Dedicated to ihunnnie ❤️

I know I'm super late! Sorry for that!
Hope you enjoy this!

P.S. as per the request, this will be similiar to the storyline/continuation of the Peraya fic 'A Wish' by redwin93

It isn't necessary for those who haven't read that book to read it, before reading this update. (But feel free check that book out! It's absolutely interesting but sadly its been years since it had been updated ☹️)

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Arthit took a deep puff from the cigarette. Sighing in content as it took over his senses. Gazing at the night sky, it felt like peace. The moon shining up in the darkness, stars spread out like large carpets. The city looked quiet, in calmness as the night took over. He stood in the silence, a boxer being the only cloth that covered his body in the chilly room.

Each puff from the cigarette gave him peace. One thing that hadn't been entered his life for the past three years.

"Stop it."

Arthit's jaw clenched at the voice. He took one more puff.

"I said stop it, Arthit."

A deep chuckle left his lips. No more of the respectful P'Arthit, no more of it blended in the honey voice of the latter. Why? After all, why should he be respecting him?

"This is not good."

"Why do you care?" Arthit hissed as he moved, his lower back aching with each movement.

"Arthit."

"You booked me, made me your fuck toy. Why do you care, Kongpob?"

Arthit didn't give it any mind as he heard the younger gasp even though his face looked blank.

"After all these years, you don't care to explain. Do you?"

Kongpob's words were like spice to his wounds, making him hiss. If was guilty of the past, for not giving anyone an explanation. But now he doesn't have time or intention to think about it, to think about others who are no longer a part of his life. He had a purpose and that was all that he had to look into.

"Why are you silent? Cat got your tongue?"

Arthit closed his eyes, taking a huge puff of his cigarette. He has nothing to talk about.

"Will you stop smoking? Do you even know what thing you're using?"

The elder male turned his gaze to the man who stood by his side. Clad in a white t-shirt and black shorts, hair messy and eyes cold. The look of disgust morphed on the younger's face as he stared at the puff of smoke Arthit breathed out. The irony in the scene made the elder chuckle.

"Doesn't matter." Arthit shrugged his shoulders.

Kongpob clenched his palms into a tight fist. His breathing was uneven as he stared at the man who he once loved, still loves. A man who used to cherish him, smiled at him as if he was his whole world. He doesn't recognise this Arthit anymore, it wasn't his P'Arthit and he, again for the umpteenth time ever since he was left alone, felt guilty that he shackled Arthit in his life once again.

But he can't watch Arthit ruin his life anymore, if sex was what kept Arthit in his hold then he'll do that. It wasn't like they hadn't done it years before, they used to make love. To eachother. Content and ecstatic. The only difference was that now they were just having mere sex, with broken feelings. He doesn't even know what Arthit's feelings were for him, was it broken three years back?

He had been yearning to seek answers since then, now that he have Arthit beside him. Whatever it may be, he's not going to let the latter go from him. Name him as a lunatic but he won't move from his stand.

"I'm leaving."

Kongpob blinked, looking at the man who stood up, he could see the grimace in the other's face and he felt extremely guilty for being the reason for the other's state. I don't have any other choice, P'Arthit.

"You're not going anywhere."

"You can't hold me in like that."

"I can, I bought you. Gave money for you. If you walk out now I'll pull away all the money that I have spent for you."

Kongpob saw fear and instant panic in the other's eyes. He felt as if a knife was stabbed into him seeing the once strong-headed man, panic in front of him.

"Just-Just give me some time? I'll be back soon. Please?" Arthit's lips trembled in the dark.

He wanted to be away from Kongpob, to gather his emotions. Everything was too sudden. Meeting Kongpob after three years of hiding, after accepting his fate of not meeting the younger again was painful. Especially after knowing that Kongpob had bought him, as a sex toy he can sleep around with. Arthit didn't know how he was able to stay with the man for three days straight, in the closed space, being pulled by Kongpob wherever they go.

But now he needs time for himself. To breath.

"Ok."

Arthit gasped as he looked up at Kongpob who was staring blankly at the window. Jaw clenched as face darkense. The elder didn't utter a word as he walked past the other. Gathering his clothes that were on the chair, wearing them silently. Taking a deep breath he stepped towards the hotel room's door.

"Wait."

Arthit stopped in his tracks, his hand clutched over the doorknob.

"It's a cold night." The next second Arthit found a warm, black coat over his shoulder. Over his baggy brown shirt. Clutching onto the cloth he stepped out. Without giving a glance to the younger male he closed the door behind.

