Arthit carried around a baggage of his past he tried to run away from. He learned to walled his heart from ever letting anyone in. At least until a certain guy comes along.
Kong's mind just went frozen when his eyes bore into two of the most beauti...
* Businessman, successful and living with his only son Knott
* Wife passed away leaving their five years old son
* Kind and generous man who was great friends to Jay and Namtarn Rojnapat
* Holding a big secret in his heart.
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Knott Kongtapan
* A lonely rich boy who lack the love of a mother and spoiled to no end.
* Volatile in temper and menacing in character
* Muscular and big frame even in his teens.
* Holds no regards what so ever to anyone except his father who he wanted to impress with all his heart.
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Had it really been 5 years that Arthit had lost touch with Knock? He quirked a small smile as he walked back to his house. He stopped by the food court to get his dinner and his usual sugar dose of pink milk. It wasn't even his favorite though he loves sweet stuff it was his mother's. Yeah, he remembered it well that one woman in his memory drinking pink milk smiling and giggling as she swung him around in her arms.
He decided to drink it to see if he could remember the feeling or anything at all and it had become a habit. He didn't remember anything else nor did he remember his father since the accident that had taken the life of his parents at least according to Thuntirat Kongtapan, his foster father. Arthit ate his dinner and complete his projects and tried hard not to make his memory returned to the past but it was in vain.
For as long as Arthit had remembered the man Thuntirat Kongtapan was the one that brought him back from the hospital telling the young boy that his parents had entrusted Arthit to his custody if anything ever happened to them. Arthit had looked into the warm eyes and melted as he hugged the older man even if he doesn't know what really happened for his memory was gone. He couldn't remember what had happened or of who he was. The man had brought him home and upon arriving Arthit had gaped at the huge mansion in front of him.
Wow.... This is not a house it is a castle ...
Arthit's young mind couldn't believe that he will be living in a castle, he was ten years old at the time. He followed the elder man inside the castle when they stopped and face a teenage boy standing at the foot of the stairs. His eyes looking sharp at Arthit.
"Knott... come let me introduce you to Arthit. Arthit is going to live with us from now on. He is the son of my friend who died recently. Arthit this is my son, Knott. He is five years older than you," Thunthirat ushered Arthit forward and the boy waied politely towards the frowning young man.
