IT'S OK IF IT'S YOU

CALLING ON TO THE GUARDIAN ANGELS

Kongpop was sitting at the dining table that next morning, arms crossed and dark circles around his eyes as he waited for Knock to come out from his room. Korn was silently watching his grim face. It was scary watching Kong at the moment. His determined face was not usual and the dark circle was even more disconcerting to watch. Whatever was troubling him was definitely concerning Arthit.

When Knock came out of his room Korn was even more disturbed at how he looked. He was a real mess. His face was pale and he had dark bags under his swollen eyes. Korn jumped to meet him.

"The hell happens to you?" Korn barked, apprehension filled his voice. Knock went straight into his arms and let out a strained sigh in the nook of his neck. Knock's body was trembling. Something must have happened to shook him this bad. Kong eyed him and felt his gut twist.

Arthit!

"Knock, you have quite an explanation to do. Quit stalling. I know this has something to do with Arthit. Now sit down have your breakfast then spill," Kong's words were low and serious; the obvious dominance in the voice rang loud and clear. Knock looked at him and nodded once.

Knock gulped the coffee in front of him and finish his breakfast quickly if he ever wanted to protect his little Oon, he was going to need a lot of help. He shot Kong a look and realized that if anyone who could help him concerning Arthit, it will be Kong.

"You ready to tell me now, Knock," Kong asked as he caught the look. Korn sat silently watching the exchange of looks between them suddenly feeling a little chill crept up his spine.

"First tell me why you look like shit," Knock asked Kong who lowered his eyes for a minute turning his face into granite.

"I had a strange dream last night and couldn't bring myself back to sleep afterward," Kong answered honestly.

"It about Arthit isn't it?" Knock asked looking deep into Kong eyes and saw his surprised look.

"Yes," Kong's curt answer told Knock that whatever that dream was about it disturbed Kong a whole lot.

"I had one too; Kong and it scared the shit out of me..." Knock said his voice cracking and he was gulping hard at the moment.

"You better tell me the whole thing now, Knock, you're really scaring me now," Kong said feeling trepidation begins to yip around his heart.

So, knock inhaled deeply and started his story. He told them everything from the moment he had met a young very pretty boy at his usual hideout when the boy was ten years old as how he was treated by his so-called older brother Knot until the day the boy was twelve when one day out of the blue Knot had dragged the boy towards the shed out of Knock's hand.

Knock had tried to stop the bully but the look in his face had scared Knock so much that before Knock realized he had been running towards the main house so fast calling for Uncle Thun.

Knock had practically dragged the older man in his feet as they raced towards the shed. Knock had called out the boy's name when he suddenly heard the boy's forlorn and desperate screaming. They race towards the shed and what they found there froze the blood in their veins. Knock actually fell on his knees at the sight of little Oon's naked body pressed on top of the table by Knott.

A fierce livid cry came from Uncle Thun as he rushed towards his son and grabbed hold of him and flung him off towards the wall. He hit Knott across his face sending the young man sprawling towards the floor. Uncle Thun was fuming and he could barely control his anger as Knock watched him stood towering over Knott who was looking back at his father with blank glazed eyes.

Knock had raced toward Oon who had slid off the table and passed out holding him tight. Hastily pulling on little Oon's shorts covering him. Knock didn't wait instead he took Oon into his arms and carried him out of the shed towards the house shouting for the butler to call the family doctor.

Knott was exiled overseas the very next day by Uncle Thun and for a month Arthit had locked himself in his room only letting Knock in bringing him food. Knock had actually spent the entire month with Arthit, sleeping with him and never letting Arthit alone. It was a slow process but he got Arthit out of his room and about but never without Knock beside him.

It was exactly three years later when one day after promising Arthit that he will come back soon; Knock had left for home about 4 hours before returning and finding that Arthit had left, leaving him a letter. He went to a boarding school in Chiang Mai. Knock had tried to contact him but he never replied. He literally vanished for five years before they met again recently.

The look on Kong's face was like death itself. Tears ran down his face at the thought of how young Oon had to go through that kind of ordeal. His eyes flashed fires of hell at the unknown man that had put his Oon through. He wanted to kill that man!

Korn was gulping hard, he dragged his chair closer to Knock and hauled Knock into his arms and hold him tightly. His mind was in chaos when Arthit's face came to mind, he felt like crying. That cute, sweet guy who danced like an angel had in truth went through such horrendous ordeal at a very tender age. Korn actually shed a tear as he rocked Knock back and forth slowly, comforting him.

"Knock.... I felt this is not over yet. I had a very bad feeling about this matter." Kong said looking at them.

"I felt the same way, Kong. That dream I had, it's not a replay of what had happened at all. It was something that yet to happen and I don't like what I see Kong." Knock said his voice trembled. Real fear in his eyes, and it wasn't a kind of fear that for his own safety but for Arthit.

"Tell me what you dream, Knock," Kong said his face strained with anxiety. Knock bit his lips and breath deeply.

"I saw Oon fighting with him, Kong. Oon was good and he was winning too but then he heard a voice and stopped Kong. Oon stopped fighting altogether and he overpowered Oon immediately." Knock said in a sad voice.

"Whose voice?" Kong asked almost afraid to ask. Knock gulped and sigh.

"Mine... it was my screaming that stopped him from fighting, Kong. That bas..rd, took that chance to.... Shit Kong, he was trying to protect me...!" Knock almost scream in despair. Korn grabbed hold of Knock and held him tight as he soothed Knock, gently.

"Korn, call the team over, all of them," Kong said coolly and rise from his seat heading towards his room to shower. Korn nodded and fumbled for his phone sending text to the group chat telling them to come to Korn's & Knock's dorm ASAP!

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