SOTUS one shots

Keep Talking, Baby

Sleeptalking!Arthit

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The first time it happened, Kongpob jolts in his sleep in the middle of the night with a shove on his face. Kongpob blinked, blearily looking at the darkness of his room before his eyes landed on his sleeping boyfriend’s face. He chuckled lightly, shifting closer to Arthit who inched closer to his body warmth.

    He’s a light sleeper – he has always been a light sleeper, something Kongpob resented and thankful for. He’d wake up at the smallest of noise – a reason how he always got up so early with just the ring of his alarm.

    Kongpob closed his eyes, intending to fall back to sleep when Arthit spoke.

    “I’m hungry,”

    He opened his eyes, furrowing his brow when he noticed Arthit still fast asleep. Kongpob thought he was imagining things, but when Arthit continued to speak, he paid attention.

    “I want spicy noodles,” his boyfriend muttered in his sleep.

    “And pink milk,” Arthit continued. “Don’t forget the pink milk, Kongpob.”

    Kongpob bit his lips to keep himself from laughing. This was the first time Arthit had started sleep talking; he figured it must be from overworking – too tired and burned out from the rushed projects his boyfriend’s company was having.

    It’s not a danger to Arthit’s health – or so Kongpob thought, he’d have to do his own research about it.

    He smiled as he brushed the stray hairs on Arthit’s forehead. Even in his sleep, Arthit was still thinking about him which sent a warm feeling in Kongpob’s chest.

    And when it seemed that that was the last of Arthit’s episode, Kongpob went back to sleep.

    That afternoon, Kongpob bought his boyfriend some spicy noodles and pink milk for their dinner.

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Arthit’s sleep talking tendencies doesn’t worsen every night, but Kongpob worried nonetheless because well . . . he’ll always worry when it comes to his boyfriend. And he read something on the internet linking sleep talking to certain mental disorders, but Kongpob immediately brushed it off because Arthit’s family doesn’t have any history with them. He hoped it’s because of emotional stress, but Kongpob wondered what Arthit was stressed about to cause him to sleep talk at night.

    This night was different. Kongpob woke up with a leg on his midsection and Arthit curling to his side. He snaked an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, sighing contentedly at the warmth of their bodies. Arthit on the other hand sighed dreamily before whispering to his ear.

    “I will kill you.”

    His eyes opened widely at that. Kongpob took a peak at Arthit’s face, but his boyfriend was still asleep, breathing evenly.

    That’s not something you say to anyone, let alone your boyfriend.

Kongpob laid stiffly, eyes on the ceiling with his boyfriend in his arms. He stayed like that for a while, waiting for Arthit to say something, but his boyfriend was silent.

He was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep when Arthit buried closer to him, muttering, “I will kill you if you lose it.”

Kongpob blinked. He doesn’t know what to do, and he doesn’t know what prompt his boyfriend to say that on his sleep, but he’s keeping watch.

If he doesn’t figure this out then he will definitely lose it.

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“I love you,”