Why is he so cute?"
Arthit scoffed, hearing the familiar irritated baritone belonging to three-year-old him who felt threatened by Kongpob's cuteness.
His mother was again watching footage from their childhood. She never gets bored of that, watching it whenever she were alone at nights, especially the ones involving his reaction towards Kongpob. And his mother being one of those baby enthusiasts wanting to have every first milestone of their child recorded. He had quite an alarming amount of these videos.
Apparently, he had a love-hate relationship with their butler's son. People say he still has. But can he really accept judgments of people biased towards Kongpob?
Yep, biased. Every one of them.
Even he himself sometimes gets biased towards Kong since he was a wee little baby. Sometimes Arthit wonders if Kong is a wolf or witch that hypnotizes every living being.
He remembers the day (because no one lets him forget) when they went to visit Phi Priya's fifteen days old newborn baby.
Kong didn't have an official name back then because naming ceremony hasnt been done yet. Everyone called him whatever they wanted to.
Arthit was not very excited to meet the baby since he wasn't given his pink milk because he had already drunk two glasses. His mother said, his teeth will rot at this rate. Who cares? Because Arthit will anyway get new teeth after milk teeth fall, right? Why care for something temporary? But who will tell this to adults?
Anyways. Arthit went with his parents to see the new baby. And was severely disappointed to see the beautiful baby.
Why was the baby so beautiful? His mother said it was because the baby was omega.
And Arthit decided in that moment itself that he didn't much like omegas. Who would like these cute creatures threatening his cutesy status in society? What if his neighborhood aunties see Kongpob and won't find Arthit cute anymore? He needs to save his unlimited supply of chocolates and pink milk.
Arthit huffed as the memories flooded back, his mother's voice narrating the events like it happened yesterday.
"Look at your face when you saw Kongpob for the first time." His mother found it hilarious each time she saw it, which was a lot, to be honest. "You were so upset, luk."
Arthit rolled his eyes. "Mom, I was just upset because I didn't get my pink milk."
"No, it's more than that. You were jealous."
"Jealous?" Arthit scoffed. "Seriously, Mom? I was, what, three years old? Would I even know the word at that age?"
His mother smirked. "Even then, you didn't like sharing attention with nong Kong. But more than that, you hated sharing attention of nong Kong with anyone else. You found him so cute that you would create a ruckus asking him to visit at least once every day."
" I did no such thing. " Arthit protested.
" sure..." His mother made a face. " Both Priya and I were so fed up of commuting for you two that your father invited them when our neighbour sold their home.
" You just wanted your best friend close to you, don't put that bill on me. "
The video continued in the background, showcasing little Arthit crossing his arms and pouting as he watched his parents cooing over the newborn Kongpob. The baby started to cry like sky was falling over him.
Arthit scrunched his face. "Kong {loud/ resounding all over}," he murmured.
The adults were gathered around baby's cradle, checking if it was hungry or needed a diaper change. Neither was the case, people tried many tricks but the baby was in no mood to stop crying.
