A/N: Hello friends, I am back with a  new update......In this one shot,   Kongpob is a Rockstar, Arthit is an Engineer. They are highschool lovers, Kongpob is a member of the famous boy band group and Arthit works in a IT company.

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Kongpob's Pov---------

“Baby, I am so sorry… They canceled my flight, and everything else is booked solid for today. I won't be able to reach there tonight”

Sighing... I run my fingers through my hair, disappointment settling deep into my bones. Tonight was supposed to be special, it's a special day...... and I also have a big concert tonight where I am going to perform my new song..... A song I wrote for Arthit, and now he won’t even be here.

I try to mask the hurt I feel. It’s not his fault, after all. Still, I wish more than anything he could be here. It’s already been weeks since he went for his office project. 

"It's okay Arthit.... Just take care of yourself and try to get back soon.... I am missing you....so very much"

I can almost hear his smile.

"I miss you too love"

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It takes effort to focus, but I manage to make it through our rehearsal. Every line of the song I wrote for Arthit pulls at me, making me miss him more. The other guys pick up on it, of course, and as I am putting my guitar away, Aim nudges my shoulder.

“Arthit will be here tomorrow, right ??”

I nod and force a smile.

“Yup, should be here sometime tomorrow afternoon”

If they don’t cancel his flight again.

The thought is bitter.

Aim winked at me

“First round’s of booze is on me tonight.”

“Thanks M”

I answer with a sad smile.

Just one more day.

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Last minute soundchecks are done, and all of us are ready and eager to get the show going. Before we take the stage, we each have our little rituals we never fail to do. Aim and Oak mutter quietly to themselves. Wad plays air drums, and Tew does some deep-breathing exercises.

I pluck my phone from my pocket in anticipation of getting a text from Arthit. He has never failed to send me one, before my concerts, but tonight….. Nothing. Quickly typing out a text to ask if he is okay, I almost miss my cue to be on stage.

Pushing all thoughts away, I make my entrance.

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Sweat is pouring, bass is thumping, and I can’t help grinning. No matter how I feel before a show, these are the moments I live for.

Well, some of the moments.

The rest are in my Arthit’s arms. For now, I take what I can get, feeding on adrenaline as the crowd sings out lyrics with me. When the time comes, Aim ad-libs a bass line, his fingers working their magic on the crowd, which slowly quiets.

“We got a little surprise for you all tonight”

I begin, only to be interrupted by a swelling shriek. I exchange a grin with Aim.

The crowd’s reaction to the song, which I dedicate to Arthit despite his not being there to hear it, was amazing. It always surprises me how they can go from screaming enthusiasm to utter quiet so quickly, only to erupt once again.

It never ceases to thrill me, more so, tonight, because of how close my heart is to this particular song.

It’s the last of our set, and as is our custom, we ask the crowd what one song they want to hear again before we leave.

My heart swells when they all scream, 'You make me Believing'..... Arthit’s song.

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A party will be waiting for us at the hotel, it always is. Around me, the band talks excitedly, but I keep staring out the window, feeling somehow… less. When I went on tours, Arthit worried that I would forget him, that I would find someone else better than him.

But it never gonna happen.

If anything, it’s only strengthened what I already knew..... He is the one for me.

That certainty puts a smile on my face, and I shove away the melancholy as we pull up to the curb. Screaming voices greet us as we climb out of the limo.

We almost have to fight our way through the crowd surrounding us as we try to get into our hotel.

Hands are grasping, trying to get a hold of something, anything, that they can claim for themselves.

They scream our names..... 'I love you'...... 'Marry me please'..... And all sorts of crazy shit. I hardly pay attention to any of it. I rarely did before Arthit confessed to me, but right now all I can even think of is getting to my room to try to call Arthit. I am not even in the mood to party.

Finally, we reach the lobby, where it’s surprisingly quiet.

Just as I flop down on my bed to call Arthit, my phone rings.

“Aim ??”

I answer.

“What’s up ??”

“Hey, Kong… man, I think you need to get down here”

Frowning, I run my fingers through my hair.

“Why ?? What’s wrong ??”

He laughs.

“Just do it man”

I sigh as he hangs up. Muttering to myself, I stand and head back downstairs. People have trickled into the lobby, and I have to crane my neck to see around people and over their heads.

I can’t find Aim anywhere, and I am just about to give up when I spot someone else instead......

For a moment, I just stand there, convinced I am dreaming......

It can’t be…

I lose sight of him briefly as a young couple walk past me. My heart beats faster as his gorgeous face get visible again, quickly followed by a dimpled grin as his eyes met with mine. 

"Arthit !!" 

Ignoring everyone else, I all but run to him, jumping on him as soon as I reach him, arms and legs firmly around him as he holds me up. He always has, though I doubt he realizes it, I wish hopefully he always will. 

I kiss him for all I am worth. 

His hands tighten on my thighs as he kisses me deeply. Finally, he sighs reluctantly and lowers me to the ground. 

