Banana Pancakes

Dragon & Kongpob (Part 22)

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Part 22

Dragon & Kongpob

Dragon & Kongpob.

Dragon is dependable.
Kongpob is not dependable.
Dragon would never disappear without a word.
Kongpob disappeared without a word.

Dragon says what he means and means it.
Kongpob doesn't say what he means - much less means it.
Dragon would never say one thing and do the other.
Kongpob said one thing and did the other.

Kongpob hurts me.
Dragon doesn't.

I admit that I was selfish and foolish. I was hurt and jealous. All because of one person. I guess – when someone hurts you as much as Kongpob has hurt me, you start to feel numb. Numb from reality, numb from emotions, and most definitely numb from your true feelings.

Dragon had managed to catch me totally off-guard when he made his move on me.

The end-result was this internal battle. The jaded part of me was just thinking, "Kiss him. Just kiss him. Let him kiss away your pain." The Arthit in me was up-in-arms, hissing, "Cheater. You're cheating on Kongpob."

But I wasn't the only one committing infidelity in the so-called relationship Kongpob Suthiluck and Arthit Rojnapat has – or had.

I guess the mind-space I was in was just space less. I wasn't thinking. I was just kissing Dragon.

Dragon's kisses turned out to be sweet, tender (for the lack of a better word). I never could've imagined Dragon's lips to be as soft as they were. He kissed me slowly, allowing me to choose the pace I wanted. Each time I felt his lips push back against my own, the ripple effect of each tingle ran throughout my body. Everything inside of me was telling me it was so wrong to kiss Dragon like this. But when I felt his arms around my waist, I melted so easily into him. We were kissing – really kissing.

But then...

"I'm sorry."

I broke away from him quickly, ending our abrupt encounter. Bringing my hands up to my lips, I avoided eye contact with Dragon. He was breathing heavily; I was breathing heavily – the result of our hasty fifty-seconds kiss (or was it even longer? No, shorter? I don't know).

"Arthit –"

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Forcing my eyes to look up at him, I stared back into Dragon's face. His eyes were searching mine, evidently confused momentarily by my reaction. My eyes fell back onto his lips, slightly bruised from our kiss. It wasn't what I had expected. But I had proved something so significant to myself. It was so profound that I couldn't stop myself from crying again.

"What's wrong?" Dragon reached out to touch my shoulder softly.

I shook my head, reaching up to hastily wipe away my tears again – cursing at myself to stop falling apart. "It's – it's nothing. I'm being stupid. I'm sorry."

Dragon's eyes searched mine for a while longer. Then, the shine inside of them died. I held my breath, afraid of his reaction as he started to understand why I had broke away from our kiss – crying. But instead, Dragon displayed an action that reminded me just what a great person he was. "Come here." Reaching out towards me finally, Dragon pulled me into his chest – into a warm hug. I felt him kiss the top of my head gently.

Closing my eyes tightly, I breathed into his chest as tears continued to stream down my cheeks and all I managed was a soft trembling, "Thank you." against his chest.

"Let's leave," Dragon promptly suggested.

"Where?" I looked up at him, sniffling.

Dragon flashed me a smile. "Don't you trust me?" Without another word, he reached down for my hand and pulled me along with him.

Inside, I knew it would be better if I had the willpower to tell him that I'd rather go home. But there was a part of me that wanted to go with Dragon. The thought of going home and being alone with my thoughts, especially now that I was so emotional, wasn't such a good idea.

So Dragon and I left the club. But not without a hitch. When we were fixing to leave on his bike, Mike and Jessica spotted us outside of the club.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

"Busted." I heard Dragon mutter underneath his breath. Turning my head to see why he would say that, I realized it was Mike and Jessica.

"Dragon! Everyone's asking for you inside. There you are – we thought you were looking for Arthit. Wha –" Mike was strolling towards us, but stopped abruptly.

"Are you two leaving?" Beside him, Jessica asked the inevitable question. She took note of the fact that Dragon and I already had our helmets on; we were both getting ready to get on Dragon's motorcycle.

Mike, meanwhile, couldn't have looked stranger. His eyes flickered from Dragon and to me – as if he was seeing us for the first time. There was this burning intensity in his eyes that was undeniable. At first it was confusion, then it became something else. I thought it was my imagination, but it soon became clear that Mike looked a bit angry at Dragon and me.

Then, the thought struck me.

Mike was realizing that maybe something exclusive was going on with Dragon and me. He had always been the more attentive of the group.

Granted that situation looked suspicious, it wasn't anything more than his imagination could take him. But the fact of the matter was – it looked as though Dragon and I were trying to sneak away, unsuccessfully.

"Uh – I'm not feeling well. Dragon's gonna give me a ride home," I spoke up. It was half-true. I honestly did not know where we were going though.

"I'm not going to come back," Dragon added to Mike. He noticed the gaze Mike had on him. "What?"

"Nothing," Mike replied. Turning to look at Jessica, he grabbed her arm. "Have a good night." Without another word, Mike pulled Jessica away from us.

"Yah," Dragon started to say, but I reached out to touch Dragon's arm. He looked at me.

"Forget it," I told him softly.

Dragon's jaw clenched together as he watched Mike and Jessica retreat. Then, swiftly, he started the motorcycle engine – kicking up the kick-stand at the same time. The whole engine roared to life; Dragon got on it first and I followed. Climbing on behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Dragon, where are we going?"

"I wanna show you something."

"But –"

"You trust me don't you?"

"Yeah, but –"

"Don't be like this Arthit. Just trust me. No more questions until we get there okay?"

Those were his final words to shut me up.

Without delaying our trip any further, Dragon shifted his weight distribution on the bike as he twisted the handle-bars and let go of the motorcycle brake.