A/n: 'From where we remained' universe.

Ready to finally meet Kongpob?

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Eyes turned to one particular way in the whole gym, even if they didn't want to... They couldn't help but look that way... Looking at a person in black tight gym shorts and matching sports tank top and white running shoes... Raining punches and kicks over his trainer. Wearing bandaged gloves with fingers peeking. The high waisted shorts shaping over his perfect curves like an hour glass and flawless skin.

Giving a peek of the belly... And beautiful arms tensed and sharp as he kept raining precise blows and kicks with extreme ability. Medium long wavy brown Hairs tied back in a ponytail, which bounced about with each movement. As he kept taking skips around to adjust his position and eyes sharp to hit hard. Beautiful face set sharp and focused. The alluring set of flushing lips set in a hard line.

An omega... People knew that gorgeous body and that person itself is an omega... And his strong aura about made people mesmerized... Because it was very rare to see an omega being so deadly... People knew he was deadly. With just one look.

"Enough for today, Kongpob..."

Kong stopped the kick he was about to put midair and looked at his trainer. The strong man looked sweaty and tired with ragged breaths. Kong rolled his eyes, it's only been one and a half hours since he started training....

"Go punch out your frustrations on that sandbag." The man sighed, trying to catch his breaths.

Kong didn't reply as he straightened, cracking his neck. He narrowed his eyes and landed one last kick on the man's belly, which had him rolling down on the floor with a grunt.

"Wuss." Kong scoffed with a satisfied smirk. Looking over and walking away, ignoring all the stares on himself. Eyes fixed on the sandbag.

He wasn't frustrated... He just liked being mentally occupied. It's very helpful when he is mentally occupied. Also he needed to channel all the pent up load of over thinking before he gets back to work. Owning two schools and a pre school slash daycare isn't very therapeutic.

Because he is an omega... And people tend to think that they can pull him down any way they want to... So being alert is his option. He feels tired most of the time... Which is actually great... Because the moment he falls over the bed... He is out... His mind doesn't get time to remind him... Things... He wishes he could change... Kong rained more faster and precise punches on the sandbag.

"Hey beautiful...."

He jolted out of the blue, flashing his head back grabbing the collar that his eyes fell on first... And was ready to toss with ragged breaths when he saw the calm blue green eyes looking back at him.

Kong struggled for breath, trying to calm himself down... With his years-long practice... Trying not to get to that part of those memories that he locked away... The faded sounds of his screams for help... That dark alley and his...

"I told you never to sneak up on me..." Kong hissed, pushing the man back.

Glaring at the man's perfectly handsome face with cropped sandy hair. Looking magazine ready in the black three piece he was wearing. A very odd choice of place for a very odd place... But nothing seems odd or out of place when it comes to Dean Winchester.

Who walks around like he owns the world... And he actually does... Being a gazillioner business tycoon.

"I am sorry..." Dean carefully took Kong in his arms, hugging him to his warmth tight... Until Kong closed his eyes, folding his arms between their chests and letting his guards completely down.

His saviour and friend... His advisor and support... Also the backbone of his business... The strongest one... Dean saved him from what could've been his end... And Dean never let go... Kong doesn't know why but Dean never let go.

Or maybe Kong knows... He just never acknowledged... He can't... He never can... And Dean deserved the world... Not Kong.

Dean parted and cupped Kong's face... Hiding him well from any prying eyes with his tall, burly form... As he dabbed away Kong's cheeks...

"You okay?"

Kong sniffed with closed eyes and nodded. Drawing in a deep breath and meeting Dean's gaze again with a smile. Holding Dean's wrists. He didn't deny Dean's touches on him... Never did... He always felt something comforting in Dean's warm embrace... Or maybe he is just selfish... To not feel dead without that warmth...

"What brings you here..." Kong whispered, still a bit shaky on the knees as he felt light... And he pulled up all his willpower to get to his senses again.

"I am leaving for DC in a week..." Dean shrugged with a smile. "Just wanted to spend as much time as I can with you..."

