#arthitkong

“I came to check on you. How’s studying for the exams going?” Arthit asked, trying to act nonchalantly as he walked in, taking a seat at the end of Kongpob’s bed while his boyfriend walked like a zombie back to his desk. Muttering something that made Arthit’s brow arch, Arthit didn’t bother to ask him to repeat himself as he took a look around the room. Normally Kongpob was a neat person and loved doing chores, but from what he could see, the younger boy hasn’t been doing any of said chores. Dirty clothes littered his floor along with empty plastic cups that looked exactly like the ones he was carrying in the picture Knot had sent Arthit. Biting his lip, Arthit let his gaze rise from the mess around him to look over Kongpob, taking in the way the junior’s shoulders seemed tense and how ruffled up his usually neat hair was, like Kongpob had threaded his fingers and pulled at his hair too much in the span of hours. Pushing himself off the bed, Arthit took a step closer to Kongpob and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, not minding the twitch as Kongpob slowly turned to look at him. “Kong, you look like a wreck. When was the last time you showered and ate? And...how long have you been living off these huge cups of coffee? It’s only been two days, when have you even slept?!”

“P’Arthit...sorry about the mess...I’ve been trying to cram as much as I can into my head before exams that I haven’t gotten a chance to really do anything but that,” Kong whispered, wincing slightly as Arthit voice raised and slowly turned into his hazer tone on accident. Shutting his mouth, Arthit took a deep breath through his nose and looked at the mess around them again, finally noticing the cups of iced coffee that Kongpob still hasn’t consumed, sitting a bit away from his notes. There were three left which meant that he only gulped down one in the time that Arthit got the text and arrived at his room. Squeezing his boyfriend’s shoulder, Arthit gently pulled Kong out of his desk chair, frowning when the younger boy didn’t fight like he normally would. Just how exhausted was he? “Where are you taking me, P’Arthit?”

“Go take a shower and take a break from studying. You’re just going to make yourself sick if you keep ignoring your needs, Kongpob. It’s not healthy to do what you’re doing, you deserve to sleep...but before that, please just...go shower,” Arthit practically begged, still keeping his strict tone of voice so that Kongpob would know that he was being serious and there was no room for an argument. Rubbing his tired eyes, Kongpob glanced back towards his desk where all his notes were strewed about before a hand on his face brought his attention back to Arthit, who was watching him with obvious concern. Letting out a heavy sigh as his shoulders sunk, Kongpob nodded softly and allowed Arthit to lead him towards the bathroom. Grabbing a towel from the rack, Kongpob folded it on the sink as he turned to face his boyfriend, who smiled slightly and moved to shut the door to give Kongpob some privacy. “Just don’t fall asleep in the shower! The last thing we need is to take you to the hospital for any injuries.”

Letting out a tired chuckle, Kongpob hummed in understanding and waited until the door was shut to remove his dirty clothes, throwing them in the hamper as he moved towards the shower, turning it on. Letting his hand feel the water’s temperature, Kongpob smiled slightly when it was nice and hot before he stepped in, letting the hot water soak over his shoulders and hair, taking a good amount of stress he felt in his form away. Inside the room, Arthit grabbed the leftover cups of coffee Kongpob had left and put them in the fridge, obviously not wanting the junior to drink any more than he already has. Searching through the cabinets, Arthit quickly found the garbage bags and took one, opening it up as he began to clean the floor of garbage. Finally clearing all the empty cups from Kongpob’s floor, Arthit could not believe it as he reached seven cups. How in the world did his boyfriend survive drinking this much coffee, good god?! Shaking the thought away, Arthit tied the bag shut and left it by the trash bin, making a mental note to take it out later for the younger boy. Gathering up all of the clothes Kong had littered around, Arthit tossed them in the empty hamper and sighed, placing his hands on his hips as the floor was finally clutter free, just in time for the bathroom door to open and a dripping Kongpob stalked out with a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his neck.

“P’...did you clean my room? You didn’t have to,” Kongpob mumbled out, vaguely realizing that his feet weren’t stepping on dirty clothes or kicking empty cups. Rolling his eyes, Arthit tried not to stare at the bare upper half of his boyfriend as Kong sluggishly moved towards his closet, opening it and pulling out a plain dark grey t-shirt. Slumping towards his dresser, Kongpob chose a pair of black boxer shorts before he turned his back to Arthit, stripping the towel around his waist as Arthit got a flash of his bare ass. Flushing brightly, Arthit squawked an ordered for Kongpob to hurry up and get dressed, causing sleepy giggles to rain free from the junior’s lips, turning his head around so he could see the way Arthit had his back to him, the blush that was filling his cheeks still being seen as it lit up the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slightly. Pulling on the shirt, Kongpob pulled on his boxers before he hummed out, nonverbally telling Arthit that it was okay to look now. Turning around slowly at first just in case it wasn’t and Kongpob was just messing with him, Arthit held back a sigh of relief when he saw that it was true. “Did you like what you saw, P’Arthit?”

“Kongpob!” Arthit growled out warningly, rolling his eyes when more snickers came out of Kong’s lips, the boy moving around him so he could put the towel that was on his waist back on the rack. Noticing the way Kongpob’s hair was still dripping wet, Arthit huffed and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist once he got back into the room, forcing him to sit on the floor in front of the bed as Arthit sat behind him, Kongpob encased by his legs as he pulled the towel from around his neck. Placing it on Kong’s head, Arthit kept his touch gentle as he began to ruffle his wet hair, drying it so that Kongpob didn’t have to use any of whatever energy he had left to do it himself. Closing his heavy eyes at the touch, Kongpob leaned back against Arthit’s legs and let out a sigh, feeling his whole body relaxing as Arthit took control. “Don’t sleep yet, your hair is almost dry and then you can get in bed.”

