"P'Arthit." Kong called, coming inside the small kitchen where he found the said man cooking.

He walked ahead and hugged around, resting his face tight against Arthit's back. Closing his eyes.

Arthit didn't respond and Kong can smell the spaghetti that was sizzling on the gas oven. He felt Arthit's muscles flexing with the way he stirred the utensils.

"I got a call from the bank." Kong continued, clawing the fabric over Arthit's belly. "Why did you fix deposit such amount under my name?"

Arthit went stiff for a moment, then relaxed. Reaching one hand back and caressing Kong's hairs.

"Because you need it. It will be helpful."

Kong opened his eyes, feeling the warm voice brush down Kong's body. Though he felt a chill gripping on him instead.

"But I have you." Kong whispered, nuzzling his face.

Arthit didn't respond to that. And Kong heard him platting their lunch. He hugged Arthit tighter, smiling. Though it hurt him to smile. He smiled.

"Come on... Kongpob." Arthit turned over, prying away from Kong's arms. And Kong didn't cling anymore. "We will be late."

He watched as Arthit walked to the small dining table in the living room and set their plates. Kong nodded to himself, following. Without looking over.

Because if he did... He knows he will be flashed with memories of them laughing and kissing silly in the same kitchen. Their food forgotten. With Arthit carrying Kong around, giggling and pecking each other. He can hear those voices stuck there.

"P'Arthit... Stop it."

"Never Baby."

Yes. He can definitely hear those voices there.

Kong sat across Arthit and started digging into his food. With silence that surrounded them. Complete and utter silence. Arthit working on his laptop, while taking bites of his food. Without even sharing a glance.

As Kong ignored the images of himself sitting over Arthit's lap on the same place Arthit sat alone. Being a blushing mess. Lost into each other's eyes and talks. Now the silence being their companion.

Two years. Since they met. When Kongpob was a scholarship student and Arthit the wannabe hotshot of the university. Kong was seventeen and shy, while Arthit was the over popular senior of the college. Kong just wanted a degree, so he could earn and have a life for himself.

Being an Omega and orphan was hard for him. So he remained focused on his goal. But destiny always had different plans.

Their paths crossed on one stormy night. Where Arthit helped Kong, reaching his dingy apartment. Kong was thankful and Arthit surprisingly kind. Then one thing led to another, because they had that instant connection.

Which wasn't surprising, because they were mates.

Arthit worked as a singer in a bar as his lart time. He was popular and earning enough to own a beautiful house of his own. Where they soon lived together, sharing moments and memories.

Where Kong got his mark as Arthit's fated mate. Where Kong made his happiest memories. Where he built dreams of having that one thing that he never had. A family. A beautiful family.

"Can you make it fast?"

Kong jolted snapping his gaze ahead to meet Arthit's glare. His heart sank, getting a flash of the same eyes adoring him with warmth.

"I am sorry." Kong dropped his gaze. Trying to finish his food as fast as he can. Gulping his tears along.

He had no wish to eat. But Arthit made it working so hard. He can't be ungrateful.

Also he knows, that if he refuses to eat. He won't be coaxed or pleaded anymore. He won't be pampered. So he didn't throw a tantrum.

Kong smiled to himself, putting on a skinny jeans. He tucked the fly, taking an oversized full sleeved tee to put. They were going to the park for a date. It's been more then four months that they went anywhere. Four months since the wall between them grew stronger. Even though they lived under the same roof.

But they were finally going out together that day. And Kong assured his heart, everything will be perfect. Ignoring everything else, even the packed huge travellers and boxes put on one side of the room. They were going to watch the fireworks display in the evening and have a great time.

Kong stared at his reflection on the mirror. His eyes falling on the sunrays that outlined his belly button. His heart squeezed painfully as he caressed over it with gentle fingers.

His mind taking him to the day when Arthit spent it kissing on the spot for the whole day. Keeping Kong bedridden. The place Arthit haven't touched for months now.

Haven't kissed or left those stupid marks on his body... that Arthit smirked proudly at. But Kong recalls everything. Just like they happened last hour. He recalls every touch, every whisper, every feeling. Everything. He remembered everything. And he will keep doing it for the rest of his life.

"Kong... Are you..."