Kong's eyes mellowed and he smiled softly... "Don't go..." Kong never felt he needed to be reserved in front of Dean... Dean never made him feel pressured.

His presence is almost equivalent to...

Kong stopped those thoughts right there. And tilted his head back... Looking at Dean properly, his face still cupped and he still held Dean's wrists.

"You know I will say that... Why do you always tell me before leaving?" Kong gulped a lump... "Don't go Dean..."

Dean didn't reply as he stared at the beautiful face... Dabbing his thumbs over Kong's cheek. He never wanted to force his feelings on Kong... He didn't know why... Because all his life all he learnt is winning... But he didn't feel alarmed about losing this once... There was a strange comfort in just being an admirer and support for this gorgeous maiden... Who fought so much to be where he is today. And Dean can spend his whole life just watching...

Giving... Dean never knew the comfort of giving... Kong taught him that... The power of selfless giving...

And he didn't want to make Kong burdened with the thought of accepting Dean because he was with Kong as a support all the time... That's not what this maiden taught him... Also he just loves doing everything for Kongpob... And at times like this when Kong clings to him... Are his rewards... This makes him happy... He didn't know how... But this is all he expects and wishes... These little moments being enough... Though he dies to kiss those flushing lips... It still is enough...

"Don't go Dean..." Kong's voice broke Dean's reverie.

He smiled and leaned down, nudging their noses together and kissing Kong's nose tip. "I tell you because maybe I want to feel missed and needed in your life..."

Kong gaped, gulping down lumps... Meeting the blue green eyes. One of the most powerful men from the business world, saying that he feels neglected and needy of Kong's attention. Made Kong's heart clench and filled him with the guilt of being selfish... Humbled but so guilty...

"Don't..." Dean rested their foreheads together. "It's my choice and I am a grown man... So it's my fucking decision... So don't utter a single word..."

"I am sorry..." Kong whispered, holding in his tears. "I will forever be sorry..."

"And I will forever be grateful to have met such a strong person like you..." Dean smiled, hugging Kong tight. "Kongpob Rojnapat..."

Kong bit on his trembling lips, hiding his face against Dean's chest. He isn't strong... He just learned to wear a mask... And Dean is the only person who can see through... But still kept Kong close...

"I am sweaty..." Kong pushed away... Composing himself. Putting on that mask again. He can't be weak, even if he gets carried away.

"Yuck..." Dean made a face, parting and rubbing on his suit with both his hands.

Kong rolled his eyes, rubbing his tears away. Sniffling and taking his towel and sipper bottle.

"I smell divine..." Kong scoffed, walking away.

"You do actually..." Dean called after aloud. "Want me to lick you clean..."

Kong choked on his drink. Looking over his shoulder disgusted. "You are gross..."

"Thank you..." Dean bowed. "I will be waiting in the car. Jimmy will take yours."

Kong rolled his eyes and walked away again. Showing his longest finger at Dean over his shoulder without looking at him. "I will see you at lunch... Bye old man..."

"WE LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE MADEMOISELLE..." Dean shouted after. "SO MEETING IS INEVITABLE..."

"DON'T REMIND ME OF MY MISERIES WINCHESTER... BUZZ OFF!"

"YOU CAN'T RUN OR HIDE FROM ME."

Dean chuckled, holding the towel that got tossed his way, looking at the retreating beautiful figure. Shaking his head... Feeling accomplished that he was able to bring a little of what he assumed Kong might have been like before... When he was happy... When he was alive...

Dean smelt the towel with a smile. When he hasn't met with Kong yet... Though he still doubts... That this is how Kong was...

Kong is a nurturer... Dean knows it... He not the warrior who can kill anything now... So he still wishes that he gets a glimpse of that Kong... Which he feels are the same as the one that clings to Dean whenever he'd be leaving for somewhere... Maybe that's Kongpob... But Dean might never know... And he doesn't want to force Kong to show either.

Kong stood under the hot shower, looking blankly at nothing. Letting the water wash down him, his hand over his his belly. Dabbing over his belly button. A place he has stopped looking at from years now.

