I could update this chapter because it isn't so long like the other stories :D Enjoy this short chapter

The song is Bravo my Life by Eric Nam (Prison Playbook/Wise Prison  life OST) (It's one of the best k-drama after BOF and Secret Garden. If you didn't watch it yet then do it :D it's worth it, you'll laugh, cry and feel it til the end)

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The three Rojnapat's brothers and the stranger were in the spacious living room, there was another woman called May beside them. She was P'Knott's fiance, a 28 years old therapist who was called here on Knott's behalf. Since she studied hypnose too, he wanted her to help the stranger to remember his past, especially his name so they wouldn't have to call him Nong or Phee again.

May asked some information about him whereupon Knott explained her that he took some of his examples like his blood, DNA, bone density to analyse and let him have some check up in the hospital secretly. According to the dentist and his colleagues from the forensic who were specialised to diagnose ages, the young man was between his 20 and 25, to be more precise maybe 22 years old. Prem couldn't find any information about him in the police system as he asked his colleague from the police to search him in the missing and criminal data.

Even though the stranger didn't believe in such humbug calling hypnose, he played along to show gratitude toward his helpers who saved his life. Beside he was curious about himself, wanted to know more about his past. There were four questions he always asked himself ever since he woke up in this unknown mansion. Who am I? Why was I there in the night? Who shots me and why did I get shot? Those question needed to be answered or else he wouldn't be able to live peacefuly. Arthit's showing more interest in him, pushed him to the limit too, his will to find out his identity raised.

The stranger sat in the sofa but May wanted him to lay down, placing a metronome on the table, telling him that he should close his eyes, listen to the tact of the metronome then to her voice. Arthit's curiosity was too overwhelming, he couldn't control it anymore. He wanted to stay there during the whole treatment. Actually May never let relatives be present during her treatment because they could disturb her work by making the patient nervous, preventing them from remembering painful and sad past. However she let Arthit witness her therapy only if he didn't make a noise to disturb her work.

The staff of the metronome started moving, the taller man listening closer to the tact till he felt tired all the sudden, couldn't hold back the tiredness anymore. May began talking to him while using a soft voice, explaining every steps to him. First he should follow her voice, it would take him to a place that was deep engraved in his memory. It didn't last long till he fell asleep, only answering question asked of him. Now he found himself in an unknown place, feeling like he was standing on water reaching to his toes, only darkness surrounding him. There was a voice, a faint woman's voice. It sounded close yet far away too. Ah, it was from the therapist May.

May spoke to him, telling him to walk over till he would find pictures of himself hanging everywhere. They would be his lost memories he should pick up one by one to remember slowly. According to her, he shouldn't be hasty or olse he could trigger something that could cause damages and pain. As soon as he tried to reminisce something, there were only darkness inside him. All the sudden he found himself wearing a black suit, his hair strictly gelled back. There was a gun in his hand, pointing at someone. Another man in black suit too, appeared in front of him, pointing a firearm at him. It was too dark to recognize the latter's face. The man shot at him. A bullet hit his flank, he felt immense pain. They were real, not a dream like May promised him. It felt like his gut threatened to come out. His gun fell to the ground, he moaned in pain, clenching on his stomach to staunch the bleeding.

While the taller man was having hard time to reminisce his past, at the same time his real self who laid on the sofa, was acting strange too. He felt the pain shoting through his whole body, moaning in pain, moving his head dangerously, clenching on the wound. However the cold and confident May didn't knew any loss neither when and how to give up. She didn't hold back with her treatment, continuing pressuring him to remember everything. Arthit gwaned on his fingernails, feeling worried and agitated for two reason. He was agitated toward his soon-to-be-sister-in-law, hating her braveness that didn't allow her to have sympathy toward the taller man who was clearly suffering.

„Phee, please stop it...", he mumbled first, didn't want to sound to rude by speaking loud to her. He had to literally control himself to not snap out at the woman his eldest brother loved and would marry soon. She would be family soon so he shouldn't disrespect her.

However she didn't care of the soft voice that whispered to her to stop the thearapy right now. She seemed obsessed with treating the helpless patient that she ignored the man's sufferings. It was one of her flaws, she never stopped with something she got her hands on. The stranger clenched too hard against the wound, it reopned again since he used too much strength into it. Arthit couldn't watch it anymore, he felt hurt while watching him bleeding after the hell he went through to convince his brothers to save him and give him a roof over his head in their house. She was going to destroy his effort he gave to rescue him with a single moment. His heart ached for the unknown man. He had enough of her cold behaviour, his voice raised for the first time at her.

