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Arthit can't like Daotok.
But he also can't stop the fact that he does.
Johan's right.
He's a walking fucking contradiction.
As Daotok heads into the science building, Arthit just knows, he can't give the shorter man up.
It's ridiculous.
He shouldn't have even managed to let him in, he's never let anyone in before, but maybe that's why he's falling so quickly.
Daotok isn't just anyone.
He's the one who helped him get closure after his mom's death, to finally be able to grieve the way he needed to. He's the one who carved him open and made a space for himself at the same time, and maybe that's what Arthit needed. But now he can't imagine being that open around anyone other than Daotok.
So, as he stands there, leaning against the bike, his heart is in his damn throat.
He likes Daotok.
A fucking lot.
He can't give him up.
So, time to erase the contradiction.
He sends one message into the groupchat of Med Hellions and watches it explode.
Thit: I'm not moving on. Daotok is mine.
Hill: Chase him fully, no half-hearted feelings, Thit. Can't wait to see you happy.
Fah: Knew you weren't a coward.
Jo: Good. You're not supposed to be a contradiction. Come over later and talk to North about how to win Dao over.
He's going to win his Dao over.