The unseen love

Chapter XXXIX -> Just a normal morning

A.N. The attentive ones will notice there is a chapter missing, it is the mature ending to their fight sequence but I haven't yet written/finished that one. But I do not want to let the whole story screeching to a halt because of me not being sure how to let a mature chapter play out. Aside of that it will be mostly a readerservice chap and not so much real story.

Arthit Pov

For some time now I, Kong and my father had been doing these twice a month activities. We had followed a usual pattern of activities in which we would show the other a part of our life. As such he had visited the university, I had visited the different departments of the company, he had come to our dorm and we had dined several times as various restaurants.
Today however I was to show one particular part of my life to him, music. But before he came I and Kong had something to discuss. A while ago he had raised the subject of moving out of the dorm and into a real apartment together. I had been happily surprised and told him to look for some apartments so that we could go and visit them to determine whether to move or not.

It was early in the morning and though it was a rarity I was up already, standing in the kitchen to make my lovely Kong a nice breakfast. I was nearly finished with cleaning up when he came into the kitchen, yawning and dragging with his feet. I heard him sit down on one of the chairs, yawning again before finally saying something, morning P', morning Kong. Am I not getting a morning kiss today? You already got one Kong, but you were still soundly asleep. So you stole one? Maybe, (arthit grinning) give me another one, Please, (nagging) come and get one, He didn't react until I suddenly felt two arms on my shoulders before I was turned a hundred and eighty degrees after which I felt something warm and soft on my lips. His lips were soft and sweet as ever. I nibbled a bit on his lower lip while one of my hand moved through his silky hair. After that we felt in the other's embrace, enjoying the others scent and warmth. He had this refreshing yet sweet scent, light but present. It was our morning ritual, a kiss, an embrace and a soft blew in the other's ear. It was funny to see how he could melt underneath me, though he usually was the top in our relation I could also play the role. When making out a battle for dominance was always involved, depending on our moods and feelings either one of us would prevail or we would take turns though I must admit it was mainly his territory to be on top.

Today it was exactly six months ago that he had knocked on my door, it seemed like it only happened yesterday. Time had flown by as if it was nothing. We had rapidly developed an extremely close bond. That might have been because of the fact that we were both in some way looking for a person to love and also that we both had a deep emotional side. The two of us both shared a lot of characteristics as well as being opposites in other aspects of life. We both had a sense of dealing with our troubles instead of shying away, though I was much more consumed by fears resolving around all kinds of what ifs whereas he would stay much more rational. He usually was the one taking initiative, aside of that he was much more calculating, neat and composed than I was. I was impulsive, stubborn and could always be counted on to create a terrible mess, though I could think terribly fast he usually thought everything through assuring there was no aspect uncovered. The one things we shared the most, was our unending love for the other.

Kongpob Pov

When I woke up I felt cold, Arthit was already up and I felt terribly tired. When I looked in the mirror I gasped, it was as if a ghost looked me in the face. I shrugged my shoulders before brushing my teeth and leaving for the kitchen. I could hear my P', singing. That was a rarity, in our relation he was (comparatively) the more silent one. He would talk but not much without asking. That had been one of the most important lessons I learned about him. Ask him and then wait for the answer. Ask multiple times and he'll close himself up, don't ask and he'll remain silent. He had a truly complex personality, very sensitive and emotional but also a great deal of rational thinking. I had sometimes truly wondered who he really was, it was as if there was a constant battle between two sides in him. But over time I learned how to handle him and he learned how to think more rationally. After our last fight we had both invested a great deal of time into talking about things like personality, our past and the future. We had talked about the medical options for his blindness, about a plan to make the US part known to my parents and how to prevent another fight like the last one. And we had truly progressed. I am not saying we didn't have disagreements but at least we both didn't draw uniformed conclusions.