„Phee, you need to stop!", Arthit's voice finally forced her to hold on with the therapy.

P'Knott and P'Prem came rushing in the living room upon hearing the loud commotion from outside. Only now did she break the treatment after finally realizing the pain he was in. She told him to listen to her voice, follow it and wake up after the tact of the metronome ended. But it didn't work. The staff of the metronome came to a halt but the taller man didn't wake up. She rushed to him to help him, sitting beside him on the sofa, keeping her calmness even though she was nervous, fearing for her patient's life. The younger man began shaking, his wound bleeding the more he moved. Her eyes widened in shock when she noticed the reason why he was having such seizure. It was the side affect of hypnose. If it was used wrong or the patient had strong sense of resistance, it could lead the patient to get in shock and die due to cardiac dysrythmia. Beside a person with painful past who was a victim of a gun shot, could experience the event that changed his life again and get traumatized from it.

May called him „Nong", shouting at him to wake up but her voice didn't reach him. He was in a trance, a condition where he wouldn't wake up so easily. Knott witnessed his fiance being helpless for the first time. It was unusual that she couldn't even help a patient like she always did. May was embarrassed because she failed to help Knott, her fiance she wanted to prove herself to. Now she lost her calmness, shaking the stranger hard on the shoulders, trying to wake him up this way. It was more difficult to wake him up since they couldn't call him by a name. Arthit begged her to let him take care of him. She wasn't a big help to him anyway so he stood up, letting him take her place next to the stranger on the sofa.

Arthit grabbed at the latter's hand. „Please... You have to wake up...", he tried to make him listen to him through his warm voice that could calm down every tensed up person.

However the older man didn't react to his plead whereupon he touched him on the chest, using more feelings in his voice. Something unexpected happened, it took long but Arthit's voice reached the taller man who was kept locked in the darkness, laying on the ground and bleeding helplessly. The male's voice was faint at first but it raised the closer he listened to it. He finally recognized it: It was Arthit's voice. The man who saved him from the cold death.

Arthit sounded sweet, soothing and lovely, tender like a delicate angel who shouldn't be hurt no matter the circumstance. His pain was gone with the cold wind, the illusion fading away, the wound disappearing.

The shorter man whispered to him, „Please... You have to wake up, P'Kongpob...", the person seemed to adress him.

Kongpob? It's my name? He called me Phee. He mumbled the name, „Kongpob..."

Finally the trance he was locked up in shattered to thousand pieces like broken glasses, there was light in front of him, it was the sun that was the shining through the window in the living room. The light spread behind a young man, making Arthit shining as soon as he opened his eyes. Again Arthit was the first person he laid his eyes upon when he wokr up. He fell deep into the shorter man's eyes, couldn't take his attention from him. Arthit's lips curved up, he smiled, revealing his dimple again. A little smile appeared on Kongpob's face. It was a faint smile but bright enough to impress Arthit. The two older brother and May were surprised too, it was the first time he smiled in their house. They were woundering why he reacted to their brother's call instead of a professional therapit's. It was suspecious. There were sparkling surrounding those two, as if the chemistry between them was on point. P'Knott didn't like the determined look in Kongpob's face, couldn't accept his youngest brother's sweet smile for the stranger either. He thought to himself, What is going on between those two?

Prem wasn't blind either to not notice the soothing atmosphere between Arthit and Kongpob. It wasn't love but something different as before. Why did the situation escalate so quickly?

Even May was flabbergasted, questioning Arthit and Kongpob's relationship too. Did I miss something important here?

Knott's overprotective warning bell already rang, he got the strong feeling to seperate those two or else a mistake they wouldn't be able to reverse, would happen. Before he could open his mouth to seperate them, Arthit called him to take care of Kongpob's wound first. The youngest brother brought the first-aid-kit again, Knott desinfected the ballistic wound and dressing it up again, wrapping the gauze bandage around his waist. Meanwhile Prem tried to wash the blood from the sofa. After taking care of the injury, Knott called for the youngest brother, ordering him to follow him outside. As soon as they arrived there, he began reciciting him how disrespectful he was towards his fiance. He should apologize to her for yelling at her and disturbing her treatment however Arthit didn't find any fault in his reaction, he defended himself that he did it to save Kongpob.

„Still you're wrong for yelling at her... I want you to apologize to her", it was his condition he wouldn't change so easily.