Nodding softly, Kongpob did his best to stay awake, his thoughts beginning to doze just as Arthit finished up and tossed the towel in the hamper, not bothering to hang it back on the rack in the bathroom. Squeezing Kongpob’s shoulders, Arthit gently shook him before he helped him up. Letting go so that Kongpob could slip into bed, Arthit pulled the blanket back and then covered his boyfriend up, tucking him in neatly as Kong stared up at him warmly. Frowning at the dark circles that were staining the skin under his eyes, Arthit reached out and gently cupped Kongpob’s face, softly tracing them with his thumb before he realized what he was doing and coughed, pulling his hand away only for it to be grabbed by Kongpob, who was looking at him like he was pleading.

“Can you please stay the night, P’Arthit?” Kong asked softly, his expression so hopeful that Arthit couldn’t find it in himself to deny the freshman. Letting out a soft sigh, Arthit nodded and rolled his eyes at the bright smile that grew across Kongpob’s face, letting his boyfriend go so that he could strip out of his Engineering vest, jeans and socks, leaving him just in his boxers and a plain black t-shirt. Throwing them so that they were hanging on Kongpob’s hamper, Arthit strolled around the bed as he noticed the desk, Kongpob’s notes still littered messily around it. Not saying a word as he watched Arthit organize his desk, Kongpob yawned and strained to keep his eyes open as his boyfriend finally finished and turned off the desk lamp, bathing the room into darkness as the only light that was filtering into the room was from the street lights outside his window. “P’Arthit?”

“I’m right here...I’m going to climb in now,” Arthit whispered as he slid into the bed, pulling the blanket up on him as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as he felt Kongpob shift closer. Biting back a protest that wanted to escape his lips as Kongpob pressed himself against him, Arthit sighed as his boyfriend placed his head on his chest, his ear right over his heart as an arm wrapped around his waist and their legs got tangled together under the blanket. Not bothering to correct him anymore, Arthit slowly threw his arm over Kongpob’s shoulder, pulling his boyfriend closer as he threaded his fingers through his still slightly damp hair. Shuddering at the act of affection he was receiving, Kongpob stifled a yawn into Arthit’s chest and closed his eyes, fisting the shirt from where his arm was on top of his boyfriend’s waist. Noticing the way that Kongpob was beginning to doze off, Arthit kept up with gently scratching his scalp and it wasn’t long until the junior was fast asleep, his breathing coming out in small puffs of air that fanned lightly across Arthit’s neck. Observing his boyfriend quietly, Arthit slowly arched down and pressed a soft kiss to Kongpob’s hair, pulling him closer as he moved his gaze back up to the ceiling. “You know...I’ve spent all my nights dreaming of you in my arms peacefully sleeping and here you are…”

Taking his face out of the blanket, Arthit sleepily glared at Kongpob, who was smiling that smile that made Arthit’s heart pound harder in his chest. Feeling his cheeks begin to grow warm, Arthit grumbled before he complied and scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Kongpob’s waist as he buried his face in his neck, taking in the scent of his boyfriend’s body wash that was clinging to his skin from a recent shower. Letting out a small sigh as he felt the comfort that he was too shy to initiate himself, Arthit slowly tangled their legs together and hid a smile when Kongpob brought him closer, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Pulling back a little so he could stare into Kongpob’s eyes, Arthit let his gaze fall towards his boyfriend’s lip before Kongpob caught the hint and leaned down. Pressing their lips together softly, Arthit let out a breath through his nose and closed his eyes, letting Kongpob control the kiss as it deepened somewhat. Feeling Kongpob’s hands brush through his hair as they settled near the back of his neck, Arthit let out a small groan when he was pulled closer before they finally pulled away to breathe, both of them panting as they kept their foreheads pressed together. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Arthit buried his flushing face back into Kongpob’s chest and hugged him close, shivering slightly when he felt his boyfriend’s nails scratching lightly at the fine hairs on the base of his neck. 

“I love you, P’Arthit,” Kongpob whispered as he pressed another kiss to Arthit’s hair, nuzzling his face there as he continued to scratch the back of his neck. Biting his lip, Arthit mumbled his reply, making Kongpob laugh and slowly push him away so they could make eye contact again. Swallowing down his embarrassment, Arthit met Kongpob’s gaze and felt a shy smile making its way onto his face. Pressing another soft kiss to his lips, Kongpob smiled before he raised his eyebrows. “Now, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you from the way your face was buried in my chest.”

Staring at his lover’s face as he tried to decide if Kongpob didn’t understand him or if he did, Arthit sighed and stared at a loose thread sticking out of the collar of Kongpob’s shirt. It was true that he was getting braver with their relationship, but saying those three words was always hard and Kongpob had a lot of patience that Arthit didn’t think he deserved. Taking in a deep breath, Arthit steeled his resolve before he let his eyes raise, taking in the soft smile Kongpob was giving him as he observed his boyfriend. Seeing the look of pure love in Kong’s eyes, Arthit felt his heart flutter and before he knew it, the words slipped out along with a soft loving smile of his own.