*song: well listen to it yourselves... it's pretty tough for me. I've listened to it for two years already. One of my favourite ballads of all time. I think not only the melody, but the lyrics match this storyline well.
*You may be a bit more used to read about mean and hard part of life and though I'm familiar with some kind of nastiness of people, I have not experienced it so much that I can account for every word I write. I'll do my best. A bit helps, the fact that my husband is a psychologist.
Part III
So many POV's
As Arthit woke up, he felt all his sore parts. Though he tried to be happy and not let anything bad enter his thoughts, he remembered some unpleasant stuff, where he felt so much worse.. Suddenly a face hovered above him, with an infectious smile, Kong gave him a quick peck on the lips and moved out from under the sheets. Arthit discovered that it was one of the most pleasurable sights to see. Naked Kongbop standing and stretching his sleep away. As fast as he had stood up, he picked his shirt from the chair and covered his beautiful muscular back and smiled his dazzling smile and urged Arthit to wake up, or his mother will probably send someone to call them to breakfast or worse, will come herself. That wiped the last of Arthit's sleepiness away.
As they got downstairs to the dining room Kongbop tried to keep holding on to P'Arthit's hand, but he was quick to avoid him as to not to show his parents the exact relationship they were in right now. Both of Kong's parents were at the table. They greeted each other so warmly, that Arthit even smiled a bit, but he tried to control his feelings. When Kong's father asked how they slept, Arthit could only barely hold back the blush. Kong just smiled and said, that it was a really good night. Arthit tried to hit Kong under the table, but the other one just caught his hand and squeezed it lightly. Kong's parents were the opposite to them, his father today, though amusing and friendly yesterday, was extremely lively and lovable, as Kong's mother was like always pulsing with energy, and they seemed to have some kind of a secret joke between them. As when Kong had confirmed that they had a really good night, they both suddenly started laughing loudly.
"Yeah, we probably heard it." Arthit was ready to sink through the floor. "Arthit, it's fine. We don't mind." Arthit was dumbstruck. What the hell was going on in this house? Was it for real? He had never felt, seen this kind of acceptance. Some kind of situations just were not possible, but here he was proven wrong. At the same time, Kong's mother watched them and talked on and on to relax Arthit's uncomfortable feelings. She was so happy, that her son had somebody by his side, so the only thing she could do was to help this cute young man feel comfortable with their family. Especially, when she had heard from her husband, the evening before, some very disturbing rumours, and she just wanted to protect this boor boy now that she knew them.
Arthit started relaxing, when Kongbop's father suddenly made a statement, that Arthit should call him father, that there isn't any more reason for this rigid formality. Arthit protested, but then his mouth just fell open, when Kong's dad came out with an incredible, seemingly impossible idea. "Arthit, I hear that your 'uncle" There seemed to be some kind of undertone for this specific word, and Arthit also felt how tensed he was suddenly, but P' just continued, seemingly not noticing Arthit's obviously uncomfortable reactions. "has left for the summer residence again. So I was thinking that maybe you would want to come to stay with us. I mean with Kong, because, we'll be going on a small trip, for 3-4 days. You can have the house for yourselves. I promised our staff a vacation too.."
This seemed like a little too smoothly going, seemed like Kong was thinking the same, he started laughing. "Nice dad, real smooth. Did you think of this yourself or did mom think of that?" His father was even slightly blushing, but then his mother interjected. "Do you have any objections?" Kong smiling shook his head and squeezed Arthit's hand, either to reassure him of to point something out he had not realized jet. P' promised to let his house know that he would not go home, and then they all had to prepare for going work.
YOU ARE READING
Sotus: A short lovestory
FanfictionSometimes it's easier to do what your heart wants. It may not be easy, but I will try to show the Arthit and Kongpop who can be together a bit more how their hearts demand. I'l give my best to show some twist's that make it more interesting. First f...