Single dad Arthit has always known Kongpob, a regular at his cafe, as a player. The latter brings in different partners every month and Arthit swears he'll stay away from him for good. However, life seems to have a different plan for him when Puimek...
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Beep beep beep beep beep—
Arthit's hand snakes out from under the blanket to scour for the noisy culprit. When he gets a hold of his phone, he quickly jabs the snooze button and peeks open one eye to register the time on the screen: 6 AM.
He lets out a soft exhale, partly glad that he didn't oversleep. Feeling relieved, he allows himself another five minutes of shut-eye before he wakes up to another boring, mundane day of repeated routine.
Arthit snuggles into the soft pillow and takes a deep breath. Puimek feels unusually warm beside him today but he's not complaining. The morning air feels cold in the room.
Wait— why does it smell different? The pillow feels satin-smooth?
"G'morning," a husky voice murmurs into his ear and Arthit swears he almost jumped out of his skin when he rolls to his side to see Kongpob lying next to him, giving him a lazy but sexy smile.
"K-Kongpob?!" stammers Arthit, his sleep-laden eyes now wide like saucers. "W-what happened?"
Did he and Kongpob do anything last night?
It's an instinctive reaction on his part but when the older man has swiftly tossed the blanket off them to check if they're still fully clothed, Kongpob can't help but laugh.
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything, P'Arthit," assures the younger man, propelling himself up by the elbows. "I'm sick, remember?"
Right. He remembers now.
"It's a pity though," adds Kongpob under his breath but it doesn't escape the older man.
Arthit turns scarlet all over from his cheeks all the way to his neck. This, by far, has got to be the most embarrassing experience in his life, waking up and panicking over a non-existent scandalous night with another man who's not even some random stranger that he's picked up when he's drunk but non-other than his cafe's regular customer — a man that he's found out the night prior that he might be having complicated feelings towards, Kongpob Sutthilak.
"Why am I in your bed?" he dares himself to ask, swallowing hard at the fabricated scenarios that are casually lurking in his now awake mind. He doesn't remember how he's fallen asleep last night.
"I woke up in the middle of the night to see you slumped over the edge of the bed. You looked really uncomfortable and I didn't have the energy to carry you back to your back so I shifted you onto my bed instead. That's all," explains Kongpob, stretching out his long arms to loosen the kinks in his muscles.
Arthit unintentionally catches a glimpse of the younger man's taut stomach as his shirt rides up, which has prompted him to quickly scramble out of the king-sized bed with his cheeks tinted pink. There it goes again. Another one of those weird feelings tickling in the pit of his stomach.