The shorter man nodded, didn't want to fight with P'Knott anyway. Whenever he fought with him, he would end as the loser anyway and being grounded for his mistake. Sometime it was better to avoid the stronger one and do according to his wishes instead of being stubborn and fighting helplessly only to fail miserably. Just like May.

Arthit and Knott returned in the living room, he apologized to her for disturbing her treatment but instead of letting the matter slide, he couldn't hold back the last comment.

„But be more aware of the patient's feelings next time, Phee. If you listen more to them, you'll understand and help them more...", it was a wise advice she found as an insult.

Even Knott wasn't pleased with him lecturing his fiance, the woman he would marry some day. He wanted to yell at him but Prem hold him back, shaking his head that he, the elder one should let the matter slide for now.

Forget what I said about him being an angel. He can be a spoiled brat sometime too. This was Kongpob's thought after witnessing the angry stare Knott was shouting at Arthit. However the shorter man didn't even feel disturbed by his glares. According to Arthit, he did the right thing to save someone so he didn't need to apologize for it. Even Kongpob was impressed about the younger man't way of being too direct, he didn't need to put on a facade to hide something like May. Yeah, she was in love with Knott but there was another motive why she needed to marry him. Kongpob lost his memory but he could still detect whether someone was lying. It was one of his talent his memory loss didn't affect til now.

Arthit couldn't hold back his smile while observing the taller man. He was relieved that he liked the new name he gave him. Kongpob! It was the name of a main character of a book he read recently. The character was just like the stranger, calm, a hero and a romantist too. Let's hope he won't flirt with the heroine like the character Kongpob did in the book.

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The warm light of the blazing sun shone through the window, falling onto a young man's face. He moved in his sleep on the kingsized bed, turning aside to avoid the sunight that was slowly waking him up. But it didn't last long till the tiredness faded away. The young man, Arthit just woke up from his long sleep, yawning while spreading his arms, smiling to the sweet smell of the flowers coming from the big garden around their villa. He couldn't explain it why but he had a good feeling in this bright morning.

Another yawn escaped his mouth whereupon he covered his mouth with his hand. He closed his eyes again, smacking as if he was eating something, scratching at his face. As he opened his eyes to look around, he shrieked in shock. Something scary happened in front of him that raised his hackles in fear. Because he feared a thief sitting beside him, he wanted to run away but calmed down when he recognized the allegdly thief. It was the young man he saved a few days ago, he was sitting beside him on the bed, his attention was directed on him, not moving nor saying any word. His sharp eyes were just fixed on him, mustering his pale face clearlier. It wasn't Kongpob's face who scared the hell out of him because the taller man was too damn handsome to fear him but the way he sneaked on him without him even noticing it, creeped him out. First, he seemed impressed about the calm atmosphere surrounding Kongpob but this guy could kill someone with his silence, staring and sneaky behaviour.

The more Kongpob looked at him, the more shy Arthit got. He gulped hard, his face red from embarrassment. Why are you blushing, you creep? Somehow he felt hot all the sudden. Is it hot here or am I just having high temperature? He gazed aside to avoid his face, waving cold air to his face to decrease his body temperature. While hoping that Kongpob turned away too, he faced him again only to realize that he was still staring at him.

„What... What are you doing here?", Arthit stuttered when asking this question, couldn't understand why he would sit there and observe him without any particular reason.

However Kongpob didn't give him any answer yet, didn't seem to understand that he was too close to him, evading his personal space. He was just staring at him as if the latter was a statue whose feature should be remembered well. Arthit was speechless and confused, touching his face here and there to see whether he got something on his face that let him look strange in the taller man's eyes. Do I have something funny on my face?

When the stranger didn't still give him any reply, Arthit turned away to mumble, „What the hell?". He turned back to gaze at him, giving him a little smile, showing his dimples. „Since when are you sitting there?"

Finally an answer came from him, „Since 6 a.m..."

The shorter man's eyes widened in surprise as he realized that it was already breakfast time. That meant that Kongpob was here for 2 hours. How could he not move in this kind of position for two hours? No, wait! This isn't the question you should be asking right now, Arthit. Why is he here anyway? „You didn't have to wake up so early, you know...", he mumbled away. Since he was a late riser who liked to sleep in for long, he felt disturbed that he woke up too early in this morning. Instead of worrying about a stranger having access to his bedroom and staring at him for two hours for no particular reason, he felt more disturbed that he woke up too early.

