KongArt Week Stories

Love in a Pencil and a Brush - Part Five

"Don't open them okay?"

"Kong, what's going on? Is this a date?" Arthit teased. From the point he had met Kongpob by the gallery door, the other guy had been tensed and by tensed, he meant that he could literally see the vein popping in his neck.

"Just.. Just keep your eyes closed okay?" Arthit rolled his eyes at this, not that Kongpob could see because the other man had made him put on an eye mask and covered his hand on top of it. Not to mention that the whole place had been dark from the point that Arthit stepped foot in. All that drama.

"Alright alright, mister mysterious and bossy." Arthit huffed, stumbling a little and then flushed when Kongpob's arm around his shoulder slid down to his waist to hold him steady. His own hands were clinging onto Kongpob's other arm for dear life.

Instead of turning left to the studio Arthit was now being led to the right. Right was where the gallery was and it was clearly closed!

"Kong? Why are we turning right? That's towards the gallery side isn't it? It's after hours are we allowed in?"

"Would you stop trying to ruin my surprise for you smarty pants?"

"Well, you should have picked another place then."

"This was.. Convenient. Now hush. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get your sight back."

Arthit grumbled a few incoherent words, causing Kongpob to shake his head. He had been planning this for a while now, so he really hoped that it would work. Or he might have his heart crushed, shredded and then dumped all over the gallery's floor. He seriously hoped it would be the former.

Stopping at the single spot light area in the darkness, Kongpob released Arthit and slowly removed the eye mask. Arthit blinked a little, adjusting his eyes and trying to look around. It was pitch black around them, save for the little spot he was standing in and he didn't know what to expect anymore.

Stepping backwards into the dark, Kongpob asked, "ready?"

Arthit nodded, looking around expecting something to happen when all the lights began to turn on, section by section. And what he soon saw made him gasp. This.. was definitely not what he had been anticipating.

Now staring at him from every wall, every angle, were charcoal pencil drawing portraits of him. Happy, pensive, laughing, even one of him with his tongue stuck out, his face of concentration whenever he painted.

"Wh- what are all these Kong?" He asked, taking small steps towards one of them. They were incredibly beautiful and they took his breath away. He had no idea he could look like that. "When did you do all these? Did you do them from memory?"

Kongpob beamed at him, taking his hand once more in his and walked him over to the corner. That expression, that was his shocked face. "It started with this one, Arthit. This was your face when I slid into the chair next to you, right before you fell and knocked everything to the ground."

He chuckled at the memory that seemed like it was such a long time ago but it had been barely three months ago. "That was when I began watching you, the entire session. Your face just wouldn't leave my mind. So when I went home, I drew this picture of you."

Watching as the other stared gapping at the portrait, Kongpob smiled and walked him down to the next portrait. "This was your face right after you stared at my balls." He chortled as Arthit choked in surprise. "Your face was so red that day I think it was the only time I wished I used another medium other than charcoal. But I don't have the same kind of talent you do with colours so you'll just have to make do with my dreary black, whites and greys."