The Price For A Kiss

Scene 9

A/N : Double update! It's because I'm afraid I won't have the time to post on Saturday. I will go to a family trip till Sunday~ XD

Oh. The italic is the dialogue from the script na..

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"Even though I can't see the color, I never think the world to be a bad place to live." Arthit put on the wistful smile, hands clasping on the cold metal handrail on the edge of the roof. "Don't you also think so, Fah?" he turned his head to face Mook who stood in silence, the tears still falling on her cheeks.

"..And, cut!" the director yelled on the far corner. Arthit sighed in relief. Mook also busily wiped the tears on her cheeks and a make-up artist ran to fix her make-up. P' Pen -another make-up artist- also came to Arthit side to fix his.

It's been two weeks since the first day of the shooting of 'Color in Monochrome', and he enjoys the experience fully. Despite the ill-circumstance about how Kong and he join the drama, all the crew support both of them with all their might. Being in a drama with an actress who has a huge backer surely has its perks. Food are abundance, and the work environment are also good because everyone has experience and so serious but still easy going. Knot ushered him to his seat once the director confirmed that they could continue to the next scene.

He could have some rest because he doesn't need to be in the next scene, but Kongphob is. Speaking of the man..

"Is Kong here yet?" he asked Knot who offered him a mineral water bottle. His friend shook his head after looking around for a bit.

"Seems something caught him up. He was never late before." He commented. True, this is the first time Kong ever late to something. Arthit hesitatingly glanced at his phone on the table next to his. Should he call the younger man?

"We are sorry for being late!" suddenly Kong's booming voice come as the door to the rooftop opened. Arthit raised his head a little bit to see the commotion the younger man cause. Both Kong and Em seem to be out of breath. They must have run all the way up here to catch up with the schedule. They apologized to everyone as they proceed to walk closer to Arthit, where Kong's reserved seat was placed.

"You're late." Arthit commented once Kong sits beside him. the younger man heaved a huge sigh and hung his head low.

"Damn traffic accident." He murmured.

Ah. Outside variable, Arthit should have known.

Kong looks exhausted that he lean back to his seat with a rather pale face. Silently, Arthit offered him his half-empty water. Kong could only gave him a slight smile in gratitude before chugging all the remaining water.

"Ah. I feel rejuvenated. It's an indirect kiss from P' Arthit after all." He grinned. Arthit rolled his eyes, already expecting something like this from the younger man.

"You should start preparing. The next scene is yours after all." Arthit informed.

"Shit." Kong immediately grabbed his bag and rummaged inside to find his own script.

Arthit leaned on his back to the seat, adjusting himself to a relaxing posture as he was ready to take a few minutes of rest while Kong was away doing his scene. He must have been asleep, because the next thing he knew he was being woken up by Knot.

"-Thit, Ai' Arthit. Wake up. Eat your lunch." Knot nagged. Arthit wiped his eyes blearily and straightening himself on his seat to do so. He frowned though, when he looked at the food.

"Ai' Arthit. Don't you try to be a picky eater now." Knot knows him so well when he pursed his lips.

"The food is too bland. I don't like it." Arthit was adamant not to eat the food in front of him. he doesn't care if he was being difficult and look childish as he crossed his hands to his chest, refusing to take the food.

"What's bland?" Kong's voice was heard from behind him.

"Aw, you've finished?" Arthit asked which the younger man replied with a nod.

"You don't like the food?" it seems the younger man knows him better now, guessing correctly about it. Kong them grins and once again rummaging his bag.

"Here. We can swap." He said, presenting a lunch box.

"Euy, is that okay?" Arthit feels bad for Kong. Ugh.. he knows he is a picky eater.. but..

"It's okay. Really." The younger man said, looking for something else in his bag and a triumphant look graced his face once he found it. "I know I have it with me." He said satisfyingly, giving Arthit a small pack of pepper flakes.

"..Thanks, then." Arthit finally accepted that he will swap lunch with Kong today. He smiled in satisfaction when he peered into the lunch box, he liked the menu.

"Ooh.." Arthit eyes widened after he scooped the rice and some of the dish to his mouth.

"Good?" he doesn't realize that Kong still stare at him. swallowing his shyness, Arthit nodded. He then rolled his eyes when the shit-eating grin pasted on Kong's face.

"I'm glad it suits your taste." Kong commented as he eats his own food.

"Why?" Arthit asked between his bites.

"It means you like my cooking." Arthit coughed at the confession.

"You can cook?!" he seems to be in disbelief. He thinks that this rich boy asked someone to delivered his preferred lunch and never grace his presence in the kitchen. Kong laughed.

"Ohh.. P' Arthit khrup. How can I stuffed myself when I'm abroad if I can't cook? I made that lunch myself. And the sushi three days ago that you liked. I saw it."

Ohhoo.. Arthit's face reddened. "We-well. Good for you." Arthit said in bravery, while avoiding eye contacts with the younger man. Kong only chuckled.

"I'll treat you to my homemade meal sometimes, Phi. Just come with me to my apartment." He winked.

Ugh. The audacity.. Arthit chose to not comment about it.

But.. homemade meal.. it would be nice to sometimes get it.

Arthit secretly smiled in satisfaction.

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