Bad Romance

Don't Let Him Know

Arthit didn’t know what was going wrong with him, it was in the middle of his work in the office, he started to feel a little tug at his chest, as if someone was kicking him on his chest, blowing the air out of him.

Arthit almost coughed, realising how loudly he was struggling to breath, his gasps were desperate as he pushed the chair away and fell to his knees, he couldn’t breathe, his trembling hands tying to reach to his desk's drawer, but his hands shivered a lot and he couldn’t, his whole body looked like he was having a seizure, his eyes too wide, terrified, his heart beating too fast, his breathing was too erratic, he felt terror flashing infront of him, his fingers numbing and his shoulders shivering.

He tried to reach for the drawer again but fell face first to the floor, gasping, he pulled himself on his hands and knees, he was dying.

“Arthit?”

Arthit recognised that voice.

But he didn’t need to be here!

“Arthit!” Kong shouted this time, the files dropping off his hands as he rushed to Arthit, kneeling beside as Arthit tried to meet his eyes, “Th… The- the drawer!”

Arthit’s voice came out with difficulty and Kong nodded before reaching for the drawer, opening it and finding a few medicine bottles, he pulled it out, grabbing the glass of water, pulling out two pills from the bottle on Arthit’s instruction and forcing the shivering Arthit in his arms.

Arthit tried to resist to be near him while opening his mouth as Kong gave him the two pills, Kong was a little scared the way he found Arthit in the office, he made Arthit drink the water, downing the two pills and watched as Arthit still continued to shiver.

Kong tried to pull Arthit closer but the other looked dead scared to even touch him, Kong gulped, it was the first time he had seen Arthit scared, and out of all the people, Arthit was scared of him, scared to touch Kong as if he would make him dirty, wasn’t he doing that to him all along?

Instead Kong kept a hand over Arthit’s left side of the chest where his heart was pounding erratically, over his shirt, watching as Arthit was looking in his eyes with desperation, aching to survive, asking for help.

“Breathe.” Kong said softly.

“I can’t-”

“Breathe.” Kong was stern and Arthit tried to nod, the hand over his chest was comforting.

“Arthit, breathe.” Kong was sterner and Arthit was nodding like an obedient follower.

“Count till 10.”

“1…. 2… 3…. 4….”

“BREATHE!” Kong had shouted too loudly as Arthit shook, realising he was starting to calm a little.

“5…6….7…”

Arthit closed his eyes before he had to fight his inner self so terribly as he found himself inching closer to Kong.

Kong looked as inviting as earlier and Arthit hid his face with his eyes buried in the crook of his neck and cuddling to Kong for dear life, like a baby he had coiled up to Kong who was a little uncomfortable and stiffening but never pushed him away, instead wrapping his arms around Arthit protectively.

Kong was comfortable.

Kong was soft.

Kong was his solace.

Kong was his peace.

Sorry Kong…. Sorry Kong…. Sorry Kong…. But I need to save myself….

Kong was good.

Kong will  save him.

“8…. 9….” Arthit was too tired, he couldn’t speak but he knew Kong could feel that Arthit was calm again, he was breathing again, his eyes closed against Kong's neck, he was at peace again.