Arthit just let him be for the time being, taking the direction to the bathroom but was closely followed by Kong. He entered the bathroom, the stranger following him there too whereupon he turned back to him, spreading his arms wide to block his way.

„I have to shower... Uhm... Alone...", he let him know that he needed his personal space, it was too embarrassing to mention that he had to undress and didn't want him to see him nude.

Kongpob finally grasped the situation that he shouldn't be here when Arthit was going to shower. He left the room, the shorter man closing the door behind, leaning his back against the door, heaving a heavy sight. He was relieved that the latter wasn't dumb as a bucket of shrimps like he supposed of him due to his memory loss. Apparantly his amnesia caused him to be scared of loneliness. Because Arthit was his life saviour and the last person he saw after losing his consciouness also the first person he saw when waking up, he felt more attached to him and didn't to be left behind by him. His fear made him appear like a child Arthit had to take care of. But the shorter man wasn't scared neither irritated of the stranger, he was more like curious about him. It was an interesting situation like described in crimi series. He would like to know more about Kongpob, find more information about his past. It was like an itch he couldn't get rid of even if he scratched the spot where it itched.

Arthit went to brush his teeth in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection only to see that his skin was paler than before. He blamed the taller man for creeping the hell out of him earlier. After brushing his teeth, he climbed in the shower to shower for more than twenty minutes, singing a song, I believe true love exists by Gun Achi. His voice raised as he sung the refrain, smiling all ears while singing the song. One thing was unknown to the younger man: Kong was outside, leaning against the wall beside the door, listening to the latter's soft voice that sang in the shower. The taller man chuckled, wrapped his arms arouns his chest. The situation seemed too funny to him. He didn't intend to leave him for a moment.

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Arthit left the shower, dying his wet body with a towel, wrapping another towel around his wait to hide the most important part of his body. He exited the bathroom while humming the song he sang before only to meet Kongpob outside. His eyes widened in shock when the taller man's attention was on him, mustering him from head to toes. Kongpob's eyes were on his chest, his pale skin that didn't even have a scar, showing that he took proper care of his skin. Arthit froze on the spot, didn't react at first. All the sudden his face turned red, his ears red, his face burning hot. An unusual feeling overwhelmed him. It was embarrasment. Huh, why am I blushing again?

Arthit felt as if Kongpob's stare was piercing through his thick skin, wanting to crumble the protection wall to see everything of his body. Kongpob's intense gaze didn't leave him for a second. Arthit got the feeling to hide everything from him or else the latter would devour him on the spot. His heart thumped hard for a brief moment. Out of intuition, he wrapped his arms around his chest, covering an innocent part of his body he thought would give himself away to Kongpob.

He ran in his bedroom, closing the door immediately behind to prevent the taller man to enter. He leaned against the door, panting as if he did a marathon although he only took few meters to ran in his bedroom, waving cold air to his face.

Why... Why am I feeling disturbed from his intense gaze? Odd! I spent 16 years with boys and men that's why I shouldn't be bothered by it. I should be already accustomated of being seen by men... But why don't I want him to see my body? He didn't even feel like that when girls were swarming around him. He spent his life with his father, his brothers and his friends but never did he feel embarrassed of being mustered from head to toes. It's not like I have something to hide. Shouldn't I feel like that if I was a girl? Because he never felt like that toward a girl neither a woman before, he was confused. He ruffled his wet hair messy. This time he blamed his confusion on Kongpob's hungry look he was giving him?

A sight escaped his mouth. It's not like you're a girl, Arthit. Stop acting like a heroine who lost her virginity just from his intense stare, you creep. Even thought he wanted to forget that embarrassing event, he blushed again when remembering Kongpob's sharp eyes fixed on him. He grabbed at his hair, pulling it up til he felt pain. Through the pain, he wanted to forget the humiliation he brought upon himself. Surely, P'Kongpob will though of me as a creep too. He was cursing his heart for beating hard and his brain for letting him think about stupid thing.

It took a while before he finally calmed down. He picked up some cloths to wear, a blue jeans and a Shirt, pulling up the sleeves to the ellbow. He searched for changing cloths for Kongpob too. The taller man had broad shoulders but his brothers were bodybuilders comparing to him. Their cloths didn't fit him so he had to share his cloths with him. He took dark jeans and a white Shirt. He blushed the moment he imagined Kong wearing his cloths he wore before. A white Shirt that should define Kong's brawny body and show his biceps more. His heart was beating fast and innocently at this thought. No, what are you thinking about again?

