His Royal Highness' Bleeding Heart
Tine is happy and contented. He's slightly buzzed and tipsy.
He danced with Man and Boss. Green booked for a couple of dances with him consecutively. Even Prae and Earn dragged him out for a dance or two, and he could feel everyone's envious eyes, having two pretty girls by his side.
He avoided Sarawat and Pam like his life depended on it. He caught Sarawat looking at him once too many, and he didn't want any trouble.
He was on his way to bathroom when he saw a guy cornering Earn. Frowning, he walked over towards them.
Earn is hissing, but the guy had his hand on her shoulder, trying to talk to her.
“Hey!” Tine called. Earn looked at him in obvious relief, but the guy’s face hardened.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“She doesn’t want to be here,” Tine stated out the obvious. “Stop bothering her.”
It was in slow-motion, and Tine didn’t even realize it was happening until there was a deafening crack from the man’s fist connecting to his face.
He fell on his back. He groaned in pain but quickly look up in fear that the guy will punch him again.
Man came out of nowhere and punched the other guy. There was a scuffle, and people yelling. Earn was at his side, checking his face.
Somebody dragged him away and made him sat on the couch.
His head was pounding. Someone had put some ice on it.
“Hey…” he said meekly. “Where’s Earn? Is she okay?”
He could hear a low voice. Sarawat? “She’s fine. Shaken, but Prae is with her.”
“Good,” he sighed. “I wanna sleep.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t let that,” the other man said, his voice fond. “Drink. And talk to me.”
“I’m such a wimp,” he moaned.
“You literally punched a guy for someone you barely know. I won’t be too hard on myself.”
He turned to his side and half opened his eyes. Sarawat was blinding, with the lights behind him .
“Pam wouldn't have been in this trouble. Pretty Pam, with all her gifts,” he was mumbling. “No wonder everyone loves her.”
“Tine, you are not making sense,” Sarawat brushed his hair aback. “People love you.”
“Oh god, Pam hates me so much,” he said, almost hysterical. “And everyone listened to her. My parents literally don’t give a fuck about me after I was born. Do you know who fucking raised me? Type. The fucking Prime Minister. Dim and Green and Prae. God, I hate it here,” he bursted into tears. That punch must have really fucked him up in the head. “I hate myself so much because I love Pam because she’s my sister but she took everything that I want.”
Sarawat hugged him and brushed his hair while Tine cried his heart out. He was drunk, dizzy and terrorized, and Sarawat’s warmth is calming to him.
He must have fallen asleep.
He woke up in an empty room. He was groggy, and he waddled outside, trying to find his friends.
One of the more friendly waiter remembered him as the guy who saved Earn, and gave him free drinks on the house. He took it, lingered for a bit and head outside to take a break.
Tine was humming and drinking, enjoying the cold outside when someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Wh..."
He was fiercely kissed. Sarawat has his face cupped in his hands, and he was kissing Tine like his life depended on it.
There was a crash, and Tine think it's because he had dropped the mug he was holding. Sarawat took advantage of his free hands. He pinned Tine's hands on top of his head, and pushed him back against a wall. They broke it off for air, and Tine stared at the man in front of him.
Sarawat's eyes were wild, and he was looking at Tine as if that was the first time he was actually seeing him.
"Tine..."
Tine looked at him. God, he had taken so much from Tine.
Tine loved him like the fool that he is.
Tine leaned forward and kissed him gently. Sarawat closed his eyes and sighed. Tine smiled sadly. "Let me go."
Sarawat's eyes snapped open, and he was looking at Tine desperately. "Tine, please."
"You have Pam," he reminded gently. "I was being unreasonable before, I'm sorry. You are Pam's intended, not mine."
"But I like you, don't you see?" Sarawat said desperately. "I like you from the first time I saw you. And I think..." he closed his eyes. "I think I love you."
Tine almost broke down and cry.
"Is it my body? Do you want to fuck me?" he blurted out. Sarawat looked at him, horrified.
"No!"
"Then," Tine sighed. "We are going to be brothers-in-law. Please, can you let it be?"
Sarawat stepped behind, giving Tine the chance to compose himself.
He ran.