Karmaās a Bitch (but so is heartbreak): A Khai x Third fic
For all his seemingly cold and aloof exterior, on the inside Third is Weak.Ā
Heās a fragile, pathetic mess who loves too much and hurts too deep and doesnāt know when to call it quits. Or how for that matter.
The conversation heād just overheard at the clubās restroom though, is a clear sign that it is high fucking time. He needs to let go now. The ship has already sunk and if he keeps holding on any longer he will surely drown along with it.
And yet. Itās so hard to actually let go.
He laments as much to himself as he takes another sip of the drink heād ordered when heād first stumbled, already half-drunk, into his second bar of the night. Hearing that two of his closest friends had played him like that had hurt. It hurt so fucking much and he was so mad he could hardly breathe with the rage choking his lungs. His head was ringing with Khaiās careless words, every single one like a stab straight to his vulnerable heart.Ā
Heād needed to leave. To just get out and as far away from the man he was hopelessly in love with as possible. The man who had unwittingly held his heart in his hand for the last two and a half years and crushed it in his careless grip a thousand times over.
Not anymore though. That whole debacle tonight was absolutely the last straw. Third was going to get over Khai if it killed him.
At this point he felt like he was going to die either way.
He sighs as he looks around the bar. His phone rings for maybe the hundredth time since he stormed off- Khai and Bone have been calling him non-stop since. He wonders if theyāll come looking for him if he switches his phone off.Ā
Oh well, he thinks as he turns it off anyway, they would never find him. Not at a gay bar.
It was a place quite familiar to him. This bar was his very first foray into the queer world when heād first realised he was gay back in his high school days.
Heād met his first crush here. His first heartbreak. Heād brought his first (and only) boyfriend here and theyād spent most of the night making out in a dark corner of the dance floor. Heād even met his very first fling here, back when he was single and looking to experiment, the summer before university.
Then heād met Khai and fallen madly in love and this bar had become a distant memory. Until tonight.
Heās not entirely sure how he ended up here of all places. He just knew heād needed to get away from those so called āfriendsā of his. But he didnāt want to go back home- to Khaiās apartment. Somehow, heād ended up here.
His head is spinning a little already and he knows heās going to regret it in the morning, but right then all he wants is to drink until he forgets. Forgets how madly in love heās been all this time. Forgets all the pain he has endured because of it. Mostly, he just wants to forget Khai- his stupid face, the way he smiles as he tells Third āI love youā and then goes off with some girl. His stupid voice, that hint of mockery in it when he told Bone heād ātestedā him.
āWell thatās quite a scary face youāre making.ā an unfamiliar voice drawls from somewhere to his left āSomeone mustāve really pissed you off.ā
Third turns towards the voice to see a guy, about his age, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand and a knowing smirk on his face. Third hums, uncommitted, goes back to his drink.
āYouāre one of those Extremes right?ā The guy continues on, unbothered by Thirdās clear lack of interest. āThe Film kids?ā
Third whips his head up, suddenly alert.
āIām third year Architecture-ā The guy replies casually. ā-and your reputation kinda exceeds you.ā
The guy isnāt done though, since he keeps talking.Ā
āThe nameās Phoom by the way.ā
āThird.ā Heās not sure why heās answering. Or why theyāre even talking in the first place, but heās sure this Phoom guy wants something.
āI havenāt seen you here before.ā Phoom is leaning awfully close right now and Third thinks he should be uncomfortable, but heās honestly too drunk to care anymore. āThis your first time?ā
āFirst time in a while.ā He reaches for his drink as he says it, but the glass is already empty.
āLet me buy you another one.ā Phoom offers just as heās about to call the bartender.
Of course. He shouldāve known thatās what was happening. But heās not out at the university so he usually only has girls asking him out and theyāre easier for him to read. Heās never been the best at telling if a guy is interested in him.
Which is honestly such a disadvantage.
Phoomās looking at him now, waiting for Thirdās answer. He should say no. He knows he should. He hasnāt been with anyone since he met Khai and he hadnāt planned on breaking that streak of his. He shouldnāt give this Phoom guy false hope. So Thirdās decided to say no, he has, but then as heās about to say it, Khaiās stupid voice echoes in his head.
Anyone else would be all undressed and ready to bang
So what actually comes out is-
Phoom looks surprised at his answer, like he really wasnāt expecting it. Which makes sense. If anyoneās ever heard anything about Third from the university grapevine it would have to be the fact that he ruthlessly rejects anyone that approaches him. No exceptions.
āOh. Okay cool, cool.ā Phoom says hurriedly, calling the bartender over to order them both more drinks.
Third thinks thereās more than one thing heāll regret in the morning.
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