"Why am I here, P'Evan?" Kongpob whispered as he leaned back against the wall. His terrified blue eyes scanned the boy, then the empty restroom he was dragged into.

Kongpob has seen this boy with Arthit numerous times. Evan is adorable in his own way. Blonde hair. Skin that is fair and silky. His flawless bow lips. He has it in him to be noticed. Kongpob wasn't surprised when Arthit chose to take a chance and spend some time with this attractive young man. When Kongpob was greedy and impolite.

He had a gist of the situation, everything that is happening around him nowadays is related to Arthit. Is controlled by Arthit. Which will continue the way Arthit wants.

Kongpob was more terrified of the fact that he didn't mind this change. Arthit is blocking everyone in Kongpob's life. Making Kongpob grateful, getting him the feeling of being protected by all the evil beings out there. Sometimes, although, Arthit goes overboard, but Kong has learned, that it is for his own well-being. The lesson so engaging that sometimes Kongpob refuses to call his parents, just to not make Arthit assume that his efforts are going in vain. And that Kong's attention won't be wavering anymore.

A furious silent version of his boyfriend is something Kong is afraid of to a little extent. There are parts, where Kongpob is guilty, like most of the time. Even though he is trying to work on his submitting instincts. Be more attentive in Arthit's tend. Some or the other way he finds his actions become vexing. And his boyfriend always forgives him for his wrongdoings. Then how can Kongpob not give in to Arthit's little requests?

He has learned to love the whole of Arthit. Without any condition. Expecting nothing in return but Arthit's love which he is sure he is getting in abundance. These troublesome situations, yes, Kongpob is sure he can handle them. Or at least survive through them.

"What have I done? Allow me to go." His voice came as a whimper. Both the parties weren't surprised either.

If it was someone else, they would have raised their voice, and maybe punched Evan too. But here Kongpob was begging for permission. As if, Kongpob will act only if Evan permits him for the same. This clicked something in Evan, as the reality hit him on the right spot, looking at the hopeful face. Arthit likes everything under his control, and this village boy does not think twice before giving off the right to his liberty to anyone who asks for it. No one can be this generous.

"You have the gall to ask?" Evan squinted his eyes, grabbing Kong's face. His fingers dug into Kong's cheeks. "You took Arthit from me... He was mine, Kongpob... You messed up my dream with my Arthit."

Evan was flabbergasted when he was no longer acknowledged by Arthit. He realized he was nothing but a toy for Arthit. Which Arthit aced. Until he was given the real deal. It was hard to believe that Arthit was turning possessive over a junior. Who can't even stand for himself. Or for anything at matter. He hated that Kongpob was admired so territorily. That it isn't Evan who Arthit is crazy for.

What was magical about Kongpob that Arthit was fascinated by? Evan did not want to accept that indeed anyone is going to choose Kongpob over Evan. Someone so dangerously captivating, so much giving themselves off for the other person to own. Someone with a face and innocence to die for. Evan won't accept Kongpob's existence to destroy his dream. He was sure Arthit hadn't even touched him exclusively. For which Arthit is well known. He is always after some fuck. Then why Kongpob is spared?

Evan is cent percent sure he has never seen Arthit pampering someone to this extent. Shielding them from every little obstacle. To think that Arthit is so deeply obsessed with this boy as if he were the last person on Earth, Evan's disdain towards Kongpob elevated rapidly.

Somewhere in his brain, he knew Arthit did not feel anything for him, but to realize the situation, and realize that he lost to some village boy was not right for his pride.

"I'm his boyfriend." Kongpob's voice is soft. Like he didn't want to hurt Evan more than he already did. "He said he likes me."

Evan wanted to laugh. Boyfriend? For Arthit everyone is just an acquaintance. There's no way Arthit is in a relationship with Kongpob.

Violence wasn't Evan's thing. He was always interested in his own matter. But when Kongpob unknowingly became the villain in his life, he couldn't take it anymore. Then the next thing he knew, his hand had already done its deed on Kong's cheek.

Kong's lips trembled most softly and eyes turned watery. His vision blurred for a few seconds. Kongpob instinctively held the spot, feeling the area burn. His face turned to the other side. This is the first time, anyone raised their hand on him. He dropped his eyes feeling embarrassed and humiliated for his behavior.

How wrong is he, that made him the object of Evan's extreme hate? Did Arthit, really was Evan's from the
start? Did he destroy their thing? There's no one in Arthit's world? Or was it there, but Kongpob being selfish forced them away?

"Why do you think Arthit would like to be your boyfriend?" Evan snorted. Scratching his chin in a habit.

"P'Arthit said he likes me," Kongpob repeats. And when he said those words again, he questioned if they were true or not.

"Look at your voice, Kongpob... You aren't even confident to accept... How do you think the society is going to believe your words?"

