6 Years After • Completed

xvi. Day 19

"Kong?" Arthit pushes his head inside his ex's apartment and roams his eyes around, there's no sign of Kongpob. "Are you here? Can I come in?"

"Sure!" Kongpob responds, his voice muffled coming from the bathroom.

Arthit sits on the couch to wait for Kongpob to finish whatever he's doing there.

Not a few minutes more and he hears his ex from behind him.

"What's up?"

"Well, I was hoping may-" Arthit turns his body to look at Kongpob but halfway into it, his eyes had caught on Kongpob's state-- he just got out of the shower clearly from the towel in his hand drying his locks which are still dripping of water trickling down to his bareness, slowly, like transcendent glass beads bestowing Kongpob's body more pronounced beauty.

Arthit unconsciously tilts his head and sighs to himself, his eyes burning at one particular drop of water traveling from Kongpob's neck to his chest to his tout stomach and finally, down to his- Arthit blinks and turns his head away before he sinned more.

He can't believe himself. That is so inappropriate, though yes, he has the same type of body then again, this guy is the ex he still has feelings for so that is really uncalled for. Arthit mentally berates himself, maybe he shouldn't have come here today.

"What?" Kongpob asks.

Arthit clears his throat. "Maybe you want to wear something?"

Kongpob, realizing the awkwardness of the situation for Arthit, quickly grabs his sweater from the couch.

He then sits beside Arthit. "Decent enough?"

"Irish and Faye are fighting at our place and you know that I hate hearing shouting people especially couples so maybe I can stay here for a while? But if you don't want to be disturbed, I can leave though."

"No. Sure, stay here," Kongpob stands up and pulls out cans of beers from the fridge. "I bought some beer earlier, miss its taste, want some?"

"Sure. Pass me some."

Kongpob throws a can on Arthit's way, Arthit catches it with ease. Kongpob smiles. "Nice catch." Arthit throws him a wink and opens his beer, chuckling when the content almost drenches his shirt.

"Want to play cards?"

"Sure."

After a few hours of drinking and playing every game, they could play using the cards– which was mostly spent from Arthit explaining how those games are played to Kongpob– they stopped because Kongpob just sucked at every game and Arthit never liked playing with a novice anyway.

They then settled with Arthit showing the card tricks he learned from his customers at the bar, amazed, Kongpob asked Arthit to teach him too but 10 minutes have passed and Kongpob is yet to learn a simple flip.

Arthit laughs hard at Kongpob who's pouting adorably when the cards slip from his hands once again creating a mess.

Both of them are already drunk, cheeks crimson red, hair plastered on their sweaty foreheads, feeling warm all over.

"Seriously," Kongpob sighs and washes his hand on his face frustratingly. "I give up."

Arthit chuckles and takes another sip. "It takes some time to learn it so don't give up just yet. Plus, you're drunk."

"No, you're drunk."

They sure are really drunk because they found that lame interaction funny enough to be laughing, tearing up, for several minutes before stopping to a small chuckle.