Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

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I think we are all ready for Kong's POV!

Arthit was behaving all funny. Well, to be fair I get worried when he isn't  being weird but tonight he seemed a little different. As soon as he marched out of my room I pretty much knew the jig was up. He would surely find out about Lee and Charlie and then throw a gigantic fit about me keeping it all from him. Except when he returned a few hours later all he did was softly place the bowl of soup on the bedside table. Whispered an almost silent "You should have told me, Kong" and jumped back like I had just given him a heart attack when I popped open my eyes. Immediately starting to stuff the spoon in my mouth, a very distinct frown settling on his forehead as he refused to speak a word more. Not one tantrum in sight, except his grumpy scowl. Other than briefly acknowledge that he knew the truth about their covert relationship he didn't even bring them up for the short while he sat next to me until I was done eating and the fever finally took over and I was passed out to the world once again.

And to be entirely honest I'm not even sure why I hadn't told him. I obviously should have. I was going to. At some point when his overtly possessive reactions stopped being so much fun. Oh lord, hanging out with Arthit for so long has honestly made me just as juvenile. How could I resist it though? He looked so bloody adorable being all loud and brash while trying to save my honor and heart from the big bad wolf aka Charlie. Sometimes he seriously reminded me of a bull in a china shop. But so what, he was still my bull in a China shop.

Well, not my to be precise. Close enough though, right? Atleast until someone came into his life and snapped him right up. And weirdly I was actually ok with that. I swear I was. Perhaps I was even ready for him to start dating again. Someone not Krystal ofcourse. And who knows this time I may truly, truly move on. If I could trust Arthit in the hands of another maybe I would finally resign from being his agent cum manager cum personal assistant cum a hundred other roles I played in his life. I could even try my hand at writing again. After all wasn't that why I had come to this city in the first place. And you never know, if time has been my friend all these years, I may go on a date of my own.

I think I almost smiled to myself, my fevered dreams swirling me around into worlds I hadn't visited for eons. The first time I met Arthit, and then the second, the third, the hundredth. The boy stubbornly refusing to leave my side even after I had made it obvious I wasn't really the friendly types. Visions of my very first apartment, dreams I had dreamt there, hopes I had built one by one. Some coming true. Others crashing and burning. A future I could almost see. A version with a heartbreaking goodbye. But then something else that was almost within my grasp. A faceless partner, a marriage, a family of my own. But no matter how much I kept running towards him he always seemed just a little out of reach. If I could only see his face, just one time, I would know where to go. Where I belonged. My smile vanishing as my frustrations grew. Chasing the man that simply didn't want to be caught. My arms grasping at thin air as the faceless man kept laughing at my struggle. A loud growl being emitted as I finally made one strong dash towards him, desperate to finally get to him, my fingers closing in on his shoulders, gripping his dark jacket tightly as I swung him around, making my heartbeat instantly crashing to a halt.

A face I have known only too well grinning mischievously at me.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! BEEP!"

The blaring of the fire alarm startling me awake, drowning the entire apartment in annoyingly loud incessant sounds. And even with my sick, foggy, sleepy brain, being pierced right in the skull with the shrieking noise I knew without a doubt that the man I call my best friend had descended on my apartment once again. I swear one-day Arthit was surely going to burn down my house.

I stretched my tired, aching body before I rolled out of bed. Instantly feeling the chill in my sweat covered body as I made way to the living room only to find my kitchen covered is a cloud of smoke while Arthit was standing right underneath the smoke detector trying to wave it away using a single paper napkin.

How has the man not managed to murder himself 15 times by now is seriously beyond me?

I rolled my eyes as I walked to the stove still charring my rather expensive and for some mind-boggling reason empty frying pan and turned it off before looking towards Arthit who was still waging a losing battle with literal air. 

"Why are you trying to destroy my house again?"

"I was trying to make breakfast. I think all these stupid utensils in your house are sentient. I swear they are fighting me."

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I did. Instead of a fridge I went and bought Terminator."

He finally turned towards me his grumpy frown still not leaving his forehead as he continued complaining about my harmless kitchen.

"Then how come this always happens to me...why the fuck are you naked?"

I looked down at myself, and although I was wearing only my boxers, I was very definitely not naked. What exactly did he think my sick ass was going to be sleeping in? A spandex suit? 

"Cover your damn self up, will you? Do you want to get sicker?"

He frantically placed that tiny paper napkin over my chest as if it was actually going to keep me warm all the while blushing furiously. Why was the dummy suddenly behaving like he hasn't seen me in my birthday suit before?

"I was about to go take a shower. What's for breakfast anyway?"

"Ummm...not...nothing...I'm just going to order something and have it delivered."

He had yet to even look my way since the time he began acting all offended by simply glimpsing at my naked chest, muttering to himself as I began speed walking towards the front door.

"Wait, where are you going? Just order from here."

"I...uh..I...I need to go get ready for the shoot. Yes, that's it. The shoot. Gotta go get dressed."

"I know your shoot isn't until later in the evening. Listen Arthit, I know you are still upset about this whole thing with Charlie and Lee and everything. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn't. It's just that with you I felt..."

"NO! I mean, I am not mad. Why would I be mad? Of course, I'm not mad. Cause nothing happened right? Yeah, absolutely nothing happened. You didn't tell me anything. And I didn't hear anything. So absolutely, totally nothing happened. Which is exactly how things should be. Things are perfect. Just perfect. You not telling me anything, and me not knowing. Just. Perfect..."

His voice still mumbling as he walked out the door without even looking back at me, softly shutting it behind him while I could still hear his voice echo in the hallway outside.

Yup, Arthit was definitely being weird.