Kongpob shook his head, as his body kept trembling. He called Kongpob his. Arthit won't lie to him, will he? And like everyone else he won't leave Kongpob alone in this city, will he?

"I want to go." He mumbled. Any sense of thinking shut down on him.

"Stay away from Arthit... Or this won't be the last time we meet." Evan reminded. Taking a step back. "Arthit doesn't need a cheap lowborn as his boyfriend!"

Kongpob nodded. Wiping his tears with the back of his palm. He is just a soul, who tried having a beautiful life. Only to realize it is going to remain a dream. The words sent immense pain to his heart. He was sure it'd rip apart if he did come across Evan.

He looked at the retreating figure, what if Arthit does leave him later, and finds someone else? Someone more responsible, capable, and worthy of Arthit's love and status. Where everyone will praise the couple and not remind the other of their undeserving qualities. Where the difference of their league won't be a measure issue. Where they will be supported equally.

Everything in him screamed not to disobey his boyfriend. Who asked Kongpob to ring him once Kong was done with his classes. Instead, Kong chose the wrong direction. He switched off his phone, shoving it into his bag.

He still had one more free hour until he needed to run to the cafe. Where to his utter surprise he was given special treatment. Which, obviously, Kongpob decided not to take advantage of, and although the owner was friendly and imposed no pressure on Kong, he decided to work hard still.

With the departmental events lining up, Kong's boyfriend is busy. For which, right now, Kong is extremely glad.

He was sure, there would be plenty of messages and hundreds of missed calls on his phone. However, at the moment, he wished not to be with Arthit. Maybe Kong loves to infuriate him. Or just wants Arthit to hate him, and leave Kongpob. This solution seems better than receiving all that hatred, for which he isn't responsible.

How can he forget he came here for his studies, and not for finding his love story? Kongpob chuckled dryly, running his hand down his face. He might as well just end this, whatever's going between them.

Evan was right, Kong couldn't believe Arthit was his boyfriend. There was no way others would.

He walked out of the classroom. He disliked how the tears rolled down continuously. Kongpob hurried his steps through the corridor. He needs to find a safe place, which Arthit can't locate because Arthit is the last person he wants to meet. The task was completely impossible, as he stopped in his tracks.

"KONGPOB!"

Kongpob gulped, immediately rubbing his cheeks. Who was he kidding? There's no way he could escape Arthit. His score of pointless attempts is increasing day by day. He decided to ignore it and continued walking further. The consequences he knows can be fatal but he doesn't care at the moment.

Arthit took angry steps towards him, grabbing his arm, and yanking him back, as he glared at the downtrodden head. "Where do you think you are going? And why's your phone off?"

Kongpob took heavy breaths, closing his eyes. He can't face Arthit now and not have a breakdown then and there. Arthit's voice is enough to tell about his mood, like right now, Kong knows how mad Arthit is at him.

His brain and heart quivered helplessly with Arthit's mere touch. He tried freeing himself. Missing the blank stare imposed on him. Consumed in his low self-regard.

Arthit was furious, as he got the view of sightly red cheek. Glistened with tears of pain, and self-doubt. Poking Arthit's mind with thousands of questions. And absurd theories, because Kong wanted to be away from him.

Why? Isn't Arthit enough to comfort him? Did he find a more special someone? He pushed Kong against the wall, holding his chin tight. The other hand gripping Kong's wrists behind his back.

"What is this behavior?" Arthit wheezed, pushing closer to his junior. Kongpob shivered listening to Arthit's rabid breaths. "Have you forgotten your courtesy?"

Kongpob slumped instantly. As he felt to be slapped. This time, with Arthit's words. Feeling embarrassed in the middle of the corridor. The passersby barraging a look of snoopiness.

"I didn't, P..." Kongpob choked, his eyes swollen red. He wriggled his hands. "I'm sorry... I have to go."

His lips trembled when he realized Arthit had seized his mobilization. It isn't something new. This can be an everyday event for him. Although, at this moment he wished he wasn't here. Or anywhere near his boyfriend.

Each time that Kongpob thinks it is better to go around without Arthit, it messes his mind. Kongpob must stay with Arthit all the time, what is so difficult for the other to carry on with this simple demand.

Each time Kongpob is out there has started to infuriate Arthit more and more. Kongpob is diversely beautiful, his beautiful face, his beautiful smile, his beautiful heart, everything is adorable about his babyish Lily. Kong is bewitching and addictive. He must be confined in Arthit's world but treated like a deity.

Arthit has no idea what he is going to do with these neurotic fancies. After those years of suffering, this tenderhearted doll to his regally lone heart is like an elixir to his erratic psyche.

"You are not going anywhere." Arthit snapped with clenched jaws. "You are not going to leave me. Ever."

Even in this heated situation, Kong blushed. Somewhere back in his heart, he wanted just this. For Arthit to not let him go.