I am proud of you...

Kong smiled at himself... As he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

Christmas is round the corner... And Kong wanted to decorate Dean's mansion with all the colours of festivities he can think of... And cook... Like he cooks every night for Dean and sometimes his family who visits.

He walked through the aisles of the store, his heels tucking on the polished floor, his sunglass tucked over his head holding his soft strands of hair up. Wearing a white trouser pants with white cropped turtleneck cashmere sweater. A tanned long trenchcoat over, holding his handbag in the crook of his arm... Walking ahead with the strongest attention grabber aura... Putting things he required in the trolley being pushed behind him by his secretary.

"Did he confirm what he wanted for dinner?" Kong asked, checking the packets of instant keto diet ingredients.

He will never understand dieting... He eats healthy... Sometimes messy... But he always works out... He will never understand the fascination of stopping yourself from eating... When it comforts you... Eating with cautiousness and making the best of your health is enough for Kong...

"He is okay with anything..."

Kong sighed, putting the packet back... "Fine I will feed him peppers today..."

He looked over his shoulder and looked at her secretary. Marilyn Reece. A petite, fair, beautiful beta. With the darkest neck length brown hairs and prettiest light blue grey eyes. Which almost gets transparent under the sunlight. Wearing a black cashmere dress reaching below her knees with stockings and black stilletos. With a white trench over.

"You think I can do that?" Kong crossed his arms.

Marilyn just smiled. "He is always more than happy if you cook... Even if it's pepper..."

Kong stared at her blankly for a while then rolled his eyes. "Shut up." Kong looked over walking away.

And Marilyn nodded with the same smile, following Kong. "Yes ma'am."

When she met Kong first she was scared to the bones. Kong's temper is no joke. And he flips with the slightest change in his environment. She didn't know how to address him. Because he is an omega. But Kong made it clear that gender addressing didn't imply to him... She can call him whatever she wants... And for her he gives off the strongest feminine aura... One that bends everyone in front of Kong. She never saw him backing away...

And over the span of four years... She learnt enough that... Kong is a broken heart... A shell which is not left with nothing alive. With wounds so deep that nothing can heal it... And under the lethal exterior... Is a person who cares about everyone... But himself...

She doesn't know much about his life... But she knows her boss enough... And even though it's scary... She loves her job... She loves working with Kong...

It was a clear accident, when Kong came out carrying the shopping bags along with Marilyn. Who doesn't do over the top for Kong's favour... Kong made it clear long back that it doesn't work on him... And no way he is micromanaging his staff... Who depends on him.

The moment he came out of the store on the sidewalk, he pushed into someone and the person fell down. Kong's eyes widened as he snapped his gaze down... Passing the things he was carrying to Marilyn.

"Oh my god... Are you okay? I am so sorry I didn't..." Kong was already knelt in front of the elderly man. Whose grey top of the head was only visible from the way Kong was standing.

But Kong's heart skipped on beats and his world came to a stop the moment he saw the face. And their eyes met... The lighter old tired deep hazel eyes that instantly pushed Kong to a lane of abandoned memories. Of voices, laughter, screams and cries... Of his existence which he didn't live anymore... And everything went still for him, the earth beneath his feet slipping away.

And he knows that those old eyes recognised him as well... He didn't know if he should feel glad or horrified, looking at the recognition in those wide, surprised eyes. With black rimmed clear glasses Knowing that Ronald Rojnapat recognised him.

"Kongpob... You are Kongpob right?"

That snapped Kong out of all his imaginations. And the defence mechanism that he built in himself for years... Started pulling its shield again... And Kong was proud of himself as he collected himself in a snap. His face going blank... As he didn't reply and started helping Ronald up to his feet... Who never once looked away from Kong's face.

Kong collected the classy platinum lion headed walking stick next and gave it back to Ronald. He didn't know why but he made sure Ronald's crisp suit was in place and the dust was brushed off his pants. Ignoring the stare on himself completely. He just didn't want to be disrespectful towards Ronald...

