17. 312 Weeks? Really?

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Just a quick Valentine's Day drabble uwu

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It's ridiculous, and, upon seeing it, Arthit thinks he might throw up, bile rising quickly in his throat. Of course Kongpob has to do this, that cheesy, lame, stupid bastard.

Fuck.

Arthit's cheesy, lame, stupid bastard. And that brilliant bastard just had to go and get him a bouquet of three hundred and twelve red roses—"One for near every week we've spent together."

Arthit can feel the bitter taste of acid taking over his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick." Either way, he takes the bouquet from Kongpob's arms, now carrying a surprisingly heavy weight. "It's not even our anniversary."

At his words, his sharp tone, Kongpob's expression falls, and Arthit wishes he could take back his words. Accept the gift all over again. React better, in a way that makes the younger smile. Six years later and he's still making the same mistakes.

"It's...," Arthit lets out a breath, eyes locked now on the silver ring glinting on Kongpob's left ring finger, a parallel to his own. "It's ridiculous," he admits, "but I...," a grin spreads across his face, and if he were more honest with himself, he'd note that he's been fighting back a smile ever since he was first presented the roses, "I love it."

Kongpob lights up, and though Arthit is the sun, Kongpob is brighter than any star in the sky.

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a/n (think abt how big that bouquet must be oh my GOD) uhh this is honestly just a drabble like < 250 words, but I've got a fairly long one-shot coming up too so,,, Brace Yourself

happy valentine's day everyone!!

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