The Journalist's Diary

Entry #6 : Adore You

(unedited. pls bear with my spelling and grammar errors, thank u!)

"Camera rolling in three, two, one and..." Arthit snaps his finger cue that the camera is already recording.

"Sawadee khap, I'm Kongpob Suthiluck, also known as the Great Photographer"

"CUT! Kongpob why are you so smiley? That's too much!" Arthit said in an irritated tone that made Kongpob chuckles in the frustrated state of the latter.

"What kind of smile do you want?"

"The casual one, like how you talk with everybody"

And again, Arthit restart the recording of his camera. While fixing his camera, Kongpob can't help but to keep his stare on the milky-white skinned man in front of him. His beyond proud on how Arthit manages to come up here and at the same time, he's also quite proud to himself on how he also come up to this stage. It's not easy yet they are here. Now we are here, Arthit.

"Okay ready Kongpob, camera rolling in three, two, one and..."

"Sawadee khap, I'm Kongpob Suthiluck---"

"CUT CUT  CUT! Now you sound like you carried all the problems that our country is facing right now"

"What are you talking about Arthit, that's how I talk with everyone"

"You sound so problematic Kongpob argh!"

"C'mon let's have a break first" Kongpob initiates that Arthit refuses.

"But we haven't done anything"

"Why won't you just chill for a while? Look at your eyebrows"

Kongpob reaches Arthit's eyebrows and slighty pinching in between of it. The slight skin ship made Arthit blushes in crimson and never dared to look at the latter's piercing eyes. He shyly shook Kongpob's fingers and Kongpob just shrugged it off. He marches his way to somewhere and Arthit was left on the spot.

Arthit should be used to it but he can't help but to feel surprise everytime Kongpob does those thing to him. The skin ships they had been sharing recently always leave him in daze. He always froze to his spot. Kongpob slight touches send shivers down to his spine. Also, whenever the latter is so close to him, he can feel the loud thump of his heart. He's never like this before. He never felt this way before. Only Kongpob is the one who's responsible to this, that makes him so scared. He doesn't know why. Maybe because he'll be leaving soon or it is something more.

He saw the familiar figure of the younger holding two fresh coconut juice in his palm. Kongpob offers the juice to Arthit. Arthit mumbles his thank to the tan-skinned man. Kongpob just nod and sit on the sand. Drinking his fresh juice while watching the ravishing beauty of the sea. Arthit reluctantly seat beside Kongpob but eventually felt the comfortability when Kongpob flashes a smile at him. The two young males sat in a comfortable silence.

"You should have a team" Kongpob breaks their silence

"Huh?"

"I said you should have a team, a camera man, a writer--"

"This is a special project" Arthit immediately cuts Kongpob off.

"Really? ahahaha your company is well-off then I guess because they---"

Arthit immediately stands up from his seat. He brushes off the sand from his shorts and puts down his coconut juice. Arthit doesn't want to open up that topic because basically he's just pretending, a journalist wanna-be in short. He doesn't want Kongpob to grow suspicious on him. Not when the two of them really got a long for a while.