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Falling for Daotok seemed impossible at the start.
But now, Arthit's in so deep that he'll never recover.
Even if he wanted to.
The younger man makes his heart ache and pound and beat with a hope he'll never be able to recreate.
He wants to kiss him.
It's actually insane how badly he wants to kiss him.
But he can't.
Because they're nothing.
They could be, but they're not.
Even if he's adorable, and makes the sun look dim in comparison.
"Fuck," groans Arthit as he stares at the ceiling of his room. "Can't stop thinking about him. Can't be with him. Fucking emotions."
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
His head lifts, brows furrowing harshly as he stares at his door, but then he gets off the bed and pads his way to it instead.
"What the hell do you wa— Dao?" Arthit's irritation melts in the face of Daotok's pink cheeks and wild eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just— Will you kiss me?" asks Dao as he steps forward, pressing a trembling hand to Arthit's chest.
"If you really want me to, then I can, but are you drunk?" asks Arthit as he lifts his hand to rest on Dao's.
"Not drunk," grumbles Dao as he lifts up onto his tiptoes. "Just need you to kiss me."
"Okay," murmurs Arthit as his hand slides up Dao's arm until he can cup his cheek.
Arthit leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Dao's lips, and then there's a yell that has his eyes shooting wide open.
"Open the door Thit!" hollers Joe as harsh thuds echo against his apartment door.
"Dammit, only a dream," mutters Arthit as he rubs at his eyes while sliding off the bed.
He'll deal with his idiot friend, then maybe he can hop back into dreamland and kiss Dao again.