Kong looked over just the moment Arthit walked in, looking up from his phone. Their gazes met and they froze. Kong remained bare torso, holding the tee against his chest. He blushed with Arthit's presence like always. But Arthit didn't take long strides towards him or push him over the bed. Neither did his eyes turn dark.

"I..." Arthit cleared his throat. "I am waiting in the car... Make it quick okay?"

Arthit didn't wait for Kong's response, soon going out and shutting the door again.

And Kong remained where he was. His eyes falling on the bed. On the memories of two bodies entwined with each other, lost in passion. Everything just a hazy vision now.

Everything.

The hour long drive to the cliff was filled with silence. Complete silence. And Kong didn't want to ruin the moment with his voice or talks. So he remained silent. He learned it the hard way, that some things aren't reversible. Once a crack appears. Like the silence that surrounded them.

The couple who couldn't keep their hands to each other, remained walking side by side without a simple contact.

And Kong couldn't remain strong anymore. He wrapped his arms around Arthit's arm and rested his face against the strong upper arm. As they walked up the road to the cliff.

"Do you have a show tonight?" Kong whispered, basking in the warmth and the memories of it.

"Yes..." Arthit replied without protesting Kong's hold. Neither did he kiss his head like always. "It's my last day."

Kong knows. He knows. But he wants to keep denying. "Can I come? I promise I won't bother."

"No." Arthit refused straight away. "You don't have to, it's a late night show anyways."

Kong felt his heart breaking, his left portion numbing till the tip of his fingers. But he smiled, nodding.

"Ofcourse. I understand."

He understands. He really does. But his heart won't stop being stupid. And Kong doesn't blame it. Arthit is his only hope for a home. A family. So it became selfish and greedy.

Kong was thankful for the darkness as they laid over the grass, watching the fireworks. But the colours seemed dark and grey to Kong.

The ride back was gloomier. Arthit didn't stay long after the display was over. Almost like he was in a hurry. And Kong just smiled, feeling how much he was bothering Arthit. Becoming a responsibility. A burden. And he didn't want to bother the love of his life so much anymore.

So he hugged himself, staring out blankly at the passing road. Humming under his breathe. To ignore the searing pain of his chest.

"I will be late. Don't wait up." Arthit parked outside.

Kong nodded, without stepping out of the car. Staring at his lap. "Will you have dinner with me?"

Arthit let out a deep sigh, leaning back with his hands still on the steering wheel.

"Kong..."

"Please say yes." Kong whispered, forcing a smile.

Arthit snapped his gaze at Kong's side face, looking at Kong's warm smile towards him.

"Please... Just like you used to."

Arthit opened his mouth. Shutting it when Kong gently put a hold on his arm.

"You just have to say yes... I promise you don't have to come back." Kong assured. "Just... Please say yes."

Kong held back his all. His everything from screaming out of the agony that twisted his belly and throbbed his heart.

Arthit gulped a lump. "Yes. Let's have dinner together."

Kong smiled widely, leaning towards Arthit. "Okay. I will cook."

Arthit kept staring, as Kong leaned closer and put a gentle peck on Arthit's cheek. Hiding his face in the crook of Arthit's neck, sniffing in the warm essence of his mate.

"Take care of yourself. Drive safe. Come back soon."

"I will." Arthit whispered staring ahead.

Kong gulped down lumps, drawing in deep breathes. "Okay."

"Okay." Kong forced himself away from Arthit. Feeling himself being skinned. "Okay... I will wait."

Kong stepped out of the car, without looking back. Or he knows he will start botherinG Arthit again. He would beg Arthit. And he didn't want to make Arthit feel bothered again.

He closed the door behind him and faced the car, hugging himself. Arthit remained their for a moment without driving away and Kong waited.

Watching as Arthit soon drove off. Kong waved at the disappearing car with shaky breathes.

"By... Bye P'Arthit. I love you..." He whispered to the wind. Praying that it carried his words and feeling along. "I love you. So much."

Kong stood there for a whole hour, making hundreds of scenarios. And each time he smiled thinking he will be hugged in the warmth again. His illusion broke. Everything broke. Everything.

He looked over at the house waiting for him. He can't go in. He can't. So he walked over the street, not opening the gate or knowing where he was going. He just started walking.

Until his feet took him to the club Arthit was working at. He blinked in surprise not even realising he was there. But he soon entered, anticipating and scared that Arthit will be upset.

