Sotus: For One Last Time

Epiphany

         

KongPob POV
Friday night before the Eventful Saturday

Sighing, I shut down the highly secured laptop given to me by Dr. Lydia after inputting and integrating my results on the project we've been working on for the last two years which involves upgrading some of Thailand's best defense systems.

Looking at the clock overhead my bed, it's quarter past seven and I finally breathe out from the busy week. From classes, orientation activities, and my research with Dr. Lydia, I have been constantly busy every day to the point that I only saw P'Arthit twice since last Sunday, which was probably why I have been so cranky these last few days if you asked my close friends.

Sighing again, I try to be the good boyfriend he needs especially since I know how busy he is right now. I finally realized that the time we spent together last week was really a miracle. From orientation activities, his research (as although we're technically on the same research project, we're working on different parts so we don't get to see each other at all), his volunteer activities at the autism center and the homeless shelter, to dozens of students knocking on his dorm door every evening as he's the head mentor, P has no time for anything else in his life besides sleep. Thinking back on the last few evenings, I simply sigh again. At least I got to see him yesterday.

Thursday Night

It's half past ten and I can honestly say that I have never been so angry in my entire life. Just as a group of three students comes out of P's room, another set of two walks right past where I'm sitting against the wall next to his door, to enter his room. He looks at me apologetically but with an amused smile on his exhausted face (telling me to behave) before closing his room. It's been like this for the past five hours, a herd of little demons, yes that's what I call them, going into his room one after another for the past FIVE HOURS with a line of at least twenty people still waiting. Turning my head, I glare at the line of students with a look I make sure means murder. And I was not kidding. Enough is Enough. This is not even about me anymore, even though I haven't seen him since we had lunch on Tuesday, this is about how exhausted P is and how these little demons have kept coming to him like this since Monday afternoon.

As soon as his door re-opens again, and the two boys walk out awestruck, I stare at the next three in line so much that they quickly muster "Ah...P... uhh...you look tired and it's late.... we'll come back tomorrow..." at my continuous and intensified murderous glare "ah...maybe the day after tomorrow" they amend. With P's nod after a slight dejected but amusing glance in my direction, the girls and the rest of the demons on the line quickly dart away.

Standing up while closely analyzing P who looks close to passing out, "I bought Chinese" I say while taking his hand and gently pulling him into his room.

As soon as we enter, I place the bag of food on the table and simply confess while hugging his front "I missed you P". Quietly laughing and seeming more cheered up than minutes ago, he returns the hug and says, "I missed you too". After a few minutes of re-energizing ourselves with each other, I gently shove him on the chair, heat the food, feed him, yes, I do it personally, and tuck him into bed. Washing up, I quickly clean up and slide in next to him, to finally have a good night sleep which I hadn't gotten since the last Saturday when we fell asleep together.

Friday night (continue)

As I shake my head from thoughts of yesterday, a knock comes onto my door. Walking from the living room to the entrance, I open the door. "P!" I say in utter surprise not expecting him home at least not until ten "How are you even here?"

Smirking at me, he enters while answering "Well, since someone missed me so much" he pauses while shaking his phone which reads 20 new messages from me in my face, "I thought I should grace you with my presence"