SOTUS one shots

My Everything

Djinn!fic

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Kongpob woke up at 6 on the dot like he usually did. Beside him, his husband, Arthit, lay peacefully, still sleeping with his mouth opened. He took his time tracing the features of the sleeping person beside him, smiling at the thought that it had only been a month before Kongpob was calling his senior his ‘boyfriend,’ now he could proudly say he has a husband.

    From his position, he could make out the picture placed on the nightstand from the little light entering the room; it was their wedding photo, printed on his own request. The sun hasn’t rose yet, so Kongpob stretched after stifling a yawn. He gingerly got out of bed, careful not to wake his husband up – although Arthit could sleep through a storm.

    After getting dressed he went on for his routinely jog in the morning. Kongpob had persuaded Arthit to join him with his jogging but his husband looked as if he would rather divorce him than wake up at an ungodly hour.

    They had been together for 8 long years before Kongpob had the courage to pop the question. A proposal, as nerve wracking as it was, weirdly hadn’t given him any stress. Maybe it was due to the confidence that Arthit would say yes, or that Kongpob was just caught up in the middle of a storm of emotions that he wasn’t able to feel anything. But nonetheless, Kongpob asked, and Arthit answered.

    The wedding was just a simple ceremony – just like they had wanted, with their closest relatives and friends present. Having a garden wedding, it was a blessing it didn’t rain that day. There were some hitch from some of the merchants, but their friends mostly took care of it.

    Kongpob could still vividly recall the smile Arthit had when they were proclaimed husband and husband. He could still feel his own cheeks hurting from smiling too much himself. The taste of Arthit’s lips – sweet and warm that it made him forget about everyone in the audience.

    They both knew that that day was the start of a new beginning – their new beginning. And Kongpob couldn’t contain his excitement for what the future had installed for them. He was pretty sure with Arthit beside him they could go through anything life would throw at them. And that having Arthit by his side will be the only thing he needed.

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After his jog, Kongpob begrudgingly bought his husband a cup of pink milk. He wanted Arthit to cut down on the sugar since he was afraid it will caught up with his husband when they get older, but his senior doesn’t want to budge, threatening to make him sleep on the couch without his daily dose of sugary drink.

    Kongpob being him, of course, relented to the fact that he would never win any argument against his husband, and that this was how it will be for the rest of their lives.

    It was a Saturday, so they both have the whole day off. He had just got done with a big project and Kongpob intended to just relax at home with Arthit.

    When he entered the house he could hear music playing. Arthit may have loved sleep, but his body clock required him to wake up at 7 in the morning since he started working. Depending on how tired his husband was from work, Arthit would take up until noon just sleeping.

    He smiled as he closed the door, his feet already taking him towards the sound.

    As he was making his way to the kitchen, Kongpob could smell the eggs being friend which made his stomach grumble.

    “Someone’s hungry,” he heard Arthit say.

    “You heard that?”

    Arthit looked up and smiled, his eyes still had traces of sleep. “You always get hungry after your jog –