6 Years After • Completed

xxvii. Day 29

⚠ panic attacks

Arthit slowly opens his eyes, his body feels heavy but he's still able to sit upon the bed. He looks down and sees that he's still garbed in the same clothes he has last night- pressed pants (now wrinkled) and a long-sleeved oxford shirt- he looks prepared since he did plan to talk with Kongpob one last time.

Although they did talk one last time last night, it didn't go the way Arthit had planned. He was thinking of either tearful goodbyes or Kongpob wanting to stay with him- if only he let Kongpob talk, things would be different for them- Arthit wouldn't lie to him that he cheated on the younger.

Damn it.

Did Kongpob believe all the lies he spouted last night?

Well, he should. He should be with Samorn at the airport now, moving on, forgetting Arthit once again, talking about their wedding like the month that had passed had been a nightmare for both of them. A vacation needed to strengthen their relationship.

Arthit shakes his head when he feels a tightness in his chest and languidly stands up and strides towards the comfort room to do his morning routine.

A few minutes after, he returns to his bed, he lays spread-eagled, soft fabric pressed against his back, he stares at the ceiling.

It's weird and a little bit amusing that while his negative thoughts are still constantly attacking his mind, Arthit doesn't feel the need to cry, however, he feels not eating and sleeping for the rest of his life, which he knows Irish is going to force him to so he doesn't know what to think about it.

What can Kongpob be doing right at this moment?

Kongpob and Samorn are probably talking where would they spend their honeymoon.

Somewhere with a heavenly mountain view, of course, Arthit smiles at himself bitterly, people with the same interests always end up together, a research-proven fact.

Only hopeless romantic fools would believe opposites attract- like Arthit. It only exists in books. But in reality, that's how things work.

Arthit is pulled out of his reverie when a series of knocks from outside fills the place.

Arthit groans and shouts, "Irish! Someone is knocking, answer it! I don't want to go out of my room."

He returns to his self-pity but the knocking remains continuous, distracting him. Irish must be with Faye, from the lack of noise at early morning, Arthit could only guess Irish stayed with Faye last night.

Sighing, Arthit forces himself to entertain the person behind the door but all the nagging die from his lips when he's met by the sight of the younger with a sullen look.

"Kong?" Arthit calls, unsure, voice shaking.

Kongpob doesn't respond, instead, he stares at the older for a few seconds, the internal battle going on around in his head, before cupping the older's face and presses his lips against the older's.

Arthit sighs, all worries leaving him, feeling Kongpob's lips touching his. He misses this feeling. Automatically, Arthit pulls Kongpob closer by his hips. Kongpob's lips are as soft as Arthit had remembered it, it tastes sweet but it ignites a fiery feeling in him.

When Kongpob places his hand on the older's nape to deepen the kiss, Arthit gives his all to the younger. He closes his eyes feeling his mind shuts down- He forgets their situation, Samorn, all the things he said last night- because Kongpob is here and that's all he can think of.

Without breaking the kiss, Kongpob closes the door behind them, pushing Arthit back in his room. Before pulling away, Kongpob leaves quick sloppy kisses on Arthit's lips.