A sob escaped his lips as soon as he stepped into the elevator. He let his tears fall, the heart-clenching pain taking over his system. It was difficult to breathe, Every movement of his made him feel pain in words indescribable. Physically and emotionally.

It was already past midnight, and even if anyone was awake at the time he didn't care if they saw him, crying like a child. Pathetic and useless.

He wiped his tears away, only to let fresh ones slide down his cheeks. Clucthing onto the younger's clothes he stepped out of the luxurious hotel.

Walking through the dark streets of the night gave him peace. He lit a cigarette, letting the magic of it take over him. He felt relaxed when he took a puff of it, as if he was floating. Now that he wasn't near Kongpob he didn't have to stay alert or walk on nails. He was free, and each puff he breathed took over his senses.

Arthit let his feet guide him, walking under the starry sky. Unafraid. All the fear, all the need to be himself was thrown away years back. The only fear Arthit had in his mind was for the man who laid on the hospital bed, breathing with the help of tubes and wires.

When he had stepped into what he signed up for the only thought, the only motive behind it was for that man. The person who was left behind for him, his only family, the only one who he could call his. Now, after Kongpob had bought him, like a toy that can be sold and bought, he at least gets the money to pay off at the hospital. That was all that concerned him.

Even though it pained, each second when Kongpob stared at him as if he was some stranger. As if he was just a piece of meat. As if he could be thrown and played, it hurt him. It hurts him to see those emotions in Kongpob's eyes. Those charcoal orbs had been his source of strength even in the three years of separation but now, getting the man in front of him. Getting paid to be the object to satisfy his needs. Arthit felt disgusted. At himself and everything.

He had yearned for those touches, those kisses and tender eyes. He had yearned, begged to every power in the universe to make it better for him so he could be back into the arms of the younger male. Instead, unexpectedly life played with him.

Kongpob was back. Now, as the man who brought him with money. He hated he agreed to what his friend had told, he hated that he made the decision. He couldn't blame the latter either, what his friend had told was right. He needed this in the end, he was in desperate need of money. He wanted it and no other options were laid down in front of them.

But meeting Kongpob was unexpected. It brought back all the memories to Arthit. The flashbacks and each moment they shared declaring their love. The tables have turned now. Arthit wasn't the man who he was three years ago. He wasn't the same Arthit Rojnapath.

He felt disgusted in himself.

A sigh escaped Arthit's lips as he stared at the building in front of him. He threw the cigarette on the floor before crushing it with his shoe. Taking a deep breath he stepped into the hospital. Some of the nurses recognised him and waved back at him, smiling assuringly.

He always visited the hospital after midnight, even though the visiting hours were over the nurses would let him inside. They felt pity for the young man.

Walking into the familiar hallway Arthit let his guard down, letting his lips tremble as he stood in front of the room, at the end of the hallway. He wasn't the only one in the corridor, family members of different patients were there, walking through the way but he felt all alone. Coldness took over him as loneliness slowly crept into his mind. Reminding him again and again that he had no one, he had no one in this world. The only one he have was slipping away from him, his brother, all his hopes were shattering.

Taking a deep breath Arthit twisted the doorknob, unlocking it as he stepped into the room. The sounds of machine beeping reached his ears.

He took painful steps towards the bed that lay in the middle of the room, a figure laying unmoved. Breathing calm and steady.

"R-Rome," Arthit reached out to caress his brother's hair, his hands trembling.

"When are you coming back to me?" Arthit sat at the edge of the bed, taking his brother's hand in his. A deep sigh left his lips.

"Don't leave me alone, Rome. P-Please, come back. It's been three years." He closed his eyes, letting his tears fall as held tight to the other's hand.

Seeing his younger brother lay on the bed, unmoving and steady, weak and fragile was breaking him inside out. Three years ago, after receiving the news of his family's accident, when he had stepped into the ICU he saw his brother in the hospital bed, almost unrecognisable with all the wounds and bruises covering his face and body, Arthit felt a part of him being ripped away. A dreadful day that he wished never happened in his life. He lost everyone that day, saw the true colours of people near him. People who he believed to be his family.

All these years he had the will to live because he wanted to be there for his brother, the only family he had. When the doctor said Rome had slipped into a coma and they didn't know when he would wake up Arthit was shattered. He wanted Rome back and he would do anything to bring him back. Treatment was a hurdle for Arthit. With no money in his hands, he had to drop out of college, spending the next three years doing various jobs to meet Rome's treatment expenses.

