Mine and only mine

His

Arthit's stomach does little back flip whenever he thinks about how much they've evolved and grown together as a couple. From that uptight, flirty, asshole and the human doormat, to the monogamous, laid back, (slightly) more tactful asshole and a confident little firecracker who isn't afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

The only thing that hasn't really changed is the jealousy that creeps in every so often, in any given situation. They're both intimately aware of it, Kongpob finds it half endearing, half annoying because whereas Kongpob is still a little too polite to be outright rude to people, Arthit has no qualms about making a scene and practically putting a hand on Kongpob's head and saying "mine."

One

The coffee shop was full of people, bumbling round trying to get their caffeine kick before they started the day. Kongpob and Arthit were no different, they patiently waited in silence because Arthit was practically mute in the mornings until he had some pinkmilk in his system and Kongpob stood next to him swaying slightly in a sleepy haze.

Arthit tugged on Kongpob's sleeve before muttering "toilet" and walking away, Kongpob chuckled at how his boyfriend was so not a morning person. He went up to the barista and smiled amicably and ordered his iced coffee and Arthit's pink milk. The barista made idle small talk and Kongpob politely talked back as he gathered his exchange and napkins.

"Can I get your name?" The barista smiled at Kongpob and for some reason it made Kongpob fluster and he felt heat crawl up his neck but nevertheless he cheerily replied.

"You can! It's kongpob" He smiled politely at the barista as he wrote the name on both take-out cups.

"Can I get your number too?" The barista peered up through his lashes and smirked at him but it wasn't like the harmless, teasing smirk that Arthit wore. It was harsh and almost predatory. It made Kongpob half-shudder and he had to cover it up with a slight chuckle.

Just as kongpob was about to tell him he has a boyfriend he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, when he looked up he saw said boyfriend stony faced and glaring at the barista, kongpob was already cringing because Lord knows how Arthit deals with competition.

"How 'bout you just stop flirting with my boyfriend, make my pink milk and get lost" Arthit spoke sweetly but his face didn't change, the succinct reply surprised Kongpob as he was expecting something... more dramatic, in all honesty.

They took their orders and sat down at a table far away from the counter and the barista. Arthit was sat beside him with an arm around the back of his chair as he leant back and quietly drank his sweet pink drink and Kongpob's curiosity got the better of him.

"That was oddly not soul-destroying or at all catastrophic... Are you feeling okay?"

Arthit chuckled and took a long gulp of his pink milk.

"It's too early to start fights with working staff, baby. I can throw my empty cup at his head on the way out if it makes you feel better?" He smiled pseudo-innocently at kongpob as his eye went wide and he began shaking his hands.

"No, no, no, no, don't do that! I like this café and I'd rather not get banned from it like the last one" He stared accusingly at Arthit, but the other boy unperturbed shrugged.

"It's 2021, that old fart shouldn’t have been talking shit about gay people." Arthit said matter-of-factly.

Kongpob laughed loudly at the memory of Arthit whipping out the old man's chair from beneath him, before he sat down, and consequently getting them kicked out and barred from the café. He leant into Arthit's side and felt a kiss placed on the top of his head. He smiled up at Arthit and watched as he lazily smiled back at him and then drank their drinks in comfortable silence.