Peraya One Shot

Paparazzi

Kongpob licked his lips as he took shot after shot of Arthit as he interacted with his fans. He was one of many paparazzi here today doing the same thing. Everyone wanted to get a picture of the famous Arthit Rojanapt. The son of Thailand Prime Minster and famous actress turned actor. They always wanted to try and get something juicy, something scandalize to knock the golden child off his high horse.

But not Kongpob. Sure he wanted to get picture of Arthit. That was his job after all. How he made his money, but he wasn't stupid. He knew the actor was too well protected for them to get anything scandalizing. His parents would have it taken down in a matter of seconds anyways.

No Kongpob wanted to get every single picture of the actor for his own personal reason. The reason he had taken up this job to begin with. He was in love with the man. Had been for year. It was all one sided of course, there was no way Arthit Rojanapt would every love him back. And he was in no way dilutional enough to think that it would ever be returned.

As part of his job he made sure he followed Arthit, his agency, his mangers, and anyone else directly related to the super star social media. He also had a few inside sources. One is his best friend growing up Aim. He worked inside the same agency as Arthit. Working closely with Arthit manager on his schedule. Aim would feed him information on if things were moved, post-prone or cancelled before anyone else knew.

Then there was his other best friend, Bright. They grew up together, neighbors. Bright was two years older than him. When he told Kongpob he was hired as Arthit personal security, Kongpob screamed so load his neighbor banged on his door to shut up.

Between Aim and Bright, Kongpob was always one step ahead of everyone else. He could get to places and events long before anyone else could. Making it easier for him to get the perfect spot, so he could get the prefect shot.

Not only did he take pictures for his job, but he also had three social media pages dedicated to the famous Arthit Rojanapt. The profile picture was of Arthit, with a heart around him, and the name "@AR#1Fan" was his handler for each. He had a massive following, one million followers between the three. He uploaded contact to all three pages, before even uploading to his job. The happiest day of his life was when Arthit himself started following him on all three platforms, commenting on some of the photos. The comments were playful, calling him a stalker. Kongpob never responded. He was too damn scared too.

He made sure he stayed anonymous too. He always wore hats and a mask anytime he showed up. Sure it was creepy and he had security or the police called on him few times, but he just flashed his badge and they let him be.

"Arthit!! Arthit!!" Arthit fan screamed as he walked back and forth, smiling and waving at all of them.

Kongpob made sure to take pictures of Arthit smiling. He loved the man smile, for Kongpob it made his heart race, his body relax, his mind go blank. For him whenever Arthit smile everything else in the world disappeared.

"Damn it." Kongpob mumbled as his camera started flashing 'low memory.' He knew he should've put in a new memory card before arriving, but he had been running late. He quickly slung the camera around his shoulder. Glad he had been recording on a GoPro the whole time. He didn't want to miss a single moment. And he could always get single shots from the video recording later. Deciding he need some personal photo, he pulled out his phone and started to take pictured.

Kongpob felt his heart start to race as he watched someone rush out of the crowd of fans and as if in slow motion, pull something out of their jacket and lunge at the actor.

Kongpob stood there shocked wide eye, unable to move. There was screaming all around them, as security started to rush forward.

"Arthit!!" Someone screamed, jerking Kongpob out of his stupor. He watched as three men pulled the person away, while two others rushed Arthit away.