He won't be surprised and take Kong in his arms anymore. He didn't want that. Because he understands.

The club was full like always. Giving him space to hide in one corner. In the dark. And not take his usual sit, up front.

He understands. Arthit comes from a powerful family. And he understands that Arthit chose his family over Kong. For someone who doesn't have a family, he felt proud that Arthit chose his own family. Over an orphan without any identify.

He smiled unconsciously when Arthit's deep voice filled the crowded space, along with the guitar. His beautiful voice strumming Kong's heart like everytime. Tickling all his emotions like always. He can never feel enough of Arthit. He will never run out of his love of Arthit.

But he understands. Even when Arthit smiled at the person taking Kong's usual space at the front table. He didn't care that Arthit grew out of this relationship. His heart just soared looking at the warm dimpled smile. The twinkle in the warm hazel eyes. It's been so so long he saw this sight.

Though he was no longer the reason behind it... He still smiled. His heart still soared. He felt the happiest with Arthit's happiness and he felt proud of himself.

He understands why Arthit is happy. He knows Arthit was tired of fighting his family for Kong. Especially his grandfather. He knows Arthit was slowly splitting from between, being stuck with his family and Kong.

So Kong feels glad that Arthit was smiling again.

His eyes blinked when the place roared with applause. And he applauded the loudest, cheering like always... Just from the dark this time.

Getting glimpses of Arthit coming down the stage, taking Kong in his arms swirling him.

Because this time, Arthit did come down the stage. But received a kiss from someone else this time. The beautiful omega Wayo Panitchayasawad. The person Arthit's family found best next to their child.

Kong's heart burnt. He wanted to scream and take Arthit away. But he didn't want to be more selfish than he already was. Arthit looked okay again. That he chose his family. And he didn't want to take away that happiness from his Love.

He looked away, when they hugged. Looking away and anchoring his all as he walked out of there with shaky knees. Arthit never hid anything from Kong. He had nothing to be angry at. Why should he be? Arthit just chose his family and peace. And a beautifully perfect life partner, who has everything.

Kong didn't know how he got back again. This time taking the couch in the living room. Sitting in the dark. Waiting. He didn't know for what, but waiting.

When the door unlocked and Arthit came in, it was way past midnight. But Kong didn't fall asleep or eat. He couldn't. He came to his feet, when Arthit closed the door, put away the keys and stepped in a little tipsy.

He didn't speak a word to Kong, ready to walk to their shared room. Where they slept giving each other their backs.

"Welcome home, P'Arthit." Kong whispered to Arthit's back.

Arthit stopped, without turning over. Running a frustrated hand down his face. "Can you stop?"

Kong caressed his belly button. "Should I run a bath for you?"

"I said stop." Arthit growled, looking over his shoulder. "Stop being so nice, stop being so kind. Stop. Acting. Understanding."

Kong kept caressing his belly button, shivering with Arthit's aura. But he wasn't left with much time.

"Just... Stop. Okay?" Arthit pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stop making me feel guilty."

Kong's lips trembled. As he stared at the tired, frustrated face of his Arthit.

"I tried... I tried my everything. I am just tired now. I am sorry. But I am tired."

Kong knows. He knows what Arthit must be feeling. He watched the man struggle with his own eyes.

He knows, love is not always enough.

"Can I be selfish. Just for tonight?" Kong whispered.

Arthit straightened and looked at his beautiful, miserable mate.

"What do you want?"

"Can you be my P'Arthit again?" Kong tilted his head with trembling lips. "Just for tonight?"

Arthit went blank.

"Please love me... One last night."

Kong dropped on his knees, hanging his head in front of Arthit. Stomping on all his self restraints and esteem at one go.

"Please make me feel yours... One last night."

Arthit felt his eyes moisten and he didn't hesitate scooping Kong in his arms.

"Please." Kong whispered, hiding his face. "Please... I am so sorry for everything... But please this once."

He will be leaving the very next day. He was a useless mate. He couldn't give his mate what he promised. But he named whatever he owned for Kongpob. This house, his car. And enough money to assure Kong can live by smoothly. Along with his studies.

He wasn't paying for Kong's love. He can never repay that. He was just assuring that he is giving something which will give him a little peace of Kong's well being. His mate's happiness.