And now, here he was, selling his body in the end. He never thought he would do that, it was hard to accept it but he had no choice. He had to or the hospital would cancel all the treatments. He needed money.

Arthit roughly wiped his tears away, his cheeks red and flushed. Eyes blood red and blank. "You will come back to me, baby brother. You'll come back to me."

He blankly stared at his brother's face, pale and weak. Rome had lost a lot of weight. Arthit wished he could take care of him well, but he was helpless. He could do only little.

He sat there for almost an hour, caressing Rome's hand and humming absent-mindedly. When he broke out of his trace he stood up, mustering all his courage before walking out of the room. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to be with Rome, every second of the day but it was impossible. He knows.

He had to work, to get money. Whether it be Kongpob or his part-time jobs, which he couldn't go to since Kongpob came into his life. He had to get the money no matter what.

When Arthit stepped near the reception desk, the lady smiled softly at him.

"Khun Arthit, your friend already paid for the last two month's expenses."

Arthit bit his lips, "Uh-Ok, thank you."

"Do you want some snacks, Khun Arthit?" The nurse offered softly, pointing at the two wrapped sandwiches that were placed on her desk.

"You look tired. Did you eat anything?" The nurse immediately cleared the confusion that morphed on Arthit's face.

The young male smiled softly, he did have dinner. Almost 6 hours ago. But he couldn't eat much with Kongpob sitting right across him.

"I did. It's fine, those are snacks for you, right? You might be tired from working for soo long."

The nurse could only sigh as she watched Arthit wai and walk away. She doesn't know much about the young man, the past three years she saw how much Arthit had suffered. But she couldn't do much, she could only follow her duty.

When Arthit stepped into the hotel's room after unlocking it with the spare key Kongpob had handed to him last day, he found the younger male on the huge bed, sleeping at the end of the left side.

A chuckle escaped his lips. It reminded him of the past. Times where he and the younger were together. Whenever they were with eachother Kongpob always took the left side of the bed.

"Stop it," Arthit's jaw clenched as he mumbled to himself. He shouldn't remember anything. He should think about Kongpob like that, anymore. They shouldn't, he shouldn't.

Removing his shoes he stretched his limbs, releasing the knots in his muscles. He tip-toed, making sure to not make any noise as he walked towards the couch beside the bed. Sighing he slumped on it. Closing his eyes as he rested his head on the hand on the couch.

He could feel the tiredness of the day taking a toll on him. The emotional turmoil had drained him, it was tiring and taking a part of him. His eyes gazed over to the side, Kongpob's face on his view. The moonlight that passed through the large windows made the younger look glowing. The latter looked like his old Kongpob at the moment. Tranquil and at peace.

He didn't know when he had fallen asleep while staring at Kongpob. Feeling as if he was in a daze, a soft whine escaped his lips, feeling his body being moved. He was too tired to open his eyes, feeling as if all his senses were numb. But the next second he found himself sighing in content in his sleep, feeling his muscles stretch and lay in comfort. He snuggled into the softness underneath him.

"Good night, P'Arthit." Trembling soft lips pressed on Arthit's palm.

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"Where are you going?"

Arthit was startled, hearing the door to the room open. Followed by the all too familiar voice of the younger male. Turning around, he fidgeted, gulping as he pocketed his torn wallet.

"You were supposed to be here by evening," Arthit mumbled absent-mindedly.

Kongpob's face fell, immediately covering his expression he walked ahead, towards the elder male. "So you want to run away before I return?"

"No, I-I was just..." Arthit chose to stay silent, reminding himself that he didn't have to explain himself to the latter.

"If you think you can run away from me this time, you're very wro-"

"I just want to step outside!" Arthit closed his eyes, wincing at how loud his voice came out. Frustration getting inside him.

Kongpob raised his eyebrows,"Aw really? How would I know that you aren't making up things to-"

"I just want to go to the hospital! Can you just leave me alone?" Arthit's gaze was hard as it landed on Kongpob, making the younger freeze on the spot. A stare that was soo familiar to him, the cold glares he used to receive the first time he had met the elder male, in his freshmen year. And the familiarity tied his tongue.

The younger's eyes flashed with worry the next moment, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared that Arthit couldn't grasp if it was reality or a fragment of his imagination. The moment of silence stretched between them as they stared into each other's eyes. None of them breaking their gazes.

"Let's have lunch." Kongpob's stated, deadpanned.

"No." Arthit immediately refused. He doesn't want to spend more time than he already does with the younger male.

