SOTUS Drabbles and One-Shots

3. Early Morning Light (Love?)

Canonverse

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It's early morning. Arthit wakes up alone. Kongpob and he ate dinner at a restaurant Earth recommended to Arthit together, but afterwards, Arthit drew the line at the door of his apartment.

Now, Arthit stretches and rolls over, glancing at the sunlight that has begun to filter in through his curtains. Still not a morning person. Sitting up, he glances at the clock. 7:38am. Early, he notes. Likely a dumb habit he's been gaining ever since Kongpob has taken to texting him either a good morning or a wake up, P'Arthit text every weekday and the occasional Saturday. (He'll never admit it, but he's grateful for the texts.)

His phone is void of any of those texts this morning, however. Granted, Arthit did tell him he doesn't have work today. Arthit sighs (of course, today is the day he wakes up early) and glances around his apartment. There's nothing pressing he needs to attend to, no business meeting or lunch thing, no date with Kongpob or self-planned outing. He could go back to sleep if he wants to.

But that's the thing. Arthit doesn't want to.

Which is weird because, usually, he's totally ready to get in another round of sleep. Not today, though. Today, he apparently wants—

A knock at the door interrupts Arthit's thoughts. Startled, Arthit's head turns to look in that direction, neck popping unpleasantly at the jolt. Arthit winces at the wave of nausea that hits him, hand coming up to rub at his neck, before making sure he's wearing pants and a shirt then rising to see who it is.

As it turns out, he doesn't even need to open the door or look through the peephole to find out.

"P'Arthit?" Kongpob's voice asks, muffled by the wood. "Are you awake?"

Biting his lip, Arthit runs his hand over the door knob before gripping it tight and pulling the door open.

"Kongpob," he says, "what is it?"

Said man looks surprised for a second before his expression returns to normal. "P'Arthit, good morning. Can I come in?" He takes a step forward, as if to walk over the threshold, but Arthit's foot comes out to stop him.

Arthit makes a noise in the back of his throat as he leans on his elbow where it rests in the doorframe in order to block the younger's way. "What for?" he asks.

"Aren't I allowed to spend the morning with my boyfriend?" Kongpob questions, boldly.

Too boldly, in Arthit's opinion, because before Kongpob can say another idiotic thing, Arthit's hand is coming up to cover his mouth. "Hey!" Arthit reprimands. "You can't just say something like that." His eyes dart up and down the hallway before landing on Kongpob's once more. "What if someone were to hear?"

He can feel Kongpob begin to smile underneath his hand.

Kongpob reaches up to pull Arthit's hand away from his mouth, and it's true, he is wearing a smile. "Do you think they will?" he asks. "Would me coming in allow for more privacy?"

Arthit frowns at this stunt Kongpob pulled, and he makes sure Kongpob knows how displeased he is, before stepping away from the door to let the younger in.

"You're too much," he says when Kongpob sits on the edge of his bed.

Kongpob smiles at him, a bit dimmer than usual, but Arthit doesn't think it's necessarily bad.

"So?" Arthit asks once he's made sure the door is locked. "What is it?"

"I already said," Kongpob answers, leaning forward, eyes glinting in the morning light.

Arthit shifts uncomfortably on his feet, sending the younger a sharp look. "H'm, really?" he asks, voice going high. "Then in that case, get out."

Kongpob's head does a little tilt as he looks up at the elder. "P'Arthit, so cruel, really," he just about whines.

Arthit stares down at him, unamused. "Then deal with it," he replies.

Kongpob leans back, expression falling into something like I tried, before Arthit allows a small smile to grace his face, and he reaches out a hand. "Then what do you want?" he questions, not quite holding onto the younger's hand once he's up, but not quite letting go either.

When Kongpob makes a face, Arthit continues. "For breakfast," he explains. "Egg? What?"

Kongpob laces their fingers together. "Whatever you want, P'Arthit."

Arthit sends him a flat look. "Cute," he deadpans.

"Heartless," Kongpob states.

Arthit holds up their connected hands. "Not heartless," he contradicts.

Kongpob looks at their interlocked fingers before meeting Arthit's eyes once more. "Not heartless, then," he agrees. "Egg is fine."

Arthit nods once before turning awkwardly around to try and get two plates whilst still holding onto Kongpob's hand. It's a challenge, but he perseveres.

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a/n that's gay, dude . anyways this is actually titled DA DADA DA da dada da dundunddundundunddada but i felt that was too long to be the title, but just know it's from that one part in "i'm gonna be (500 miles)" by the proclaimers k? k also this'll prolly have more but for now, this is all i've got lol

also i almost cried in the middle of class today bc of krist so i hope he's happy, wherever he is rn

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