The Drummer's Keeper [Completed]

A Slip Up

ARTHIT

Things are relatively quiet with no scheduled interviews or activities for the next several days as P'Jane makes sure to not accept any new requests, knowing we all need this bit of time to recharge. I have no complaints over it whatsoever as Kong is discharged that evening while Wad, the poor guy who sustained a stab in the shoulder, needs to be kept for a few more days.

Prem has all but camped out in Wad's hospital room, not caring that his intentions are clear for all to see. Bright and Knot take this in stride, not questioning but instead bringing his clothes and sneaking food into the hospital at Prem's request.

"Stop moving around!"

I glare at my stubborn boyfriend who refuses to sit still and take it easy for at least a week per doctor's orders. I had turned tomato red when said doctor had tsked when seeing the torn stitches and Prae gave me a meaningful quirk of the eyebrow when he inquired as to what happened. That effectively started the ban of any 'happy' time together until he is fully recovered much to Kong's displeasure.

Kong falls back on the couch, pulling me down along with him.

"Well if I am punished to be immobile, then someone should stay here and keep me entertained."

I flush at the suggestive leer on his face and smack his stomach hard. "Ouch!! Arthit, remember, injured man here?" he complains as he wraps his arms around me.

This man is incorrigible! I am about to give him a verbal smackdown when my phone rings. Giving him the evil eye to behave himself, I answer the call, yelping when his fingers slip under my shirt to lightly brush across the skin above where my pants sit. Reaching to pinch his thigh hard, he immediately stops, a rueful expression appearing as he rubs away the sting.

The call ends not five minutes after, leaving me stunned in its wake. Kong looks over in concern when I continue staring blankly at my phone.

"What's wrong?"

I shake out of my stupor, a stupid grin on my face. Turning towards him, I hug him tight in excitement.

"We are number one! The album sales hit an all-time high!"

It's not that we haven't done well in our previous albums but this one is more personal and close to the heart for all of us. Most of the songs were written by us as we poured our souls into those tracks. And for the fans to love the album as much as we did, that means so much more to us-it is a validation that we are not a manufactured band but have the chops to back it.

♫ - ♫ - ♫

"Arthit?"

I smile at Kong who enters my room with his hair still damp from his shower. Waving him over to sit between my legs, I grab the towel from him as I rub his hair dry. Post that, I climb off the bed to grab the aftercare ointment and fresh bandages for his arm and side. Kneeling between his open legs, I clean the edges of the nasty cut on his arm with the medicine before wrapping it up and moving my attention to his side.

"Stop staring." I can feel his smile at my soft reprimand as he winds his feet behind my lower back, locking me in, not unlike a koala hug. I just continue on, semi-amused that he has this childish side that he shows only to me. Finally done despite the lack of mobility due to Koala Kong, I lean back on my haunches, our eyes on each other.

"Kong?"

"Mmm?"

"The party tomorrow night."

"Don't worry, I am more than able to be your guard. Prae also arranged for Nai and P'Yong to be on duty since Wad is out of commission still."