Broken Memories

A testing of patience and waters

A/N: I have no idea if I still have any readers or not. But here's hoping. I am so sorry for taking so long with this chapter. Work got total hectic and then I found out BTS (my favorite Korean group) is going to be coming over to the U.S for a few concerts and I got tickets! So I am so excited for that! Anyway I think people are going to be surprised by the outcome of this chapter. Please enjoy, and if either boy seems OOC I apologize. I have reasons for making them so.

"P'Arthit, have you been awake this whole time?"

Arthit glances down to see Kongpob looking at him with a worried expression on his face. He honestly isn't sure how to answer the younger man. He can't actually remember if he's slept or not, so many things have been running through his mind, "You should be sleeping, Kongpob, you have that doctor appointment tomorrow."

"You're coming with me right?" Kongpob asks keeping his voice just above a whisper, "Or-" He shakes his head, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have just assumed you wouldn't have plans."

Arthit's facial features soften, "Of course I'm coming with you, Kongpob. I'm keeping my promise and..."

"P'Arthit if you hadn't promised my sisters and the doctor would you have left me to my own devices?" Kongpob asks.

"Why are you asking me that?" The question had come out of nowhere and Arthit isn't sure how he's supposed to react to it. Ever since he had returned from his 'meeting' the night before with Bright and Knott he had been keeping an even closer eye on his charge. It had only been a few days since then, but he was keeping on his toes and keeping an eye out for anyone who was giving Kongpob or himself the snake-eye. So far things seemed quiet; normal, calm. Arthit hated it.

Thanks to the damn text Arthit, despite having a lock on his door, found it difficult to sleep for more than a few hours at a time. A feeling of dread was overwhelming at times but he hadn't realized it was as plain as the nose on his face.

Kongpob sighs deeply, "According to what my classmates have told me and what I pieced together from stories, you hated me before this happened. Also, you've appeared rather, distracted, like you don't want to be here."

Arthit feels his heart wrenching, "I didn't hate you Kongpob. I can't even think of anyone who I do hate in my life."

"But that morning when you found me you were so strict and angry and I-" Kongpob having been laying in his senior's arms, rolls over so his back is facing the older boy, "I've been thinking and I'm worried you're only helping me because you feel like you have to not because you want to."

Arthit immediately misses Kongpob's warmth but doesn't move to retrieve it, not yet, "Kongpob, I'm going, to be honest with you and I want you to listen to me before you jump to any conclusions, and I want you to be honest with me too," He takes a deep breath, "First off I need you to answer a question. Do you like me? And I don't mean just as a friend."

Kongpob grows tense and Arthit can immediately decipher the answer but he needs to hear Kongpob say it, "I, it doesn't matter if I do or not, but yes I do."

"Good, now if I kissed you right now, would you believe it was genuine, or just an act?" Arthit asks hoping he's taking the right gamble by asking this question.

Kongpob, however, isn't sure exactly how to respond to the question, "P'Arthit, I think you should get some more sleep. It seems you need it even more than I do."

Arthit sits up rest his back against his headboard, "Kongpob, I'm being serious about this. I-"

"P'Arthit, you're keeping something from me, aren't you?"