"Don't be mad, P..." Kongpob tilted his head. His blurry blue pair somehow focuses on Arthit. "Please... Please... Please..."

Arthit jerked out of his mind. Dearly cradling Kong's body to himself. Accepting that he was being an asshole at the moment. Arthit sighed, kissing Kong's temple repeatedly.

His entire existence loved the authority to handle Kongpob. He would rather kill himself than watch Kong taking comfort in someone else's arms. Arthit unconsciously tightened his arms over the small frame. The thought made him crazy. He must never allow that to happen. This vulnerable jewel will always remain in Arthit's possession.

"Please." Kongpob pinched Arthit's jacket, murmuring like a distanced call. "Please."

"Baby... Look at me."

Arthit received heavy sobs this time. Making him alarmed. There's someone who messed with his Flower. The confirmation was written all over Kong's face. Arthit won't let that person free.

Arthit cupped his glistened cheeks. "It's okay, Kong... Tell me what happened."

"I'm sorry..." Kong gulps meeting Arthit's warm gaze. "But... I... Don't want to break up, P... What should I do?"

Arthit stared in utter disbelief. The words were very much unsettling for him. If Arthit wasn't so much obsessed with Kongpob, his hand would have worked as well, for even mentioning their break up.

Kongpob sobbed, hugging Arthit for his life. His heart thudded in anticipation of the unknown. Arthit was silent for quite some time. Elevating Kong's goosebumps. Until his chin was pinched and he was made to look at Arthit.

Arthit tightened his hold, his other hand going over Kong's back, getting him close. Brushing their noses. Letting Kongpob adjust to their current state. And his unblinking dark blank gaze.

"If I hear this once again..." Arthit says calmly like it isn't a big deal for him to do what he'll be doing. "Find yourself locked in my room without having access to the outer world." He deftly kisses his nose. "Yes, Lily?"

Kongpob urgently nods in reply. As happy tears flow down his red cheeks. He raises on his toes, draping his arms around Arthit's neck. Melting in his secured warmth. They won't part their ways. After everything, Arthit is still putting up with him. He must have done something generously good in his past life to have found Arthit in this one.

"You are going to tell me each and everything, Kongpob." Arthit pasted their foreheads. Preventing himself from chewing Kong's thin petals. "I'm not ready to let go of things you keep hiding from me. I'm your boyfriend... I have every right to know what's working with you."

"I..."

"I need no arguments, Kongpob." Arthit tucked his hair in place.

"Okay, P'Arthit." Kongpob bit his lips. Finding his strength. He tried stepping back.

"We'll head back home," Arthit says in finality. Holding Kong firmly.

Arthit has to attend a meeting. Kong knows about it. He knows how everyone goes to Arthit for all sorts of management that need to be done. There wasn't an ounce of doubt, that someone might not cooperate with Arthit. Kongpob felt so proud of his boyfriend's influence.

"You said you had work to be done..." Kongpob held Arthit's arm. Staring innocently. "I'll wait for you... Don't avoid that for me."

Arthit mellows at the blotched face. He leans down, hugging Kong. "You are more important than my work... You are more important than anything to me, Kongpob."

"But... But I can wait, P." He mumbles into Arthit's neck. Feeling adored by this regal senior.

Arthit pecks his temple. "Then, you are coming along."

Kongpob shakes his head in panic. Not here. "No... I can go to the library."

Arthit draped his hand around Kong's back. Already walking them in the direction. "You don't have to... Henceforth, I won't let you out of my sight."

Like always, Kongpob surrendered to Arthit's demand. He is silent, for he understands Arthit's utmost caring side this time. Kongpob matches Arthit's steps. Everything is for his good, Kong knows. But is unaware, how, apart from the departmental events, Arthit is managing Kong's life as well.

As he stands by the door, Kong hesitates, for Knott is going to be there as well. And the last thing Kongpob wants is to be humiliated in front of Arthit. He grabs Arthit's sleeves gently. Tugging it to draw his attention. When the senior looks down at him, he shakes his head ever so slowly. His frozen blue eyes clenched Arthit's heart.

Arthit sighs, cupping Kong's face. Kissing his forehead tight. His thumb drew circles on those blotched cheeks. "I'll be there with you."

The determined glint in the hazel eyes was scary for him. The smile directed at him, which Kong has come to realize is not even close to a mark of gentleness, is scary for him. As the big hands possessively draped over the waist, and the sudden appearance of a blank face, helped Kongpob envision the reality that Arthit knows each and everything of Kong's world. He was an open book, and Arthit has mastered each word of it. Kongpob cautiously tilted his head, to confirm and assure his jittery self. And so...

"I'll always be there, Lily," Arthit repeated.

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A/N: I know many of you might resent me for my infrequent updates. But right now I'm not in my best emotional state. I'm having a breakdown almost every day. And I'm trying to cope with everything around me.
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