still treat me as a Nuannuan." These words, once started, everything that followed began to become logical, as if all the shame had been temporarily sealed, "I don't know if it's because he is so good at acting, but I can't bear it." I can't help but want to believe him, and sometimes I feel... am I too naive again."

Said these things to Not, even when he was alone, he didn't admit it to himself.

But speaking now, it's so smooth.

It was as if he had always understood what he was thinking.

After talking about such a contradictory entanglement, Not didn't mean to make fun of him at all: "You are like... too insecure. It takes time to rebuild a sense of security, why not give yourself more time, if he is sincere Yes, and I won't be in a hurry at this moment. Just take it slowly, isn't it just saying that people's hearts can be seen over time?"

Days of time... Do you see people's hearts?

Arthit lowered his head, staring at his fingertips firmly, his mind almost became a mess.

Can he really give himself another chance to be happy as Not said?

If this self-question had happened not long ago, his answer would probably be negative without hesitation.

But now...

He couldn't help but feel a little tempted.

If, every tomorrow in his life can be like this, he can see Kongphop's face as soon as he opens his eyes.

how wonderful that would be