Moonlight

Chapter One

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔.𝐒.

Angrily shutting his phone, Krist let out a puff of air, his brows creased as he contemplated on the latest news swarming every media platform for the past few hours. His heart ached, as his eyes flickered over the glinting silver band simply placed on top of his coffee table.

The headlines have haunted him and made him remember everything that happened as if it were yesterday. Averting his gaze from the ring, he stood up from the couch, deciding to make himself forget everything just for tonight.

Heading over to the refrigerator, he found the big compartment at the bottom, containing cans of beer, and a big bottle of whiskey. His friends weren't here tonight, as he insisted that he wanted to be alone. Grabbing the drinks, as well as a glass and a bucket of ice, he went back into the living room and sat on his carpet, facing the living room table.

Opening his first can, he poured it on the glass filled with ice cubes and downed everything in just one go. With a burning throat, he groaned and continued to empty the glass.

Finally, something other than his heart started to hurt.

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A bundle of luggage and bags lay on the bed, as Singto filled in his cabinet. He'd brought everything home, from his new clothes to the bags of souvenirs and chocolates he got from abroad. He was too busy arranging his clothes to even think about everything that will happen now that he's back.

Grabbing his black t-shirt from the messy carry-on, he heard a sharp sound, something fell from the shirt. As the thing bounced, he saw the glimmering silver ring continuing to make small noises as it bounced off of the floor.

Singto held out his hand and caught the ring, opening his hands, he gazed at the band and sighed. His chest threatening to burst as the surge of emotions flooded through him.

Willing himself to stay calm, he gently placed the ring on his table and continued to arrange his clothes, when his phone rang. He figured it must be one of his friends here, as he decided he would still use the same number he had before he left.

To his utter bewilderment, he found the name "Kit" on his screen.

He had to pause, why was his ex-boyfriend calling him, right now? After all these years, why now? Did he dial the wrong number? Did he give his number to another person?

Biting his lip, he clenched his other hand and decided to press the green button. Closing his eyes, he waited for the familiar voice, the voice that he listened to every single day.

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"Kongpob, 0062! Oh— hehe," he laughed bitterly, "You're not Kong."

Singto took a sharp intake of breath, his hold tightening on the phone.

"Singto, P'Singto, did you know that I absolutely hated you for the past two years? Seeing your Instagram posts, the new people you met, those IG lives where you showed your English skills, I abhorred them all."

"That night you left, was the last time I even spoke to you. But this is probably just a dream so that will still be the last time I talked to you."

Krist sniffed, rubbing his nose with his arm as tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, "You were the reason why I stopped believing in forever."

"You didn't turn around when you walked away from me. When you walked away from our story. You just... left. And the most infuriating part of it all is that you took a part of me, mercilessly."

"Remember when you were Kongpob and I was Arthit? Because I remember it, every fucking day. I wanted to curse your name so bad, but I always remember you smacking my head every time I don't use honorifics."

"I wish we were still filming SOTUS. It was the time of my life. The start of it all," He leaned back and rubbed his eyes, "The way you looked at me? God... The way your eyes sparkled, I forgot that we were characters."

"That look never changed even after the camera stops rolling. And that's when we started to fall in love. Our story was beautiful. But now... it's not."

There was a pregnant pause. On the other end of the call, Singto had tears falling down his eyes as he struggled to be as quiet as possible. Holding back a sob, he heard Krist hiccup.

"I miss being Arthit," his voice cracked, then, Krist let out all his tears and sobbed, his hiccups increasing.

"Hey, P'Sing, can you be my Kongpob again? Look at me again like Kong looks at Arthit..." He pleaded, holding onto his phone like a child holds his favorite toy.

"...please?"

Singto couldn't hold back his sobs anymore. Hearing Krist so broken and devastated was the most painful feeling he has ever felt. He sat down on the bed, his tears never stopped falling as he heard the other cry loudly, the worst sound he has ever heard.

They both let out their sorrows for a while, the atmosphere was overwhelmingly painful. But soon, Singto heard Krist's cries subside, his hiccups decreasing.

"You know, P'Sing, the funny thing is, I still can't stop loving you after all this time."

A thud was heard, then, the call ended.

Author's Note

Hello, again! This was actually just a prompt on Twitter, but I felt like doing a full fic? I don't know if it's a long fic, though, and the chapters won't be that long. I haven't really planned this one, lol. Are you guys used to my fluff? Well, I'm trying to write some angst now. AND THIS IS ACTUALLY SO HARD.

Please note that the dialogues in this chapter were italicized to indicate that Krist was speaking through the phone.

Thank you for reading!

Lovelots,
Allie