You Belong to Me

Chapter 24

Idk what is this updating spree but enjoy it while you can hehe. 

Kongpob was hooked to all sorts of tubes and beeping monitors, Arthit was scared to even move in the room. He stood still at the doorstep for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. He then proceeded to carefully step around until he reached a chair nearby the bed.

Arthit sat down and let out another long sigh, more waiting was in front of him. But it wasn't nearly as excruciating and nerve-wracking as when he didn't even know Kong's state.

Now, that he saw Kongpob's pale face, bandaged chest, and all sorts of monitors, he felt at ease. Yes, it was serious, but he was still alive. Breathing.

Arthit reached out and carefully touched Kong's hand gently. It was cold, the type of cold that spreads to anything living and eats it up. But Arthit wasn't about to give up, he bent down and blew hot hair from his mouth on Kong's hand. To warm it up. To give it life again.

Arthit's lips pressed against Kongpob's icy skin and although it made him shiver, Arthit didn't stop.

More time passed, there were no longer screams echoing in the hallways. The fighting stopped. It got quiet.

All Arthit could hear was steady beeping signalizing Kong's heart was working properly. That was enough, he needed not to hear more.

It was late to admit, but Arthit got emotionally attached to this place. He just hoped it wasn't Stockholm's syndrome kicking in, but no. Part of him always wished for this, taken away from his miserable life and starting from scratch. Yes, he got here by being kidnapped, yes, they cut his hair and tattooed him. Yes, Kongpob slashed his neck, yes he was almost violated... wait, is it really not Stockholm's syndrome?! (It's not.)

Arthit's mind became chaotic again, but his feelings were clear as a day. He cared for Kongpob, he cared for Clowns and he cared for this place. Despite everything, he felt utterly broken when his world almost crumbled a few moments ago. More broken than when his family disowned him.

"You're making a troubled face again," a raspy, quiet whisper brought Arthit back to reality. His head shot up and his eyes landed on Kongpob, who was now awake.

"Kong!" Arthit's gaze was blurred instantly. He wasn't emotional before, he didn't cry, he was strong as Namtan ordered him. Now he could finally be weak for a moment again. "You're up..." Arthit let out chokingly and turned away. He didn't wish Kongpob to see him.

"Yeah... long time no see," Kong smiled weakly.

"Kongpob, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for before, I didn't tell you because I was – am – a dumbass," Arthit finally got the chance to say the words that were weighing him down so much. There was no hesitation in his apology now, he wished to say this more than he realized.

"It's okay, I forgot already," Kongpob shook his head slightly, "I'm so glad you're okay."

"That's not important, you're not okay. What happened?" Arthit asked what was bugging him the most, how come someone like Kongpob was shot?!

"Later..." Kong shook his head once again, not having enough strength to speak anymore. Arthit remained quiet as well, he didn't want to trouble him with things that could wait.

Kong fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Arthit was still by his side. In a weird and uncomfortable looking position, folded on the nearby chair, but still with him. He didn't leave, Kongpob thought happily. It was nothing like their first time sleeping in the same room when Arthit stormed out when he got a chance.