Too to good to be good

Scared my love, you'll go

Arthit hates fighting with Kongpob

To be fair, it doesn't happen that often, but when it does, oh boy he fucking hate it. He hates the distance that follows, although largely temporary. He hates the dark looks and blank stares and passive aggressive eye rolls, although, again, to be fair, those are mostly on Arthit's part. He can't even remember what the stupid fight was about, but he just knows that he was right and Kongpob was wrong. Or the other way around. He can't even remember who was winning. This is so dumb, he thinks as he rearranges his pink milk in the table. Even with their ongoing fight, Kongpob still offered him pink milk and food, only infuriating him more. Kongpob's too good for him, too good for anyone really, too good for the entire earth. Arthit gets so frustrated with kongpob's quick-to-forgive nature. He's all too kind and too honest and too loving and oh - Arthit's interrupts his own thought - that's what the fight was about.

Arthit remembers that he'd been in a bad mood all day, about some dumb thing he read or a bad song playing during their walk to his dorm or something, who knows, but he'd been fee-fi-fo-fum-ing around the dorm all afternoon when kongpob tried to rub his happy-go-lucky pheromones all over him. That's when Arthit snapped. He asked Kongpob why he always felt the need to fix everything and it came out a lot more condescending than anticipated. The worst part was that Kongpob apologized, as if he'd done something wrong. He apologized to Arthit even though Arthit was acting like a total brat. Kongpob apologized by saying he should've given Arthit some space because he was visibly upset. Arthit couldn't take it anymore. He went on a rant about Kongpob being too nice and kongpob asked what's wrong with being too nice and Arthit said everything and their fight just went into the illogical/nonsensical realm where all fights end up. Kongpob suggested they sleep it off before going to his own dorm so that's what Arthit is trying to do as he fusses so much with the pillows that he finds a part that isn't stuffed with rocks and rests his head there for the rest of the night, somehow finally finding sleep.

When Arthit wakes up the next morning, the room is eerily quiet. Arthit lifts his head to peer into the other side of the room but Kongpob isn't there making his usual morning cup of coffee. Odd, Arthit thinks. Kongpob's usually already in his room and ready for his day before Arthit even thinks about waking up. He gets up anyway, even though he's terrified Kongpob might be dead because that would be the only logical explanation for him not being up out and in his room already. He decided to go to kongpob's dorm after taking a bath and knocks gently, hoping last night's fight was one of those forget-in-the-morning types. He doesn't get a response, but he opens the door anyway. He finds Kongpob sitting on his bed, looking at his phone. He doesn't look up when Arthit sits next to him and he's pretty sure this is the apocalypse because why is Kongpob ignoring him, he's usually the first one to forgive-and-forget.

"Kong," Arthit says, putting his hand on Kongpob's arm. Kongpob pulls away like Arthit just burned him and the tension settles on them like a dark cloud.
"I'm sorry," Arthit says immediately, surprised at the anxiety he hears in his own voice. "I don't even know why we were fighting, it was so stupid of me to say you're too nice. Of course you're nice, that's like your best trait. You're so forgiving and sweet and-"

"Are you done kissing up to me?" Kongpob asks. He hasn't looked up from his phone. Arthit feels like he's stepped into a wormhole. Who is this and where is his boyfriend who's usually too much everything except an asshole which is what he's being too much of right now.

"I'm not kissing up to you," Arthit says, biting his tongue to avoid saying what he wishes Kongpob would kiss with that attitude of his. "I'm just saying, I didn't mean to fight with you. It was-"

"I'm going to get coffee down the cafeteria," Kongpob interrupts, getting out of bed, still not looking at Arthit, and walking out of the door without inviting him. Arthit's convinced aliens have stolen his boyfriend. What the fuck? he thinks to himself, what the actual fuck? He's beyond upset now. Here he was, just trying to apologize and scrap last night but Kongpob, oh no, Kongpob just had to wake up in the worst mood ever. Arthit is furious because stupid arguments aren't supposed to last this long, especially when Kongpob has forgiven worse. "What the fuck?" he says aloud this time. He's still sitting on Kongpob's bed so he gets up and walks into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of his own coffee seeing as his usual barista has morphed into Godzilla. He starts preparing when he notices Kongpob is ran out of coffee beans which is probably why he rushed out the door, keeping Arthit hostage in his house without caffeine. He really is a monster.