"I hope you aren't much hurt sir..." Kong uttered blankly. Not daring to meet those eyes again.

"Forgive my old eyes... But are you by any chance Kongpob?"

Kong didn't reply yet again... He just made sure Ronald got a stable footing again.

"Dad..."

"Grandpa... Are you okay?"

Kong heard the familiar calls, familiar voices... Which he haven't heard in years. Why now? Why? He wanted to run away... But he didn't... He drew in a deep breath... And stood proud. Holding Ronald steady to make sure he was okay... And looked ahead... To see the familiar faces rushing their way... How can he ever forget Phukao and Forth Rojnapat...

His heart was going to leap out, looking at them... After so many years... They were aged and looked fine like always... Posh and regal... Though nothing like...

"Are you alright dad? I told you to wait..." Phukao sounded strained. As he gently held around his father and Kong was thankful he wasn't noticed.

He missed Forth's eyes on himself...

Kong just wanted to be away from there... He realised how his wounds never healed... Though being in their presence wasn't so overbearing... He still felt that his wounds were not healed. They are still fresh.... And bleeding...

"Thank..." Phukao's words died in his throat as well. As he realised who helped his father.

Kong didn't reply or respond to any of them. He pulled down his tanned glasses and looked over to leave... At least in all these years, he has learnt standing proud and masking your emotions.

"Ma'am... You need to take this..." Marilyn was passing him his phone. The groceries were put safely inside the car.

Kong drew in a deep breath and nodded taking the phone... Walking towards his car.

"Hel..."

"Kongpob..."

Kong stopped on his track and stiffened hearing Ronald's voice. The phone still against his ear.

"Thank you for helping me..."

Kong felt something tight in his throat... Which burnt his eyes... Behind his glasses.

You disgust me...

I know people like you... Trapping the richest...

I can sign you a blank cheque... Sign it and leave my grandson alone...

You are ruining my whole family...

You are ruining my grandson's life... You are ruining his future...

You are better off dead...

Kong opened his glasses and looked over. Looking at Ronald square in the eyes. He smiled politely and nodded.

"You are most welcome sir... I am glad you are okay..."

Ronald was surprised for a moment... He couldn't recognise the little rabbit he met once... And he didn't know why... But he smiled... Looking at the proud, strong, grown maiden standing in front of him... So gorgeous and elegant.

"Have a great day ahead gentlemen..." Kong looked each of them in the eyes, before leaving.

Phukao watched closely at the retreating figure... The sense of regret he felt years back is still alive. A regret which was the reason he lost his son... Haven't even seen his face in all these years... Except for televisions or tabloids... Or outside big fashion outlets... He and the rest of the family was even banned from attending the concerts... His dearest son, not keeping any form of connection with them...

Maybe they deserved it... Maybe they didn't...

"Dad... Let's go..." Phukao helped Ronald towards their car. Forth holding the backdoor open for him.

"You blame me as well, don't you?" Ronald questioned, as he toom his seat. Looking blankly ahead...

Phukao didn't reply... As he helped Ronald inside the car... Ignoring his stare or words. Wishing that his and his wife's wish for Christmas this year comes true... It's been nine long years. It's been too long...

"I just wanted to get the best for my family..." Ronald muttered to himself... As the door was closed on his side. "I wanted the better side..."

He didn't know how many lives he ruined... And how many regrets he planted on people... A effect so massive , that its impact is soon coming their way... To break the foundations that Ronald believed were made strongest...

Marilyn was peeking through the rear view... Kong looked haunted... And pale... His dusky, glowing skin was completely white. And she couldn't help notice Kong's shaky fingers.

"Did you know those people?"

Kong held his shaky hands tight over his lap, looking out of the window through his glasses. Marilyn's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he struggled with his all to hold back his tears. Gulping a painful lump. Feeling foreboding, so strong... That it twisted his gut and gave him a sense of dread... Like his alarms were blaring in his head... And he didn't know how to react to it...

