SOTUS one shots

Sugar Rush

Three times Kongpob tried to keep Arthit from eating sweets

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1.

Before Arthit even takes a bite of his ice cream cone, Kongpob grabs it from his hand leaving his mouth hanging open and him glaring at his boyfriend.

    Kongpob smirks at him smugly, enjoying a bite of his own. He’s not really into sweets but he has a mission of keeping Arthit from consuming any more sugar. The weather is getting chilly here in the city, and a lot of people started having sore throats and coughs, and Kongpob doesn’t want Arthit to catch one.

    “That’s mine, you know,” Arthit mutters. “Give it back to me.”

    “No, P’,” Kongpob says as he licks the sides of the cone. “I told you; no more sweets for now.”

    “But why?” His boyfriend whines.

    They’re at the lounges; Kongpob has just finished his class and was lucky enough to catch his boyfriend trying to eat ice cream.

    “Aww, is our little Arthit on a sugar cleanse?” Bright teases, his chin propped on the palm of his hand.

    Arthit glares at his friend, but doesn’t answer. He turns to his boyfriend and says, “Give it back, Kongpob.”

    “No,”

    Arthit takes a deep breath. He was really looking forward to tasting that strawberry sweetness – he’s been thinking of it up until his last class. And now said strawberry goodness is at the hands of his stupid boyfriend and his stupid smirk and his stupid lips that are now red from the cold and . . .

    “I hate you,” he mutters.

    “No you don’t,” Kongpob chews, and to the rest of his seniors, he says, “I’ll excuse myself now, P’s. I still have to meet with my friends.”

    And before he leaves, he tells to Arhtit, “No more sweets, P’. Please?”

    “Whatever,” Arthit mutters, crossing his arms like a petulant child whose been robbed of his sugar – oh wait.

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2.

It was lunch time and Arthit is at the cafeteria with his friends to eat. He’s grinning triumphantly as Pink Milk Lady hands him his drink.

    Their lunch break is on a different time than Kongpob’s and it’s the perfect time for him to have his sweets without his boyfriend breathing down his neck. It’s been days since he last had something remotely with sugar, and Arthit basks at the glory that’s about to go down his throat at the form of his precious pink milk.

    But before he can take a sip, his bestfriend, Knott, takes the drink from his hand.

    “No,” he finds himself whispering as Arthit licks his lips, closing his mouth while following his sugar in a cup with his eyes.

    “No sugar, Arthit,” Knott says.

    “Not you, too!” Arthit huffs. “I thought you are my bestfriend?”

    “I am,” Knott replies, handing Arthit’s drink to Tootah since his bestfriend doesn’t like sweets to begin with. “And I agree with Kongpob; no sweets for now.”

    “I hate you,” he mutters, glaring at Tootah whose smiling at him sweetly as his friend takes a long sip of his drink. “I hate you, too,” he says to Tootah.

    Bright slings an arm over his shoulders and says, “Arthit, my friend. Your boyfriend is quite terrifyingly protective of you. We’re not about to get into his bad side.”