"How did you get here ??"

I demand, my fingers tangling in his hair. He laughs showing off his captivating dimples and presses his forehead against mine.

"I put myself on standby. When a spot came open…" 

He answers every question I fire at him until I finally say.....

"I wish you could have been there tonight." 

"I was....."

He whispers.

My eyes widen

" Really ??"

" Really..... Thank you Kong. That song was…Amazing !!"

He trails off, shaking his head with a smile.

"Think I could get a private performance ??" 

He asked with a teasing smile

"Every single day, baby"

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My fingers frantically try to find purchase on his sweat-slicked back as he continues pounding into me. My heels lock behind his thighs, desperate for more.... Harder..... Faster.....

“Fuck… please, please, Oon…”

I moan.

I am beyond all reason. I just need.

Need this.

Need him.

He overwhelms my senses like always. His scent.....our scent mixed together....  drives me crazy.

“Moreeeeee.......”

I pant.

The litany of curses that spills from his lips as he gives me what I want has me grinning. I love it when he lets go like this.

He wipes the smirk from my face with a searing kiss.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back as his mouth ravages mine. His hips are relentless, driving him deeper into me.

I feel my body tensing, my toes tingling, and I lift my hips to meet his, whimpering. He grunts, teeth capturing my tongue as his rhythm stutters. The tension explodes, sending my hot release between us as his arms tighten against me.

His hips slowed as his lips pull from mine, and his head hangs down beside my face into the crook of my neck, his panting breath tickling my ear. With my eyes closed and lips parted, I relish every second of our intimacy.

After a minute or two, he pulls himself up with a quiet groan. He rolls his eyes at my breathy chuckle and mutters,

“You don't have any idea how terribly tired I was when I reached to your concert..... And then...... You soaked up my last drop of energy here..... ”

At that, I laugh, he joins in before kissing me tenderly.

“But you know.... I love you”

He whisper

"I love you more"

I murmur, brushing sweaty locks away from his face.

“I Love you the most Kong”

He says, grinning crookedly.

He pushes off me and gets up to walk to the bathroom, his gait not as steady as his demeanor would lead me to believe.

I watch as he quickly cleans himself before returning with a washcloth. I hummed..... as he takes care of me.

When he settles beside me again, he rolls toward me. His hand rests on my hip as he kisses me languidly. Through all our years together, I have come to enjoy this time the most, sated and content, beginning our slow build for the next round.  we can’t keep our hands off each other.

His fingertips trace lazy patterns on my skin as his tongue brushes mine. When he pulls away, it isn’t to go far. His eyes open, and I am trapped in the hazel pool.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

“Sleep ?? Or…...”

“Or what Oon ??”

I ask teasingly

His eyes flicker to the phone on the bedside table before focusing back on me, though he doesn’t speak.

It’s all I can do not to laugh again. I have learned over the years that Arthit’s got a sweet tooth, one heightened after sex. More times than I can count, we have indulged in a post-coital snack.

Iced pink milk is his favorite choice.

The same drink, I just so happened to have stocked full at my fridge at home, in anticipation of nights like this.

But sadly we are not home today.....

But I still can surprise him......

Deciding to tease him, I try to keep a straight face as he pouts.

“Or what, baby ??”

“You know what”

He grumps.

Sitting up, I kiss him briefly.

“I have no idea what you are talking about Oon”

I answer as sincerely as possible. He frowns at me and sighs, flopping onto his back.

“I am gonna go check the door..... I don't remember if we locked it, in our haste to reach the bed.....”

I slide out of bed, glancing back to find him staring at the ceiling with a cute little pout on his lips.

I walked out of the room to check the lock of my suit room's main door

I have already ordered my baby's favourite pink milk to celebrate the spacial day, in search of some part of him... to be with me....  to be in me.... In his absence.

As quietly as possible, I pulled out the large cup of pink milk from the fridge and head back to the bedroom, where my sun is lying with his eyes closed.

He keeps his eyes closed as I sit down next to him, though his hand searches me out. Squeezing my thigh, he smiles.

Stifling a chuckle, I brush the cold cup against his nipple, making him yelp, his eyes popping open in surprise.

“Oh you evil, little…...”

He growls.

When he sees his favorite drink, he quickly changes his words

“….. Wonderful, loving, sweet man”

I laugh.

“Who loves you the most baby ??”

Kissing me quickly, he grabs his beloved pink milk

“You do, my love.....”

He mumbles around a mouthful of sweet drink

We settle against the headboard, him holding the cup of his treat in one hand and me tucked to his side under his other hand.

“Happy Birthday Kong.....”

He murmurs

“For me every day is a happy one if I got to spend it with you, love"

I replied, planting a kiss on his chest, just above his heart ❤️

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A/N: I know it's short but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you all will enjoy reading it too.

I will be back with a new one shot soon. Till then stay safe and healthy 💖💖