Arthit busies himself on the bed, going through some site posting something about people being two faced and he laughs, wanting to show Kongpob but Kongpob is too busy being an idiot. As if controlled by Arthit's thoughts, Kongpob steps inside with his coffee and walks past Arthit.

"Can we make up now?" Arthit asks, following him into the kitchen.
"This is seriously the worst and I'm gonna be busy starting tomorrow for my internship and I don't want to end this day with us fighting."

Kongpob stares at him, expression as blank as those white backdrops he loves taking pictures so damn much. Arthit feels like screaming. This has to be their worst fight to date. Worse than the time Arthit accidentally forgot Kongpob hates spicy food and made him eat a spicy fried rice. Worse than the time Kongpob was busy and kept missing Arthit's calls. Even worse than the debacle of 2018 which they promised to never mention because it was the stupidest fight, until this one apparently. Even when they're fighting, Kongpob still looks at Arthit, even tries to keep their bodies close to remind him how much they actually love each other. Arthit remembers one time they had been arguing but Kongpob had still grabbed his hand on their way to his dorm. It seemed so cheesy at the time, but Arthit wants that back, he'd give anything to get that back.

"Kong, can you at least look at me? What's keeping you so upset? I just need you to say something."

Kongpob opens his mouth like he's about to take Arthit out of his misery but instead he grabs his coffee and go out of his room. When Arthit hears the door closed, he immediately feels tears welling up in his eyes. He suddenly gets this notion that this is much worse than he anticipated and a tightness surges from his throat to his chest and the pain is so much he needs to sit down. He feels himself starting to tremble; this is so unlike him and so unlike Kongpob to treat him this way. He feels like he's in a bad dream. This is all a bad dream, he tells himself, pinching himself like he's seen in the movies. This isn't real. It can't be.

Arthit wakes up with a jolt as if he's just been doused with cold water. He notices two things at once: he's sweating and it's dark outside.
"Holy shit, it was just a dream," Arthit says to no one in particular. He feels actual tears coming on, but of joy this time. He jumps off the bed and runs down the hallway like a madman to Kongpob's dorm. He doesn't even bother knocking, just barges in and curls up next to Kongpob like a dog that's finally been let inside during a thunderstorm. He sees his hands still shaking from the after effects of his dream as he goes up to cup Kongpob's shoulder to wake him up. Before Kongpob's eyes are even fully open, Arthit's already rambling,
"I had the worst dream, Kong. You were being so mean, literally vicious and you wouldn't even look at me and it was all because of that stupid fight we had and I'm so sorry. I wasn't even mad at you I was just being crappy and cranky. I seriously take you for granted and I'm sorry, you are too good, but it's exactly what I need. You're literally amazing, Kong. I'm just-"

Kongpob puts his hands up. "Are you practicing an oratory piece?" He asks, laughing, and by the looks of it he's enjoying this very flustered display. "So I was mean to you in your dream and that made you freak out? How nice am I usually?" He snorts, pulling Arthit into his chest to soothe him. "P, I'm literally not even upset anymore. Seriously, stop with that 'too good' nonsense. We balance each other out. You just get grumpy easily because you're always tired with projects and processing of internship but you're perfect and I don't mind our dumb fights because otherwise we'd be boring and mushy all the time since we love each other so damn much."

Arthir takes in a deep breath and exhales a laugh because he feels like a complete idiot. He hugs Kongpob tighter and smiles when he feels his hand crawling under his t-shirt. "Can we have makeup sex now?" Kongpob asks, his breath ghosting Arthit's neck, making Arthit's eyes roll to the back of his head. Kongpob doesn't have to ask twice.