"Know your place..." Kong uttered sternly, though with a trembling voice. His eyes fixed outside the window.

"Yes ma'am." Marilyn nodded looking back at the road. But couldn't help checking on her beautiful boss again. "Please tell me you are okay..."

Kong snapped his gaze at the rearview... And even his classy black glasses weren't able to stop Marilyn from knowing that her boss was glaring through her soul... But she can't help it... She really can't...

"I am sorry ma'am... But I am really worried..." Marilyn whispered.

Kong kept quiet for sometimes... But then he sighed leaning back and crossing his legs.

"I am fine Marly... Thank you..." Kong whispered almost resigned, looking out of the window.

His eyes avoiding looking at the ambassador banners outside the outlets of one of the biggest fashion labels like always...

Memoirs...

A brand Kong uses in everything... Even that moment... A brand which connects him with something which is otherwise out of his existence...

I love your fashion sense...

Kong closed his eyes tight... Surrounded... Always surrounded... And those moments, those words, those memories never leaves him... Never will...

Marilyn didn't know she could drive and type texts at the same time but she had to... Kong was a living volcano... And ready to combust any moment... And she knows she won't be able to take the impact.

"AND WHO GAVE HIM THE FUCKING PERMISSION..." Kong roared, flaring fire through his nostrils. And the next moment the phone went flying against the windshield.

"You get me to that Bloody Moore this instant." Kong hissed, gritting his teeth. Glaring at Marilyn through the rearview...

Marilyn gulped a lump and nodded instantly. Just in time she sent the text...

"Red alert..."

Moore is the principal of one of the schools Kong owns. And also one of the important authorities... And he dislikes Kong's control as an omega... And he does everything to show control... Kong normally lets things be because he knows Moore can only bark... And Kong has the actual control... But Moore crossed limits now... Deciding to promote the school without consulting Kong... And Marilyn knows... Kong will eat him alive...

Marilyn wouldn't have messed with Kongpob Rojnapat... He is not someone to be looked down at....

Kong strided through the polished school floor... Ignoring every pleasantry given his way and he kept storming ahead with gritted teeth and a murderous face... And he knows his patience won't help him at that moment...

The auditorium fell instantly silent and every reporter snapped their gazes towards the door that banged open... Kong ignored them all and the sound of his heels tucking on the floor was the only sound that echoed around...

Kong looked at Moore square in the eyes as he approached the stage... Marilyn following close behind. Moore looked at Kong bored... Not very much bothered by his presence. And Kong didn't care ... As he came and stood next to the podium on the stage.

Moore stood unbothered for a while... And Kong didn't utter a word... He just stood silently staring at the side of the man. Moore finally sighed with gritted teeth and stepped down... Kong took the space very calmly and faced the reporters... Smiling brightly, resting his arms over the podium surface.

"Good morning... I am so sorry for being late... I am ready for questions..."

Moore just gritted his teeth with dropped head as he stood besides the podium while Kong answered every query with a smile...

Kong walked towards the principal's office... With Moore following him right behind. And Kong stormed inside the office with Marilyn, walking straight towards the leather chair...

"I didn't ask you to sit..." Kong uttered blankly, as he took the seat and leaned back crossing his legs. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He didn't care what Moore was doing... He just wants him standing... "What were you thinking?"

Moore gritted his teeth. "The betterment of the school... Advertisement helps in financial growth..."

"I never asked for extreme financial growth... We are doing great just as it is..." Kong answered calmly.

"You are still new... You don't know the business well... You..."

"That's not my answer... What made you make a decision on your own?" Kong didn't open his eyes. Rolling the chair to and fro.

"Because you failed to make one yourself...." Moore snapped...

Kong stopped rocking the chair... Being still. He heard the door opening again... And he didn't have to open his eyes to know who came in... He can smell the warm summer beaches... And he won't admit... But his jitters calmed instantly... And he heard footsteps towards the couch in one corner. Strange how he knows those small habits.

