What If: KongpobArthit

Table Manners

A/N: Hi! Hello! Finally a proper update. (/ω＼) If ever you recognize the image above or even the vibes it give then you have a hint of what's this chapter is about.

Read at your own risk but do enjoy! 

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He's hungry.

Famished.

Starved to death.

And Arthit just couldn't help but drool on the delicious buffet served before him.

The table prompted with so much terrific decors was full of nothing but mouth watering delicacies effecting Arthit's stomach and ache for attention to be filled. From a bulk of red juicy meat cooked under pressure to be tender and moist to much fresh sea foods asking to be just eaten in a sinful manner. Every cut and pieces were oozing with flavors sending Arthit immediately to heaven by just smelling them from his distant position.

A whole platter of roasted turkey stuffed and brushed with different spices making the skin crispy and tasty beyond normal; traditional menu was put into shame.

Pasta and bread at the corner begging to be looked and be judged by his waiting tongue. Pastries baked into out of this world shapes and color, nonetheless, still worth the great considerations.

It was a great feast before his eyes completed with porcelain plates and cups, golden utensils, candles and such. His hands were just itching to grab anything and stuffed into his mouth setting aside the table manners his parents thought him when he was young for he couldn't fathom anymore how long he would last without indulging himself. Mind no longer functioning properly that his logical and rational reasoning were starting to shut down. Putting him into a disadvantage when especially he was facing a greater issue than the meal served for him.

Almost a week of just enough supply of water and tiny bits of crackers, his boyfriend, soon to be an ex, who also happened to be his kidnapper seemed to forget that a human being needed to eat accordingly to survive. As the negligence continued, his skin got drier, complexion turned paler, his bones almost sticking obviously as an evident to his lack of nutrition.

But all of that changed when on the eighth day, his good looking boyfriend dressed in his black three-piece Armani suit came personally to his cell, Arthit decided to call it that even though it was more of a hotel room without windows, and invited him to join him for lunch.

The oddest thing that happened since day one.

"P'Arthit."

However, the said pale young adult couldn't take his eyes off from the food presented. Yet, the man across chuckled to the way he was treated instead of being offended.

"P'Arthit seems to be hungry."

"And whose fault is that, huh? Kongpob?"

"Well..."

"Why Kong? Why are you doing this? Did I ever hurt you? Did I do something so bad to you that you think I deserve this kind of treatment?!"

The surrounding went bizarre with the absence of response and when Arthit couldn't stand it anymore, he went to call for his attention again.

"KONGPOB!!!"

"Because..." He paused calculating his words. "I love you. I love you, P'Arthit."

"You fucking liar!!!"

Arthtit was ready to climb at the table to reach the man who just laughed at his direction due to his reaction but he momentarily forgot that his hands were tied behind him and his feet were chained to the base of the chair. As a result of his forgetful mind, he landed on the floor with a loud impact. Kongpob's servants then assisted him back to his chair with his face filled with so much anger and hatred.