Christening The House

Unconditional love

A/N: This is an AU again, This one shot is about Kong trying to overcome from his depression.He has a very traumatic past, lost himself completely after being in a most toxic relationship. Arthit is trying to pull Kong out from his past and see his own worth, with his unconditional love for Kong.

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Arthit POV------

My phone beeps, waking me out of a dreamless sleep. I don't need to look at the now glowing screen to know who's message it is. Rubbing my eyes, I blindly reach for the phone and grab it off the nightstand.

'Can I come over ??'

I type out a short reply before getting up and trudging to the bathroom to brush my teeth. There's no point in changing out of my boxers, we will just end up back in bed anyway. That's where he always wants to go.

We have been seeing each other for a few months and things have been progressing a little slower than what I wanted to. This whole situation is foreign to me and sometimes I wish it were easier. Sometimes I wish I had met him before that bastard..... Who broke him.

But my 'MA' always said that anything you want won't come easy, and I have never wanted anyone or anything more than I want him.

I would go through the hard shit a hundred times if I got to hear that cute-ass snort when he laughs too hard, or see the way his eyes sparkle when he smiles that wide, goofy smile of his.

I just want to make him happy....... and the fact that I can't always do that makes me feel pretty damn helpless most of the time.

There was a soft knock on my door and he was staring at the ground when I open it.

"I am sorry"

His voice is low, almost a whisper.

"You know it's okay. I want you here"

"I just...... I didn't want to wake you up. I am really sorry"

I grab his hand and gently pull him into my house.

"Stop apologizing, Kong"

"Sorry"

He smiles halfheartedly when I playfully glare at him.

"Sorry. I mean...... well..... sorry for saying 'sorry' "

Always apologizing, always sorry when he has no need to be.

I grin and lift his chin with my fingers, slowly pressing my lips to his. He pulls away after a few seconds.

Always pulling away.......

It hurts every time, but I have learned to mask that.

"There's no reason to be sorry, okay ?? Well....... unless you accidentally kick me in my sleep at some delicate parts of me..... or something. Then you can be sorry"

He nods and smiles at my teasing, then shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Can we go to bed ?? I mean, if you don't mind"