"I am not obliged to validate my business to you..." Kong uttered softly, opening his eyes. Staring at the ceiling blankly. "Nor do you have the permission to make any changes..."

Moore was quiet for a moment, then Kong jolted hearing a loud bang. He straightened instantly, realising Moore banged over the table... His eyes turning red... His alpha aura slowly consuming the room...

"I have had enough of you..." Moore hissed glaring at Kong. "I am not your lapdog to wag my tail after you... And if you want me to..." Moore straightened and smirked leaning closer towards Kong. "Why don't you start staying with me... Be my omega... And you can have me as your lapdog..."

Kong folded his arms over the table... And stared at Moore without any response. His red eyes did not have any effect on him... No alpha will have that effect over him. Ever...

Kong smiled, coming to his feet with a nod. "Sure Mr. Moore... Sounds like a plan... But there's just a slight problem." Kong walked around the table with crossed arms.

Moore already felt wounded with the way Kong had no reaction to his aura. As he straightened and looked at Kong square in the eyes. Soon finding him toe to toe with himself.

"You see looking at your extreme hunger for control... It implies that you have no self esteem or control on your otherwise controlled life... And you know what those people have in common..." Kong leaned closer, bringing his lips next to Moore's ear. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Dick the size of a peanut... Peanuts don't satisfy Moore... They get eaten as a whole..."

Moore lost it and he bared his teeth in a snarl, raising his hand over his head... But before he could do what he intended to do... He choked on his breath, his wide eyes meeting with the glowing icy purple eyes... And he received a slap instead. Moore held his cheek and gaped at Kong, struggling with the aura.

"Kneel..." Kong commanded in a chilling voice. "Now!"

Moore struggled for breaths but refused to kneel... And Kong glared.

"Kneel!"

Moore dropped on his knees, looking up at Kong with struggling breaths.

"You think you can do what you want to just because I don't waste my time with you?" Kong tilted his head. "I am your boss... And you will do what is asked of you... Or I will get you back to where dogs belong... Right to the streets..."

Moore couldn't process the next moment as his gasped again, feeling a kick right on his chest. Followed by the side of his ribs... And he didn't know how painful it was... Until he found struggle breathing...

"And I reject having anyone call me their omega... I devoted my life to my mate... And I don't belong to anyone..." Kong repeated with each kick, seeing black. "But him..."

Moore was bleeding through his mouth and he felt all his alpha attitude crumbling under Kong's 6 inches heel. Like his breathes.

Kong growled in irritation when someone held around his belly and dragged him away, almost lifting him off the ground. And he tried kicking again.. 

"Let go..." He screamed. Throwing his limbs around in the air.

"Jimmy..." Kong heard a deep voice. And Kong tried to break free of the strong hold around his belly. "Take him..."

Kong watched as Jimmy started dragging Moore away, making him stand to his feet. And he was turned over and hugged tight, his struggles having no effect on the strong hold.

"Ssshhh..." Dean whispered. Kissing Kong's head. "It's okay..."

Kong stopped struggling as he tried calming down himself. Breathing deeply. "Ruin his life..." Kong whispered. "Ruin him so bad that he begs to die..."

Kong parted and met Dean's gaze. Holding his lapels. "Will you?"

Dean stared at him blankly, meeting those beautiful lavender eyes. Holding around him. Their gazes collide like always... Because Kong never gets shy in Dean's presence... Dean finds it adorable and disappointing at the same time.

"Consider it done Little Wolf..." Dean assured.

Kong held his chin high, feeling empowered in so many senses...

"You will regret it Rojnapat..."

Kong stared at Moore slowly, with narrowed eyes. "Try me..."

"I dare you..."

Kong didn't fire Moore... Looking at him dying everyday is more fun according to him. And by the time he was walking out of the school he was irritated. As he snapped his gaze over his shoulder. Staring at a very silent Dean.

"What!!" Kong snapped, not able to take Dean's silence anymore. As he glared with light lavender eyes.

"Nothing..." Dean shrugged. Coming closer with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"You spit what's cooking in your head this very instant..." Kong hissed, pointing a warning finger and clenching his fist.

