Peraya One Shot

Our Sky Pt. 3

The loud ringing of his alarm jerk Kongpob out of his sleep. After his talk with his boyfriend...or ex-boyfriend he wasn't sure what they were now. He walked away. He had too. He was feeling so much hurt and pain. He had found a quiet place to sit and sob his heart out. He didn't care if people walked by and saw him, but was lucky enough that didn't happen. The man that held his heart for three years, just ripped it to pieces. Did Arthit not believe in their love? Did he not believe in them?

When he finally calm down, he pulled his phone out and dialed P'Arthit. Of course, the older one didn't answer. So, he called again, and again, and again. After the fifth time he gave up. Arthit wasn't going to talk to him. Maybe every again. He just wanted to know if the older man made it home okay. It was late and he was worried. He sent a quick message to him, but after ten minutes his message was still left on unread.

Kong had gone home after that, as he had to be up early. He hopped that when he woke up he would have gotten some kind of response from his lover. Due to the lack of response Kongpob didn't sleep well. He just couldn't, his mind kept replaying their conversation. The way Arthit looked when he walked away. He worried the older man didn't make it back home.

He message Guo a little before three asking him to check on Arthit. To see if the other man had made it home. It took less than thirty mintues for Guo to answer back that Arhit was home, walking around his condo. The lights were still on, it had appear the other man couldn't sleep. Reading that it only made him worry for a different reason, but at least the man he loved was home.

Now two hours later his alarm was going off, singling him to get up. He had to be at his gate by seven. He hopped, that his P'Arthit would come see him off. He didn't want to leave things the way they were. He wanted to leave, seeing Arthit smiling face. As his alarm went off again, Kongpob sighed climbing out of bed. He need to shower and head to the airport.

"I still wish you would have gone to American instead." Kerkkrai said as they stood in the middle of the airport, there was still some time before Kongpob had to head to his gate. He noticed his kept looking at his watch and looking around as if expecting someone to show up.

"I told you why I didn't want to go to America por." Kongpob said sighing. He was tried and the more time passed the more worried he became that his boyfriend wasn't going to see him off. He pulled out his phone dialing his number. When the phone just rang and rang he hung up pocking his phone once again.

"Yes, yes, I know. You didn't want to be that far away from your P'Arthit." His father mocked chuckling lightly. It had taken him a little while to accept the fact his only son was gay. That his only son had been in a long-term relationship with another man. He like Arthit though, so it wasn't the person his son was in the relationship with that worried him. He just didn't want his only son to have to face the harsh reality that there would be haters out there. People who would remark on their relationship.

When he had brought this concern up with his son. Kongpob had smiled and told his father he didn't care. As long as Arthit was by his side, and his family accepted him, he didn't care what the rest of the world had to think. Their friends had long since knew about them and they all accepted the.

Seeing his son resolved Kerkkrai and his wife, along with his sister had no choice but to accept who Kongpob was.

"Por." Kongpob whined pouting. "What did I tell you about picking on me about him?"

"But it's so much fun N'Kong." His sister Kirk chimed in. "You get so flustered and blush when we pick on you about him."

"Mae! Stop them." Kongpob begged, he could already feel his face getting hot.

His mother smiled at him but did not say a word. She too love seeing how flustered he got when his boyfriend got brought up.

"It's time for you to head in now." Kerkkrai said, nodding to the gate. Kongpob checked his watched and it read nine after seven. His flight was to leave at forty-five after, but boarding would start at seven thirty.