Arthit POV
Numb, I start walking towards our building, where KongPob dissapeared into, with his words still lingering in my ears.
I won't fight you for you.Mindlessly going into the building and up the elevator, I don't notice anything until I reach the front of my door.
Looking across from me, and remembering that Kong lives there now, sighing, I enter my suite and close the door behind me.
Going past the living room and into my bedroom, I sit on my desk, open the last drawer, and pull out the box with the things that mean most to me. My dad's gear bracelet, my mom's last letter, and the white string that Kong tied on my wrist years ago which only brings me back to that day.12 Years Ago
Running into the field where Kong sat, specifically in the shade against a tree, I sprint towards him with a smile so wide on my mouth, even I couldn't deny it."Oon" he says as I approached him, the same hapiness on his face "You shouldn't run so fast, you'll hurt yourself. Last time you fell, I thought your mom would murder the both of us"
As I plant myself besides him, and turn my body towards him, I simply stare at him, mesmerized, and so fucking happy that he's back.
Suddenly, arms reach out to me, and he holds me tight against his small body.
Having missed him a lot since he went to Bangkok, I simply hug him back, even tighter with a smile on my face.
After a few seconds, we wordlessly let go of each other, and all the things we wanted to say to each other is forgotten and replaced by the simple, comforting silence between us. As although we both wanted to say many things, this moment right now needed to be truly honest, and there's nothing either of us could have said that would have been totally honest as we both knew we were keeping secrets.
Sighing, Kong reaches his pocket, and pulls out two white threads.
"When I went to Bangkok, my cousin and her husband were fighting. So we went to this shaman who gave her white threads. It's supposed to make two people who care about each other stay together for a long time" he nervously finishes his talk by looking away, and pink staining his cheeks.
Knowing there's no way I could resist, I pull one out of his hand, "Can you tie it for me?"
Surprised, but a full, radiant smile gracing his features once more, he nods his head and takes the thread from my hand.
I present him with my left hand, but he shyly shakes his head.
"My mom is part Indian, so she wore her wedding ring on her right hand".
Looking away from me, he says "Is it okay if I tie it on your right hand?"Feeling my chest well up, with emotions of tenderness that I never felt before, "Yes" I say, feeling myself turning red but knowing that no other answer would have come out of my mouth.
Not looking at each other in the eyes, we worldlessly both tie the string on each other's right wrists.
After we're done, we switch our positions from staring at each other to staring at the field.
After a few seconds of delighful silence, with my heart almost bursting, I feel the hand of someone brushing against mine on the grass.
Looking down, I see that it's Kong's, now slightly grasping mine. Looking at him, I find him looking embarrassed as I never seen him before, who was always confident.
Looking back at the field, I close my fingers around his, with a shy smile gracing my lips.
At that moment, I hear P'Noh (Code name Porshe) yelling "Oon!" towards me
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Sotus: For One Last Time
FanfictionFrom the moment they met, Arthit Rojnapat, adored nephew of the King of Thailand and KongPob Suthiluck, adored son of one of the richest people on Earth, both agree that the whole concept of Fate is simply "crap". To two of the most unbelievers in...