"Just wondering... Who's anger you burrowed... Because that's not you..."

Kong's stance crumbled as his face went blank. And his hand dropped... Meeting Dean's piercing gaze.

"Tell me his name..." Dean whispered, standing at a distance from Kong.

Dean always asks and Kong ALWAYS denies... He didn't want to tell the name to anyone.. not because he is scared... But because it's his memory... And he didn't want to atleast give his memories away.

Kong took his car's keys from Marly. "You can go home now baby... I will see you tomorrow..."

Marilyn is much younger... And Kong do love her like a mother should. He really did... His kiss on her cheek implied that...

He then went ahead and hugged Dean, kissing his cheek. "I will be back home before dinner... Okay old man?"

"I will wait... Don't take much time..." Dean sighed, hugging Kong tight. Not stopping him. Like all these years.

Kong went away without another word, driving through the golden sunset. His car kept rolling out of civilization. Through the darkening woods, towards a place that Kong calls his own... His home... But strangely can't stay in it... He felt so guilty when he started staying with Dean. But he is thankful that Dean was there with him... No matter what... Always there...

Without any expectations...

And the more he reached towards the dark form of a house, standing within a scarce, quiet neighborhood.  The more he felt his lips spreading in a smile... And he was grinning when he entered the dark house and turned on all the lights... The old furnitures, the house, the kitchen, small living room everything squeaky clean... His caretaker made sure of it.

"I am home..." Kong called aloud.

And got replied with sounds of laughter, little giggles and visuals of time that stood still in every corner of the house... Memories that were painted in every corner, every particle of the house...

Kong rushed towards the backdoor and carried the berries and gifts that he got along with himself... And he felt a bust of fresh air as he stepped out and the sight of the gazebo decorated with fairy lights... He smiled widely and rushed towards it...

"Hey little cubs... Mommy is here... How are you?"

Kong chuckled feeling a gush of wind against his face and he tucked back his flowing hairs. "I am sorry I am late... Okay? But look... Mommy got gifts."

Kong knelt on the floor, placing two soft kisses on the cold surface. And then slowly lied down... Looking up at the ceiling. Reciting his whole day... Including his frustration. And he kept talking without stop... Not realising for how long...

"I met your grandpa today..." Kong informed. "He is thankfully fine... Don't dislike him okay... And papa Dean sent his wishes... He said he will visit soon... He won't come with mommy... He surely wants to complain about me... But don't listen to him. Okay?"

Kong laid there still, after he was done talking... Just laid still... Not wanting to move anymore... But he knows he has to go... And he didn't cry... He didn't want to cry...

"You know the deal right..." Kong whispered staring blankly at the ceiling. "Mommy has to go now... But I promise... I will be back here sooner this time..."

Kong forced himself to sit down and slowly came to his feet. Making sure he kept the goodies and soft toys properly.

"See you soon... And I miss you everyday..." Kong drew in a shaky breath, smiling weakly as he caressed his own belly. "I promise... I will forever stay with you soon... Just a little longer okay?"

Kong felt the gentle breeze caress over his face and he smiled. "I love you too... I love you till the end of time..."

Kong looked over and stared longingly at the place for a while... Then finally collecting all his courage to walk ahead...

Leaving back a twin grave, resting cozily under the gazebo...

With comfort and convenience... Lot's of plushies and pretty lights which he ordered should never be out even at night... Surrounded by lily plants and wild flowers...

A place where Kong buried his life... His existence and his soul without any rest... To be haunted forever... In a loop... Also a place where he feels alive... Feels home...

A shell like himself... Empty inside...
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A/n: You think only mentally strong people can rule the world?

Then you haven't met broken people... Who are just shells...

YOU KNOW THE DEAL... NO POSTING ANYWHERE...

lazylioness555 sorry for giving the credits late... I was sleepy and woke up late then got late for school... 😭😭😭 But thank you for this wonderful edit again... Love you kiddo... Keep up the good work... 🥺🥺🥺