No matter how selfish that sounds.

"I wish you all the happiness." Kong brittled. "All the luck. Wish you well being and a great future... I wish you get love and prosperity in your life."

Arthit didn't reply, carrying Kong to the room.

"I wish he loves you more than me. I wish... I wish it was me Alpha... I wish I was yours... I just... wish..."

I wish I will be yours in another world. I wish, I will be worth.

There were so many unsaid words that night. Which they never spoke. So many unsaid emotions that they never showed. The pain Kongpob tried to hide, burst out in all his muffled screams against Arthit's chest. When he tried to keep holding onto Arthit. Refusing to let go. Wishing he can disappear in Arthit. And never be found.

But things never work the way you want them to. Otherwise there will be chaos if every wish came true. If every love story got successful.

People grow out of love... That's a fact. They move on. Though they carry a place in their heart where every memory remain. Just forgotten.

Maybe that was the case of Arthit.

It's been eight years. Eight long years.

Eight years since Arthit became someone else's.

Since he watched Arthit leaving in a dark Suv. Leaving back everything else. Including a sobbing Kongpob, dropped on the threshold.

Eight years since Kong watching Arthit boarding a flight to New York with his fiance. While he remained hidden in the shadows, being Arthit's mate.

Eight years since he watched the love of his life getting married. And walking down the alter with someone else. While he crashed and stalked the wedding from behind a tree. Just in pain and happiness looking at the warm dimpled smile... Which Kong couldn't bring anymore. And never will.

He wanted a closure. So he stopped desperately looking for Arthit after the wedding.

Eight years since he cries and screams alone in the house, where the cold of the memories from every corner froze him. Because he has no one. Just this memories. And the things He left behind.

Eight years since his search for closure, but finding none.

Since he swore on Arthit's name to never love again. To never have someone again. To be Arthit's till his last breathe. Because he was left with nothing to offer to anyone anyways. He is just a shell...

His rest... His love took away.

Now that he stared at a picture from social media. With Arthit's matured, handsome face staring back at him. With a warm, dimpled smile. Covering one of the top livelihood magazine's front cover. Being one of the most successful singer of the decade.

Sitting over a posh couch with his ever beautiful husband and... Their beautiful six year old twin boys. They looked just like Arthit. One had a dimple. And the other had hazel eyes. They were so beautiful. They were his mate's children.

Just not from him... Like he had dreamt of... And still dreams in the dead of night. Only to wake up in the emptiness..

Kong caressed over the face, ignoring the water drops on the screen. His lips spreading in a smile. Arthit is happy. He has moved on. He never looked back.

Realising how Kong never moved on. He remained where they were. Where they were happy and together. Where they made memories.

He is happy for Arthit. His success. He still prays for Arthit every single day. He still keeps fasts for him. He still cuts cake on Arthit's birthday... He still... Remained in that moment.

And he doesn't regret. He just wishes. He just dreams... Of a situation a bit different.

"I still miss you..." Kong whispered, dabbing his thumb over the mark on his belly button. Holding the phone with his other hand. "I miss you very much."

"I am still in love with you... And I never want to be out of it."

"I wish you think about me... Even if unconsciously..." Kong weeped. "I wish you haven't forgotten me."

Kong hugged the photo to his chest. "I waited... For you to come and tell me it was all a joke... I still wait for waking up. But I also dont want to come out of that space Alpha.... Because that's the only place where I am yours."

Kong couldn't hold in his sobs anymore, as he curled himself to a ball on the bed. Hugging himself small. Wrapped in an eight years old tee shirt. Oversized and worn out.

"I wish my love was enough P'Arthit... I wish I was enough."

A/n: But love is never enough. It will never be.

Don't hate Arthit. When you pull on a rope too tight. It hurts you. And anyone will be ready to give away the hurt and be in peace.

He chose his family. And Kong chose to forgive him. But he couldn't forget.

This is personal... So I know where they both are coming from.

Arthit got tired of fighting in the tough way and moved on. But Kong didn't know how to do the same. So they took their individual decisions.

It's very short and unexpected but i hope you liked it.

This story is close to my heart. Very close.

I wish you get the love you want. I wish you all happiness.

Love,
Bamboo_shoot.

***Also, comment on what you think might have happened next.