"No arguments, Arthit. You are coming with me for lunch, you can leave after that. I know you haven't eaten anything since morning."

A lump formed on Arthit's throat, he wanted to refuse but something in him, a voice inside his head that was buried deep down echoed in his ears.

The next thing he knew, he was sitting inside a simple, cozy restaurant, near the hotel they had stayed at, waiting for the food they - Kongpob - had ordered for them.

"Are you going to stay silent all the while we're here?" Kongpob broke Arthit from his stupor.

The elder male looked up, giving Kongpob his blank stare.

"You don't want to ask me anything, do you?"

Kongpob's jaw clenched when he heard Arthit scoff. All these days he had been trying to get Arthit to talk but the elder wasn't budging. He know he was a jerk to Arthit on the first two days, being forceful on the latter. His fear had took over his senses that time. And now, he couldn't do that anymore. It wasn't in his nature to do so, it hurts him to know that he would have to use force on Arthit if he want to know something and that didn't sit well with him. At all.

"And what exactly should I ask? There is no relationship between us, Kongpob. I left all of it long back."

Arthit's eyes stared deep into the other's. He wasn't planning to say those but he felt vulnerable. Feeling the need to escape, escape from everything. From life and the man who was in front of him.

The past three years he found support on the fact that Kongpob was far away from him, that he was living his deserved life. That he might have forgotten Arthit already. It brought him a sense of peace even though it hurt deeply, aching him.

But now, having the younger in front of him. No more the Kongpob he knew, he had changed just like how he himself had changed over the years.

Kongpob wasn't the bubbly, cheeky freshmen. No more his adorable lover with who he spends days and nights together, laughing and giggling. Free and themselves. Promises to share everything and be with eachother.

The Kongpob in front of him was the future CEO of Siam Polymers. A bright future to his family - a family, which didn't include him. A successful man, unlike him who is in the dirt.

They were poles apart now. All the strings broken.

"You left me."

Arthit gasped, hearing the quiver in Kongpob's voice. The younger's gaze didn't falter from him. But the pain and the need to suppress everything flooded over the younger's features.

"You left me just like that. Promising that you would come back. And I was waiting. Still waiting, because you promised-" Kongpob gasped, a painful lump forming on his throat and eyes burning, but he didn't let it out.

"That you'll come back to me."

Arthit bit his inner cheek. The last conversation they had before he ran away was evident in his mind. Playing on a repeat in his ears. A conversation he had kept in his heart.

"Don't you think I-I deserve an explanation? Your friends deserve an explanation?"

Arthit let out a deep breath when the waiter walked towards them, placing their food on the table. He was thankful for the interruption, he didn't want to answer any of it. He didn't have any answers in the first place. He did what he thought was right.

As Arthit's attention turned to his plate his lips trembled, feeling as if a weight was laid on his throat. Seeing his favourite food, that he wasn't able to taste for the past three years.

Chicken basil with a sunny side up and extra chillies.

Arthit didn't know what Kongpob had ordered since they had to write down their order before giving it to the waiter. And Arthit didn't mind asking either, he just wanted to get out of the place with less interaction with the younger male.

"Eat, Arthit. I thought you wanted to go to the hospital."

Arthit didn't dare to look up at the younger as he started to have his food. He doesn't know why the food tasted bitter and of the best flavour at the same time.

The conversation they had earlier wasn't brought up again. They ate their food in silence. With Kongpob stealing glances at the elder. He watched how the other had difficulty finishing the whole plate, and he had noticed it quite a few times in the past few days he had been with Arthit. He wanted to ask, but something stopped him.

Kongpob could see the other was struggling, so he finished his food first and left the table. Giving Arthit time to himself. He washed his hands and proceeded to clear the bill. On his way back to the table he spotted the elder walking out of the washroom so they proceeded to leave the restaurant. None of them uttered a single word, their hearts and minds heavy.

"Oh, Arthit!"

Both of their steps halted once they were out of the restaurant. Kongpob turned his attention to Arthit, who had a small smile on his face seeing the other man who approached him. Jogging towards them. Kongpob sighed, seeing the familiar guy in front of him. He nodded his head when their eyes met.

"Hi, P'Bold." Arthit stepped forward to hug the other male. Kongpob's jaw clenched.

Arthit turned to the younger, "I'm taking my leave. Don't worry, I won't run away."

Kongpob's chest clenched, feeling as if someone was ripping off his insides. Arthit didn't even mind hearing his reply as the other walked away with the other male. But the younger wasn't ready to leave, he want to see, get answers. If Arthit isn't ready to voice it to him, he will take it on himself to find answers.

