[SK] I don’t have to love you

Chapter 11

Kongpohp's eyes widened in bewilderment, as if he didn't understand what he said for a while.

Seeing his expression, Krist felt even more uncomfortable, but could only continue: "Your injury will get better as soon as possible. If it is really inconvenient, please ask M or Tiw to take care of you, just as I owe them a debt." Favor."

Kongpohp finally came to his senses, and asked nervously, "Senior Arthit, is something wrong? Why did you say that suddenly?"

Krist smiled at him again, maybe he also felt that the smile was too bitter, so he quickly restrained the smile, went around to the other side, climbed into the bed, and lay down beside Kongpohp obediently: "First Go to sleep, anyway, if you want to go back, you can only go back tomorrow."

When he came, he only had a simple backpack, but after staying these days, Kongpohp's room is already full of his traces, and it may take a lot of effort to pack them all.

Krist spoke calmly, but Kongpohp couldn't sleep.

Compared with his state of mind at this time before going to sleep, I am afraid that it is already a double sky of ice and fire.

Krist lay beside him, but turned sideways on purpose, leaving only a gray shadow behind him.

Kongpohp looked at his familiar silhouette, the starlight in his eyes had gradually dimmed, and he didn't know when he was filled with discouragement and despair that didn't match him.

"Senior Arthit." In the cold moonlight that filled the room, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Is Senior Arthit asleep?"

Krist was naturally awake too, but he didn't say a word.

"Is Senior Arthit blaming me? Blame me for not answering your question." This boy who used to be high-spirited on the campus star stage now looks a little pitiful, "I was just too nervous at the time and didn't know how to answer ——Actually, I can feel that senior Arthit has never liked me very much. Between us, I was the one who forcibly entangled with you from the beginning to the end. I was afraid to say it myself, but you refused too simply, let me There is no reason to continue pestering you."

Krist's heart was ripped hard by his miserable tone.

"I really don't want to lose you, you will never understand how important you are to me." Kongpohp said these last few words with difficulty, as if they were not just two seniors who hadn't known each other for a few months , like he has loved him for thousands of years.

Krist, who had been turning his back to him, finally couldn't help opening his eyes, and the eye sockets couldn't help being a little moist.

Kongpohp's words are so true, he feels guilty when he hears them.

My heart hurts so much.

If Kongpohp knew that the purpose of coming to this world was to separate him from Senior Arthit for the person he was voicing his love for every word, he would feel very sad in his heart.

It was a sleepless night, but neither of them spoke anymore, only the second hand of the clock on the wall kept ticking, setting off every second of their silence so concretely.

It was the first time in this world that Krist expected time to pass slowly, and after dawn, he would never let himself stay by Kongpohp's side again.

However, the sky outside the window gradually turned white.

Krist got up early, hoping that Kongpohp would continue to pretend to be asleep and let him leave alone, but the other party sat up with him instead.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with emotions that the other could not understand.

Krist forced himself to smile: "I packed up my things and went back, you take care of yourself."

Kongpohp did not ask to stay.

Sometimes, people can feel it subtly, and some things are said in vain.

He is not afraid that if he is more entangled, he will look more embarrassed. If he can keep the one he loves by his side with just a little bit of embarrassment, who will care about that little bit of face?

Just understand that sometimes it doesn't help to be embarrassed.

Kongpohp leaned over, took something from the wallet on the bedside table, and put his hand in front of Krist.

The cog that failed to get out on the beach was dangling between his fingers.

Krist stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar badge, and heard Kongpohp softly say: "Senior, can you take it with you?"

This is the most important token between Arthit and Kongpohp.

In fact, gears are very common in engineering colleges, but this ordinary object is special to them.

Krist remembers that when the annual hit aired, the company specially made a lot of gear-related peripherals, which were quickly sold out due to the enthusiasm of fans.

