Sotus: Hiraeth [Complete]

6.Betrayal

Arthit

' I'm going to hospital - emergency.
Don't skip meals. Have a great day !
Be back soon'
- Kong.

Arthit squinted his eyes trying to decipher Kongpob's handwritten note on tiny bit of paper, letters were so slanted Arthit wondered how they didn't fall flat on the paper. It's right what they say about doctor's handwriting and when it's written in a haste it can only be deciphered through a professional decoder in Arthit's opinion.

He somehow understood emergency- means Kong left for hospital. And rest will definately be ' be back soon' , it's Kong's habit he always writes that to Arthit even when he goes for week long trips.

' Be back soon' - the words are reassuring to Arthit. Kong may not mean that in literal sense but Arthit takes solace in thinking it's his way to reassure he won't leave.

Three month had passed since news of Thaksirat's engagement. Almost five months has passed since Arthit first met Kongpob in La desiré. Most of Arthit's nights are now spent in Kong's embrace, sleeping peacefully in his double bed, though his own King sized bed awaits every night in his penthouse but Arthit prefers this humble abode over cold walls of his penthouse.

Many things has changed in these three months especially their bond - no, they are still not lovers or boyfriends. Their relationship had no label it's a simple arrangement of two human souls being together whenever they can or they desire.
But at the same time Arthit can safely say now he has someone who will atleast think about him once in a day. Now Arthit had a shoulder where he can lay his head, he had someone whose arms will try to secure his fall and secure his fall is all Kong does. He had become a strong pillar Arthit can lean on. Though he still had not shared a single thing but somehow Kongpob has guessed the gist of his problem.

It had been three months still Arthit didn't touch single drop of alcohol even once after his hotel incident. He had stayed clean from every type of alchohol, started daily exercise and yoga to reign in his temper. He had even stayed away from late night parties and wild gatherings of his social circle.

P'Jane was very happy with him. Arthit now reached the set on time and always practices his lines before shoot. Producers, directors and other staff were changing their attitude towards him day by day.

These three months weren't all candles and roses, there are still times when Arthit was tempted to lose himself in alchohol so that he would have an excuse to blame his reckless action on.

Alchohol was never a problem, Problem was his urge to control the situation and dominate the atmosphere. He didn't like losing control of situation be it office, set or bed.

He liked being in control.... he needed to be in control. It was must to keep his sanity that he always had upper hand. Whenever situations seemed to spiral out of control and Arthit was on verge of going back to his own ways Kongpob always intervened. It was Kongpob who introduced him to meditation, he would always make Arthit sit beside him and meditate whenever Arthit spent a free evening at Kong's apartment.

Arthit chuckled thinking about meditation with Kong. He had a secret - whenever Kong made him meditate with him. Arthit closes his eyes only for first five minutes till Kong is settled deep in meditation then he would look at Kong's beautiful face, caress those perfect long eyelashes with his admiring gaze. He would trace those supple full lips with his eyes, that wide forehead , thick bush of raven hair. He would sit languidly with his legs folded in 'padmasana' and admire the perfection Kong is. It's his own form of meditation - one that suited his taste and especially the one that didn't bore him in to falling asleep.

He had seen face of Thaksirat planted over newspapers and media numerous times in last 90 days but slowly and surely it had lost control it had on him previously . At start it was excruciatingly painful, but he didn't need alchohol now that he had found his own source of addiction - one that is pleasurable to drown himself in to, he never felt need to drink after that.