SOTUS FANFIC: The Story About A Couple Who Can't Live Without Each Other

Part I: Next Week, I Will Not Be Here

Kongpob and Arthit have been together for 5 years. Due to their workplace, they couldn't meet each other often. It was not like the distance is too far, but they knew if they force themselves to meet everyday, they're gonna die from exhaustion. They promised to meet every weekend, from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. But this week was an exception.

"I really can't go, P'Arthit.."

"Is that so?" Arthit tried to hide his displeasure. "Well, it's fine, I guess. You have work to do, then do it first."

That's right. As an older one, he needed to be more thoughtful towards Kong, Arthit told himself.

"You can still text me on that day, tho." Kong replied, sounds a bit worried.

"Hmm." Arthit nodded and gave his boyfriend a smile to ease Kong. He could sense the edginess. "What should we eat for dinner?"

Kong knew that his P'Arthit is not fine at all. Unfortunately, Arthit missed the naughty smirk on his boyfriend face.

"Don't cook anything, P'Arthit." Kong walked towards Arthit who was ready to wear the apron. "Let's call a restaurant and let them deliver the food here."

Arthit sighed, "I'm not you. I can cook."

"I knew it well," said Kong. "I also know..."Kong pulled Arthit hands slowly and hugged him. "...that you are tired."

Arthit couldn't speak any words. He felt a bit upset, but he knew he must be considerate. And Kong's hug was so warm, it calmed him down.

"I wish I could do something other than this to make you tiredless." Kong squeezed Arthit softly.

Arthit tried to release himself from Kong, "Let me cook."

"No."

"Let me mmmpph..."

Kong stopped him with a kiss on the lips. Still in shock with his boyfriend's sudden attack, Arthit couldn't reject it. Their tongue played for a while until Arthit felt he need some air to breathe.

"Mmmph Kong, wait, you need to eat. You haven't had lunch today. You need to have dinner." Arthit tried to talk when Kong was still busy kissing him.

"P'Arthit, please..." Kong stopped. He smiled to his boyfriend who was out of breath. "Can I just have you for dinner?"

Plak!

Arthit hit Kong's head playfully. "No, you need to eat. Let me go. Let me cook for you. It's been a week you didn't eat my cooking."

Heard that words, Kong smiled again, wider. "Well, I guess, I miss your cooking, too." Kong gave up. He kissed Arthit's cheek and left to sit on the sofa. "Happy cooking, P'Arthit."

After they had dinner, they went to bed. Arthit was already laid down, while Kong still lean on to the head of bed and read a book.

"Kong, I'm gonna sleep." Arthit who had been staring at his boyfriend for a while, started feeling sleepy.

"Do you want me to turn off the lamp?"

"No, you're still reading."

Kong smiled, "I can stop reading for you. You're tired, right, P'Arthit?"

"You're also tired, aren't you? Stop reading and sleep." Arthit finally said what he really mean.

Kong went to turn off the lamp and laid down beside Arthit, they faced each other. Arthit put his palm on Kong's cheek and stroke it softly. "Sleep well." He said.

Kong caught Arthit's palm, "P'Arthit," in the darkness, Kong's eyes could clearly see the face of his boyfriend which showed the sadness. "I won't be here next week."