The younger male hid himself at a corner, finding a place where the two males couldn't see him. Kongpob watched the two talk, he watched how Arthit's face fell each passing second, confusion and uncertainty taking over those hazel eyes.

Kongpob frowned the next second when the man, Bold, placed a small pack in Arthit's trembling hands. He watched how Arthit eagerly opened it. The younger bit his lower lip when he saw the number of cigarettes that was inside the packet. And Arthit had immediately taken one, lighting it and taking a huge puff. The satisfied smile on Bold's face didn't go unnoticed by Kongpob.

Once Arthit walked away from there, Kongpob waited for the elder male to walk to a particular distance before he could come out of his hiding place.

Before Bold was out of sight, Kongpob rushed up to him.

"Khun!" Kongpob called out as he stepped towards him.

Bold turned around, surprise evident on his face at seeing Kongpob.

"Aw, sir! How can I help you?" The pleasing fake smile the other had worn on his made nearly made Kongpob roll his eyes. "Is there any issues with Arthit? He's doing a good job right?"

Kongpob could feel that he was ready to burst with the way Bold was staring at him while he asked about Arthit. But this wasn't the time to do so, he need answers.

"I want to know about Arthit."

"You could just ask him, sir. He is in your possession until the duration ends."

Kongpob's jaw clenched, "No, you don't understand. I want to know how he came into this business. And I don't want you to leak this conversation to Arthit."

Bold raises his eyebrows, sceptical at what the young acting CEO was trying to say.

"Why? You seem too interested in him."

Kongpob licked his dry lips, clearing his throat. "You won't understand."

The younger male looked straight into the other's eyes, "I can pay you extra if you can give answers to my questions."

Bold's eyes shined at the mention of money. And Kongpob could see that his approach was working because the next second Bold invited him to go sit at a comfortable place before they could talk.

Once they were seated in one of the cafes nearby, at the far corner, away from the people's attention Kongpob asked his first question.

"When was the first time you met him?"

It's been past 7 in the evening and Kongpob was restless, not being able to contact Arthit. He found himself pacing in the room. The latter hadn't returned to the hotel room yet. The last time Kongpob saw him was at lunch.

He doesn't know what to make out of this, Arthit did say that he will come back but now he wasn't sure anymore. He doesn't want to lose Arthit once again. He had finally got the elder male close to him and he isn't ready to give up.

He knew the basics of what had happened to Arthit. Or what he believes is the reason for his disappearance. It hurt him knowing he wasn't there for the elder when his presence was needed. That Arthit chose to not share it with his lover back then. Kongpob felt as if he had failed.

The hurt and pain he had been left in those past years had made him numb. He went to search in every possible way, begging Arthit's friends each day if they knew anything about the elder. The elder's friends were helpless too, they were broken not knowing where their dear friend was. They were there to console Kongpob, along with the younger's friends. They took care of him like brothers until the time they spend at University. They still check upon him.

They know that Arthit Rojnapath was still the man who had Kongpob's heart. And the younger didn't want anyone else, he stayed with the hope that one day his P'Arthit will come back. And it did happen, in the most unexpected way possible. Nothing near to how Kongpob imagined seeing the elder.

"Oh!" Kongpob's eyes widened as a thought flashed inside him.

He hurriedly took out his phone, stopping his steps from pacing around the room. Taking the notes on his phone a sigh left his lips as he read the address he had noted down when he had the conversation with Bold in the afternoon.

Arthit's apartment address.

Taking a deep breath Kongpob took his car key and rushed out of the room. He knows he should trust Arthit but no, he can't give any more chances to it. He wanted to believe the elder but it was hard. He didn't want a repeat of the past. This time he had promised himself to not let go of the latter or let the latter walk away from him. He knows he sounds selfish, but for once he wanted to do this. For himself, for them.

Kongpob's face scrunched as he stopped his car in front of an apartment building. According to the address he was given, it was the place Arthit had lived in, for the past three years.

Looking out of the window he could only see an apartment that looked abandoned, almost scary as the night took over. But he could see lights from many of the windows. Assuring him that there were indeed people living inside. The place was quite, not much vehicles or people seen outside even though it's not that late at night.

Taking a deep breath he stepped out of the car. Mentally preparing himself to get inside the place. There wasn't any reception desk or lobby, just a small entrance with an elevator with an 'out of service' sign and staircase at the corner.

