Password 2

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Arthit scrunched up the iced coffee as he witnessed the scene before him. He was bringing it for Kongpob as a thankful gesture and several other hidden motives, but his mood soured immediately.

As he looked on a girl confessing to Kongpob. His Kongpob.

Well he was out of hearing range but he could still make out by their body Language. The girl looking bashful and Kong looking awkward and embarrassed.

Arthit couldn't watch anymore as Kongpob smiled at the girl. He retreated. Found an empty classroom and went inside.

He sat sulking, looking at the drink.

Was he late?

Why was he so slow?

Was it true?

If so, what will he do now?

He's sure he would have to change college. Because he most certainly cannot see Kong getting lovey dovey with any other person. He would die.

He sighed and felt like crying.

"There you are!!"

He looked up to see Kong entering the room but then quickly looked away too. And the said person took a seat in front of Arthit.

"Is that for me?"

"............."

"I came to inform you that I did what you asked me too"

Arthit grunted in response.

"........."

"............."

"Uh..well...I'll take my leave then", Kong got up.

"Are you dating that girl?"

".........."

".........."

"No, she doesn't have the password to my heart"

"Huh??", Arthit's head shot up.

Smiling, Kong sat down again.

"Do you want to know the password?"

"I...uh.....I.....um..."

"Arthit"

"Yes?"

"Is the password"

Color started blooming on Arthit's cheeks as the words sank in. He thumped his head on the desk and hid his face.

Kongpob chuckled as he saw Arthit's red ears.

"It's for you", came the muffled voice.

"Huh?"

"The iced coffee"

Arthit could tell that Kongpob was smiling as he sipped the drink.

And Kongpob could tell Arthit was smiling too, even though he was hiding his face.

After all, they had the password for each other's heart.

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