where do we stand (MonSam)

chapter 1 ( where do we stand)

POV KHUN SAM

The door opened and the house was quiet and the emptiness when khun sam enter their home.

she removed her black leather shoes and placed them on the rack by the entrance before walking down the hallway to their living room. 

“Mon,” Khun Sam called but there was no response. 

she checked for mon in their bedroom but saw no sign of her in their, causing her to frown as she looked down on her watch to check the time. 7PM. mon texted her earlier that she didn’t have afternoon class, so she thought she would be home early. 

“Probably out with her friends,” she mumbled to herself as she shrugged her shoulders. 

Mon had been pushing herself to her limits as a graduating student, so she deserved to have fun with hee friends once in a while despite their busy schedule. Khun Sam was just a little sulky because she left her class as soon as it was over, even turned down her friends’ invitation to dine out, because she wanted to make dinner for mon and to spend time together as she expected she would be home. 

Well, there is still a next time.
she grabbed her phone from her pocket to send mon a text.  

messaging mon...

Khun Sam: Mon, when will you be home for dinner babe?

Mon: I Don't Know.
Mon: I will be home soon.

Khun Sam: roger that babe👌
Mon: Don't wait for me get some rest

“Where are you?” Khun wondered as she typed it in the text box but deleted it as well afterwards.

sam actually never liked when someone was being nosy. she wasn’t also fond of updating sam with whatever she was doing because, for mon, it was being possessive of that person if she was being asked about where she was or what she was doing with who, although in khun sam defense she wasn’t like that at all. If she ever was, it was out of worry so she would know where to go or who to contact if something came up and mon wouldn’t mind. They actually barely exchanged texts or phone calls on a daily basis except on important matters such as sudden changes in their schedules that would make either of them go home late or not be able to go home or when mon had some request that she was too shy to personally mention to Khun Sam. Sam has no problem with it since she didn’t use her phone much as well, but she sometimes would pester and tease mon by sending either memes or just throwing out random pick-up or cheesy lines in which mon would reply in shouting capital letters to PISS OFF!!! and there were also a few times mon had to block Khun Sam contact when she was being annoying especially while she was in class or at internship. Instead of being worried, Khun Sam  would say those were worth it because even if she couldn’t personally see mon's reaction, she had already seen all of her different expressions that her mind could already automatically process the right expression of mon"s on specific triggers. 
 
Khun Sam: Take care. Love u 💖
 
A small smile stretched across KhunSam face as she sent her message. she waited for a while, perhaps for mon to reply  ‘ See you at home.’ but when she noticed that her message was just marked as Read for a minute long, Khun Sam let it go. However, it didn’t mean she didn’t notice mon's coldness with her replies. Yes, they barely texted, but Khun Sam could decipher if ever there had been changes in the way mon composed her messages. One thing obvious and told so much was the lack of KhunSam name in her messages. And it wasn’t just for tonight Khun Sam was no longer surprised. she just got her hopes up sometimes that maybe mon would be in a good mood and they would just go back to how they were.

Khun Sam looked around their living room once, twice, and more until she felt it becoming smaller around her. It wasn’t a big place they got when they moved in together almost four months ago, but it was their place that they fell in love with immediately. It was the place where they understood each other better and discovered their strengths and weaknesses, their ups and downs, their similarities and differences until they were able to meet halfway and find their harmony. The place where they shared their petty arguments with sam throwing her cheesy lines to mon who would be a blushing mess and consider the arguments solved just like that. The place where they exchanged kisses here and there and were able to explore each other, not just their bodies but their souls. The place where they could let all their guards down and express all of their frustrations without the fear of being judged. The place where tears were shed but never once felt the loneliness.