The Lock Screen Photo (Completed)

Arthit's Friends

Kongpob thinks that Arthit is going to kill him the day that P'Bright and P'Prem borrow his phone to check out some band that Knot's been nagging them about. He insists they'd be perfect for Bright's bar and before Kongpob can move, they've taken his phone, the screen glowing brightly.

"Ai' Arthit!" Bright laughs in glee, "you never told us you were such a romantic!"

Prem crows beside him, "Nong Kongpob, how much did you have to pay him for this picture?" He nudges Bright and they both dissolve into laughter.

"Bet you had to give him 'a really good one'!" Bright continues, missing the tension gathering around Arthit's eyes as he watches them roll on the couch like school boys.

Knot rests a hand on Arthit's arm, but it's soon shrugged off as Arthit rises from his seat.

As he advances on the pair of hyenas, Kongpob shuffles his chair a safe distance from the danger zone and watches as both Knot and Tootah do as well. Knot even slides his girlfriend from the couch to sit on his knee, shaking his head at her questioning glance as he wraps his arms protectively around her.

But it seems like they were all prepared for nothing.

Instead of launching at the pair in full head hazer mode, Arthit merely grabs the phone from Bright's slack fingers and goes back to his seat.

But on the way, he snags Kongpob's hand and tugs him from his chair to sit beside him. Then he drapes an arm across his shoulders, fingertips resting on the nape of his neck, gently stroking his skin.

Everyone stares at him. Even Tob is aware that something is strange from the way her boyfriend stiffens beneath her.

Then Arthit speaks, "I would prefer it if you didn't discuss my relationship in that manner, gentlemen. If Kongpop and I wanted you to know something, we'd tell you." His eyes dart to the left, as if seeking permission, and Kongpob nods the tiniest amount, a hint of a smirk around his lips. "If we wanted to share with you intimate details, we'd tell you." He looks at Kongpob again, who grins at him, a sparkle in his eye as he slides his fingers to lace through P'Arthit's. "If we wanted to tell you about our private trips away, we'd tell you. If we wanted to tell you about the many nights we didn't stop until neither of us could walk, we'd tell you that too. But as our relationship is a private thing, we won't. Now, kindly leave my boyfriend alone and get back to your inane chit chat!"

It takes several, long moments for the group to process what Arthit has just announced, and then they're hooting and hollering again and Kongpob becomes used to the heat of P'Arthit's reddened cheeks as they attach themselves to his neck and leave him to face the music alone.