Bad Romance

I Love You

A/N: Firstly you know the warning drill. Sexual content ahead guys, underage kids, please don't traumatize yourself.

My soul left me somewhere down the lines.... Gotta go bathe in holy water.

It's the first time I wrote a smut (kinda) forgive me if not upto the mark. Isn't proofread but yeah, forgive me.

Good luck.  #youmademedothis🙂

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Kong had been there, taking not more than two days before he got discharged with a shoulder immobilizer strapped at his left arm.

He had watched how Arthit looked so devoid of any emotion throughout the funeral rites, Kong had watched as Arthit remained so blank while his parents were buried, how the monks uttered their chants, Kong desperately hoped that Arthit released whatever he was holding…. A breath …. A tear, anything, because facing this Arthit was scary, he was blank and looked so unaffected by his own parents' death.

But Kong knew sooner or later knew it was going to break down, he had known how Arthit was, trying his best to hold back whatever he felt to himself and break down only to him, Kong could desperately cling to the hope that maybe…. Just maybe Arthit will come back to him by the end of it all because not feeling emotions was the sign that Arthit might just…. Go completely numb and into total PTSD. 

Kong realised that the breakdown finally came from Arthit when he hadn’t expecting it.

Kong had been busy, trying to make himself some food with his mobile right hand, in the kitchen when it was late enough for any maid to be there to help, he had been practically spending his days staring at the walls of Arthit’s mansion, Kong had almost toured through the whole of the mansion, he wasn’t allowed to overwork himself in anyway, confined to this place, eating, looking around…. And nothing else, though, it hadn’t kept Kong away from getting on all the developments in the Empire, Arthit was supported by various mafia clans, taking over as the Mafia Don, firing all of those who had been bribed, killing a few, getting hold on those who told them that Apin had personally planted some of the lower ranks like Kong had done back at Kirati’s Empire, way of getting back.

Apin had blackmailed the bodyguards with their families, ones who had actually stayed loyal and rejected, got themselves and their families killed.

Apin was more ruthless than Kong could imagine.

Revenge was running through their veins.

And Kong couldn’t do anything, Arthit had been adamant for him to rest while he watched Arthit working from morning till late at night, handling everything, he almost looked on the verge of a burnout but by every morning, he acted like it was nothing, and went back to his office, Kong had fallen asleep numerous times when he had tried to wait for him to return from work but Arthit never came before one of morning.

Huge headlines came out in newspapers, they were always covered with cameras everywhere… it actually felt disgusting how incompetent and corrupted police was in all this.....

Kong's friends did call him up sometimes, asking if he was alright, he was…. But Arthit wasn’t, despite Knot frequenting into the mansion and trying to get Arthit to talk about his loss, Arthit wouldn’t.

Kong just waited, for his injury to improve enough until he was back into the business, he hated to be there doing nothing, knowing that a storm was blowing up in their horizon.

At the present day, though, Kong had dared to slide inside Arthit’s home office, went through his computer, practically hacked into the computer, going through his files, the numerous pendrives in the table's drawers containing vital information regarding all of Rojnapat Empire's activities…. The various surveillance camera footage of various parts of the property.


Kong had shut it down before realising his grumbling stomach ached for food.

He had been trying to make some decent food for himself when he heard the certain bang at the door.