Kongpob observed the place as he took the staircase, taking in the sight of the place Arthit had lived. With flickering lights and most of them with dirty corridors. He could hear loud band music and shoutings from some of the rooms.

As he reached the fifth-floor Kongpob took out his phone, confirming the room number once again. Pocketing his trembling hands he walked through the hallway, keeping a close eye on the doors in search of that one number. He wasn't sure if Arthit was there or not but he wanted to give it a try. And in the process, he could see the place the elder had lived.

Standing in front of the last door in the corridor without wasting any more time Kongpob knocked on the door. Once, twice and thrice. There was no response.

"Where is he?" Kongpob couldn't help the raising of his heartbeat. Something inside him told him that there was something wrong. That he shouldn't leave yet.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" Kongpob banged on the door softly. Afraid if he exert any more pressure on the door it would break.

Letting out a frustrated sigh Kongpob tried to jiggle the door's handle and to his surprise, the door opened. It was unlocked.

"What was he doing leaving it unlocked?" Kongpob grumbled. Shaking his head at the careless behaviour of the elder male. He noticed that the room's lights were also turned on.

Stepping into the small room, Kongpob looked around. Biting his lips as he took in the poor condition of the apartment room. It was small and almost suffocating. It pained him knowing Arthit lived in here. Adjusting to the new lifestyle. And not to mention that there wasn't any sign of the elder male inside the place.

The room wasn't messy, it looked as if it wasn't used much. The room contained a small cupboard, a table fan. A small dressing table beside the single bed. No kitchen or a refrigerator. Kongpob wondered how Arthit even managed to eat in a day, the elder he knew would always try to cook for both of them, asking him to stock up his fridge with essentials.

As his eyes fixed on the mirror. A dirty one with glue and whatever sticking at the sides. It seems as if the dressing table had been there for years, even before Arthit had come to stay there.

A gasp left the younger's lips as his eyes fell on a photo frame, placed on top of the dressing table. A photo of him. That Arthit used to keep in his dorm back in the university days. A picture that Arthit took of him, from the younger's camera when he had once brought it with him after the semester break from home. Arthit insisted to check on it and 'try it out' on him. From the number of photos the elder had taken that day, he had specifically framed one of them to keep in his room.

A photo of Kongpob while he was laughing whole heartedly, eyes crinkled and smile soo wide from being tickled by the elder. It was a little shaky picture but the immense happiness that radiated from it was worth it. It even had Arthit's hand, that tried to catch Kongpob's arms to stay still, displayed on the photo.

"Why?" A sob left the younger's lips. "Why did you give up? We were soo happy."

Keeping the photo frame absurdly on the table Kongpob turned around. Hardening himself. He didn't want to cry. Closing his eyes he tried to calm down.

Once he made sure his emotions were in control he took a series of deep breaths. Calming his nerves. He gave one last glance all over the room. Arthit wasn't there and the younger didn't find the need to stay there anymore.

Just as he was about to leave his eyes caught the sight of an open door. A path at the far corner of the room. It seemed like a bathroom and he could see the rays of light coming out of it.

Kongpob's eyebrows furrowed. Thinking that maybe Arthit forgot to turn the lights off Kongpob walked into the room.

"P'Arthit!"

Kongpob's eyes widened at the sight of Arthit, lying on the congested bathroom floor with blood pouring out of the side of his forehead. He immediately rushed to the elder, taking him in his arms.

"P'Arthit wake up!" Kongpob patted on the other's cheek, trying to wake him up. He even tried splashing water from the bathroom's tap. But Arthit didn't wake up.

Kongpob stood up with a grunt, taking Arthit in his arms. He ran out of the apartment room. Carefully climbing down the stairs. After he settled Arthit at the backseat of his car the younger immediately rushed to the driver's seat. Starting the car.

"It's nothing. He's fine." Kongpob mumbled to himself, teaching his mind that there was nothing serious with Arthit as he drove to the nearest hospital.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, gulping at the sight of Arthit's lean form, lying at the back seat.

"Please be ok, P'Arthit."

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Completely different from what I usually write but I tried my best!

Hope it came up to your expectations dear ihunnnie ❤️

Will try to update soon, but no promises!
I'm quite busy this month and gonna stay busy for the next two months too. It's hectic but I'm getting in there, and writing really do help me from coming out of my tiresome day

I hope everyone is safe and sound. The world has turned into a war zone and all of us are genuinely concerned for humanity. I wish all of this would end sooner and no more lives are sacrificed, no more tears. Praying for everyone's safety.

Hope you all enjoyed the update

Stay safe and healthy
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