Kongpob, a 25-year-old CEO to a big company. He is hopelessly in love with his husband and his muse, Arthit Rojnapat. But when a tragedy takes his muse away, how will he find the strength to go on?
A ghost story with a happy ending
Kongpob jumped at the sound of a car horn in his driveway. He checked his phone to see if they're some who's give any notification to come to his house. Their parents won't horn their cars like this, they can enter the house without any problem as they're also possess the key for the main door. The idea that someone who couldn't get him by phone had driven all the way out to his house infuriated him. Kongpob left the painting on its easel and walked through the house.
Honk, honk.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it!!" Kongpob screamed. "You're so important you can't even get out of your fucking car and ring the Goddamned bell!"
"Come on, Kong!!!!" a lyrical and stern voice called. "Hurry up! We're going to be late!"
Kongpob stopped cold in his tracks. He could taste the bitterness of the bile that had risen to his mouth, he tries to swallow back but he couldn't even do a simple task as that. For long seconds, for what seemed like forever, he couldn't make himself move.
Honk, honk.
"Kongpob Suthiluck!!!"
That voice was his impetus to move. He's running for the door
"P'Arthit?" Kongpob said weakly, loud enough for himself
He couldn't believe he was saying it, like P'Arthit would actually be there. He wanted to slap and screamed at himself for even thinking it was possible. But there he was, racing for the door, hoping against hope of what he would see once he opened it.
"P'Arthit!!" he screamed as he widely opened the door of their house
Honk, ho -
The sound cut off when the door flew open, and for a second – no, what's less than a second? – Kongpob heard just the hint of a laugh and saw a flash of blue eyes sitting in the passenger seal of his uncovered BMW X3. A BMW which he always kept covered 24/7. Kongpob stood in the doorway, wondering to reconcile exactly what he was looking at. Its just a car. Nothing supernatural or special about it. Kong monologue to himself.
Kongpob stepped slowly outside and looked closer at it, examining it in hopes of finding an answer as to why a car he barely drove had been honking on its own, and how a cover that had fit snuggly for most of the year had suddenly blown off. Kongpob's sight searched around the he house, and the field beyond, looking for some sign that someone, some stupid neighbor's kid, had been pulling pranks. He took a moment to cover the Mustang again, hoping that concentrating on something other than the thought of his 'sun'
Kongpob took one final look around before retreating back into the house double-locking the door behind him, feeling ridiculous when he did. He returned to the painting, portrayed of a happy couple in the car driving off into the sunset. A sudden revulsion filled him. It was too much. Kongpob sighed as he grabbed a small bottle of paint thinner and doused the painting, watching the colors run and drip, the happy couple in their little red car smear down the canvas and disappear. He watched until the beautiful picturesque hillside was reduced to nothing more than a sloppy mess. Then he turned his back on his memories and went back to bed
***
"Kongpob! Are you going to wash my back or not?"
"Hold up, P'! I'm...uh...doing something..."
"What are you...oh, God! Tell me you're not masturbating again!"
"Hahahahah, P' you're so funny!"
"Then what are you doing...Kong! Are you sketching me!? I'm in the shower!"
"I know, gorgeous. That's why I'm sketching you."
"But, I'm naked, Kong!!! And I...wait a minute...it can't be that big, can it?"
"Yup."
"For real?"
"Yup."
"Are you..."
"P'...I just spent an hour with your cock in my mouth. I think I know how big it is."
"Oh...well...continue on, then...Damn...I'm totally miss my innocent husband"
***
Kongpob woke to the sound of his own laughing in his sleep. He felt so light, so happy. He laughed so hard that tears leaked from his eyes and he shook his head as he began to wake. The more conscious of his current surroundings he became, the more aware he was of two things: a strange grainy feeling on his fingertips, and a muted sound of falling water.
Kongpob sighed.
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A/N: To lighten the mood, I put a cute Gif of Krist Perawat at the top of this chapter, please enjoy his cuteness. And as promise, I did put an additional hilarious memory between Kongpob and his P'. I am whole hearty welcome any comment and please show your support by clinking the star button and help me to spread the words. Lots of love from