Why am I like that lately? It wasn't like that before. The day he gave him a name, the more attracted he felt toward him. There was something in Kongpob's intense stare that made him act strange. I'm sure, there's something wrong with me. He slapped at his cheeks to bane such confusing thought from his mind. For now those feelings were just innocent admiration, it seemed he was just impressed about Kongpob. But in what would those admiration turn into if they spent more time with each other?

He went in front of the bathroom, knocking on the door, asking for Kongpob if he could enter the room. But there wasn't any reply from him. Apparantly Kong was still in the shower and couldn't understand him well. Arthit gulped hard, braving himself to sneak in the bathroom to leave the cloths there then disappear. He opened the door, sneaking a peek in the room first, Kongpob was still showering. But as soon as he stepped in and placed the cloths on the sink, the taller man stepped out of the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist. Arthit froze on the spot. His eyes mustered the older man, they went from the latter's brawny chest down to his stomach then down to his toes. His attention were brought back to Kongpob's chest. He gulped hard, suddenly covering his eyes with a hand after he saw almost everything. Only the part between Kongpob's legs didn't he see since it was hidden with an annoying towel. He turned away, apologizing to him that he didn't intend to invade his personal space. Since he covered his eyes with a hand, he didn't see the wall he was walking to. Kongpob wanted to warn him that he should be careful but it was too late, Arthit bumped his head against the wall. He rubbed against the little bump that emerged from the hit on his head, still covering his eyes then dashing out of the bathroom.

Kongpob couldn't hold back his smile, neither his lauther. He smiled brightly, showing his complete white teeth for the first time. The smile ended with a chuckle. For him, Arthit was a kid he could tease for a long time.

Arthit remained beside the door, leaning his back against the wall. He couldn't understand why Kongpob didn't hide his body like he did before. The taller man didn't care whether he was looking at him or not. Maybe he didn't feel bothered neither affected like he was when the latter mustered his body. He wished he could care less about such trivia things like his Phee did.

„Why do I have a feeling that he's getting more daring the more time we spend with each other?", he uttered, confusion written all over his face. Even though he was confused, he still managed to smile brightly, giggling by himself. He laughed about their hide and seek game that was too stupid for him. He was silly for blushing from such simple situation. With a little smile on his face, he took the way to the stairs without thinking too much into his interaction with Kongpob.

Knott climbed the stairs up, wearing his suit, preparing himself to leave for work. But he met Arthit standing outside of his bathroom, suddenly taking the direction to the stair. The shorter man startled when he met his eldest brother, his face red as if he exposed his body to the sun for too long and got sunburn. But something was odd. Arthit looked surprise as if his brother caught him on something he wasn't supposed to do. As if he was hiding a secret his brothers should never found out. Arthit bowed down to his brother, running down the stairway in the kitchen. In that moment Kong left the bathroom with his towel still wrapped around his waist, carrying the jeans and Shirt in his hands. Knott was speechless. Now he grasped the situation. Kongpob, as oblivious as he was, didn't realize Knott boiling in anger, fearing that something happened between the stranger and his precious brother. The younger man wai-ed to him then went in his bedroom to change into the cloths Arthit gave him.

I don't like the way their story is going... Knott was already imagining the tortures he would put Kongpob through if he ever touched his brother. According to him Arthit just turned 16 yeard old, not old enough to fall in love. Especially if the person was a man. Especially if the person got shot before and they didn't have any information about him.

Arthit arrived in the kitchen, Prem was preparing breakfast they were supposed to eat soon. The younger brother came beside him, offering him his help with a wide grin plastered on his face. Prem was surprised at the atmosphere around him, curious why he was in such a good mood. He accepted his help, telling him to boil the egg.

„Okay Mae...", there was the nickname he gave him. Sometime he would call Prem Mae since the latter acted like a caring mother. Knott was the strict father. Arthit teased his brother, most likely his favourite brother because the latter wasn't so strict and gave in easily to him.

While Knott was already preparing himself to seperate Kongpob and Arthit if something like love developed between them, the innocent Arthit and the oblivious Kongpob were smiling all ears. They liked the way their friendship going to but they were still unknown to the future. Their common future!

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And what do you think of this chapter? Knott's fiance is May but what is her motive like Kongpob suggested? And Knott didn't like their relationship :D That boy won't be easy to deal with.. Did anyone already guess what Kongpob could have been? I'll update the other stories soon, they're longer so it'll take time to write them :D