He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved you.

Her words ran through his mind, bold and strong enough to imprint into his memory. Arthit wasn't sure why it mattered and he wasn't sure why he cared, but there was something profound about what May told him—Kongpob had, maybe once upon a time and no more, loved him.

He left the diner in a rush after nearly forgetting to pay for his coffee and now, he was back out in the night with no destination in mind, walking wherever his feet happened to take him. It wasn't very long before he found himself back in the parking lot, standing next to his friend's car. He stared up at the brightly lit neon sign, watching as it repeatedly flashed Table Top into the darkness.

The sign stood like a beacon in the foggy night air, a beacon that led him back to Kongpob even though Arthit stood beneath the soft glow of the sign, hesitating to go in. Even as he stood staring at the door, he knew that he'd go in and find Kongpob even if it was only to see if what May said was true.

He noticed, once he finally entered the bar, that fewer people were mulling about and engaging in the various questionable activities the club had to offer. Arthit thought, just for a moment, that the lack of people would make finding Kongpob easier, but then he caught sight of his two best friends sitting by the bar and drinking.

Tutah and Knott had yet to notice him, but Arthit felt his resolve waver. His friends provided an out that he couldn't afford to take at the moment, but the urge to grab onto it so he'd never have to face the reality bestowed upon him was strong. He resisted its lure, however, as he continued into the back of the establishment, intending on going to the room where he had met with Kongpob earlier in the night, with the hope that the younger man was still there.

The blue room was in his sight when Arthit was stopped halfway down the hall that led to it, a small, pale hand preventing him from getting there. He felt an impatient panic rise within him before he found himself turning, ready to snap at whoever stopped him, but he caught himself upon seeing a slight, red-haired woman smiling up at him.

"Looking for someone, love?"

The woman was exceptionally beautiful, almost inhumanly so, as she waited patiently for his answer as though she was used to men randomly clamming up around her. "Well?" she prompted him with a soft little chuckle, stepping closer to Arthit as her hand slid down from his shoulder to his chest.

She was pressed against him, completely invading Arthit's personal space with a mischievous spark in her hazel eyes. "Cat got your tongue, sweetie?" she purred, leaning up to him and she would've kissed him if Arthit hadn't turned his head at the last moment, her lips landing on his jaw instead.

"Um, no..." Arthit replied though he wasn't sure if he was responding to the woman's question or her advances as he brought his hands up, grasping her shoulders before gently pushing her away. "I'm looking for someone named Kongpob."

The woman seemed to deflate at his refusal, even as a confused look came over her face. "Kongpob?" she repeated before shaking her head. "I don't know anyone by the name of Kongpob." She stepped forward again, her features brightened and seductive as her hands came to rest on Arthit's chest. "But if you wouldn't mind someone named Flamingo, I'm sure I could help you out."

Arthit shook his head, stepping away from the young woman once again. "No, I'm sorry, but I need to find him," he replied as she finally seemed to give up, drawing a deep, slightly annoyed sigh before crossing her arms over her ample chest.

"Is that his stage name? Like how mine is Flamingo"

He paused at that question, blinking for a moment before he remembered that Kongpob hadn't been introduced by his given name. "No, no I guess it isn't."

"Well? What is it?"

"Weir."

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Flamingo did not explain as she led him to a room, the only thing she gave him was a warning that the show was already in progress, but he wouldn't have to worry about paying to see it. It was her treat tonight and then with a small, devilish grin, she left him.

Arthit watched her go with a frown, wondering about that grin before he let it go and turned to the door to open it. He let himself in and was immediately overwhelmed with the urge to leave again. He had entered the room expecting to see Kongpob and finally have the chance to talk to him, but instead, he was led to a room with no less than half a dozen people inside, watching what he thought was a porn movie.

Through his shock, Arthit noticed the general arousal that permeated the room. It was thick, heavy, and stifling. It made Arthit uncomfortable to stand there against the door, closed against his back, hearing people's heavy breathing while they watched the couple fucking on screen.

"Fuck, yes! You're so tight, so perfect."

Arthit jumped at the dull, ringing smack that followed the declaration, his eyes darting to what he thought was a large production screen, but it was a pane of glass—a sort of window that offered a view into the next room.

Heat rushed to his face upon looking; he felt it coil and twist within his stomach before it rushed south, his cock hardening and thickening as he watched the two men. Shame made his heart ache because he couldn't believe what he saw, though there was no denying it. He didn't want to believe it, but the proof was playing out before his very eyes.

He watched because he couldn't tear his eyes away, as a finely built man plowed into Kongpob—his Kongpob—with an almost animalistic edge. It sparked something within Arthit, something that ignited possessiveness in him so fierce it frightened him as he watched.

Arthit leaned against the door, unable to move because of a sudden onslaught of feelings the sight before him brought on. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't—not when Kongpob's hazy green eyes found his own, and Arthit remembered the look in Kongpob's eyes. The look that captivated him once upon a time. Kongpob's eyes hadn't looked empty when they were having sex.

Kongpob was bound and gagged, completely at the blond man's mercy as Arthit watched Kongpob lay across the platform and take the forceful thrusts. He didn't look like he was enjoying himself and Arthit was almost positive that no one else could see that, or if they did, they didn't care so long as they got off.

Empty green eyes spoke volumes and Arthit found himself fighting against the urge to cross the room and rescue Kongpob from the other man. It was strong, powerful, and so overwhelming that Arthit had to tear his attention away. Choking back his rising emotion, Arthit tore open the door and disappeared out of the room with reddened cheeks and burning eyes.

AN: Wanna talk with the Author anything? The next chapter would have been last if not for you guys asking me for a happy ending. What do you want now?