At that time, he and Singto were just ordinary friends, and he, who identified himself as a straight man of steel, naturally couldn't remember to keep the props from filming to commemorate such a romantic thing. The two genuine gears in the original play were actually earlier. It has been lost, and even the props in the second season are actually remade, and even the colors are very different from those in the first season.

After being with Singto later, those two lost gears became a regret that he would occasionally think of.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would have such a deep impression on this gear, and he could clearly remember every texture and every engraving on it.

The token that made him feel regretful in reality, when it arrived here, he was so guilty that he couldn't reach out to pick it up.

Just like what is said in the play, if this gear represents Kongpohp's sincere heart, then what qualifications does he have to hold it in his hand?

Arthit took half a step back unconsciously.

The little hope left in Kongpohp's eyes faded instantly.

Kongpohp hung his arms down weakly, and after a long silence, he suddenly smiled wryly: "I've actually been expecting that Senior Arthit will have some affection for me, even if it's only a little bit."

Krist looked at his bandages incredulously.

Arthit should have loved him, but he couldn't help being confused at this moment. Standing here, whether he exists as Arthit, or just a twisted soul that stubbornly refuses to die because of the loss of love.

Seeing where his eyes fell, Kongpohp froze, and asked abruptly, "Is Senior Arthit too guilty because of my injury?"

Krist was dumbfounded.

He was indeed guilty, but it was very different from the guilt Kongpohp thought.

He couldn't tell the truth, so he could only murmur cryptically: "Kongpohp, I'm sorry, but you don't know who the real me is. You are safe only if you stay away from me."

"But far away from you, what's the point of my existence?" Kongpohp interrupted him.

Krist's heart ached again.

Yes, for Kongpohp, who was set by the author to be passionate, what meaning is left in life after losing him?

"I came here..." Kongpohp smiled sourly, "I came here just to love you."

Krist's grief, which was spreading infinitely, suddenly stopped, and she looked at him blankly.

Kongpohp didn't seem to realize what he just said, he suddenly started to tear the bandage on his arm: "My injury is nothing, really nothing! Look, it's almost healed, it's almost healed, you really don't have to think Guilty!"

"Kongpohp, what are you doing!" Krist yelled, and rushed forward to stop him.

But Kongpohp had already torn the gauze to pieces, exposing the flesh underneath. The place that should have been bloody and bloody had miraculously healed at this moment, and even the sutures that hadn't been removed in time were gone.

He stared blankly at Kongpohp's arm, unable to speak a word due to the shock of the scene in front of him.

Kongpohp also had some shock on his face, but he quickly forced himself to wake up, and grabbed Krist's hand with his backhand: "I'm just afraid that you will leave, I think if the injury is not good, you can stay and take care of me, So the wound has been bad, it's all because of me! It's my psychology! It has nothing to do with you, and you don't have to feel sorry! With you, I won't get hurt! Arthit—at least, at least Don't stop me from approaching you, okay?"

The wound that was still a mess yesterday, just after Krist realized that it was his subconscious mind that was causing the trouble, healed overnight.

Even if Kongpohp kept saying that it had nothing to do with him, how could he believe it?

Krist suppressed the surge in his chest, shook off his hand, and said with difficulty: "Kongpohp, how could the wound like yesterday heal in such a short period of time? Don't you feel scared?"

"Arthit—" Kongpohp wanted to hold him back, but Krist threw him away again.

"I'm not your Arthit!" Krist's heart ached like it was about to split from the middle, "I'm not..."

Kongpohp stared at him in horror.

"I have to leave, I have to get out of here—" Krist has controlled himself for so long, but once his emotions break down, it is difficult to suppress it, "Didn't you notice? Everything is not normal here! Everything is not normal— —it’s not supposed to be like this. It’s just me leaving, I leaving—”

Seeing his fierce reaction, the panic and fear in Kongpohp's eyes faded away little by little, and was gradually replaced by the indissoluble ash.

He lowered his head, his voice was so soft that it seemed to disappear between his lips and teeth: "I will really, really work hard to play your Kongpohp, even so, can't you be with me? Senior Arthit."