That time on Spaces (Completed)

That time on Spaces

He plays some games with his fans and Arthit is disappointed that his ticket number doesn't get called. But then, just as they've announced it is the last song, Kongpob stands centre stage and says, "I want to dedicate this to my incredible fans. You are so very special to me and especially to my Twitter fans who keep the fandom going and say the nicest things! As I said in my most recent interview, I'm so pleased you think that I'm just a regular guy you could enjoy coffee with.. so, I hope that one lucky fan wants to do that with me soon? Let's pick a winner."

The crowd goes utterly wild as a box is brought on full of white papers. Kongpob reaches a hand in and swirls them all around before pulling one out.

"Ticket 206? Are you there?"

Arthit's jaw has dropped as he stares down at the ticket in his hand. His number is burning itself across his eyelids as he slowly raises a hand and the people around him jostle him and help him to make his way down the row to the stage.

Once he's up there, Kongpob catches his eye and winks and the crowd goes even more insane!

He's brought to the side of the stage while Kongpob sings his last song and then the actor is standing in front of him, a little sweaty, a little hoarse, but pretty much perfect in every way.

"Arthit?" He asks and Arthit finds himself nodding in disbelief. "I'm so glad you came." Kongpob continues, "But I can hardly believe you won this!"

Arthit frowns as he eyes up his idol, "You mean you didn't rig this so I'd win?"

Kongpob shakes his head firmly, "No way! I wouldn't ever do that, look, come here and I'll show you the box."

He reaches out a hand and their skin touches and Arthit feels like his knees are going to give way but he manages to shuffle after him until they're beside the box from before. Then Kongpob reaches in and drags out a handful of the papers, showing him the numbers printed neatly on each one.

"So, if you didn't plan this, then what is this?" Arthit says weakly as he looks at them all scattered around him like confetti at a wedding.

Kongpob's smile almost splits his face in half, "Fate, Arthit. I call this fate!"

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Their coffee date is on a Tuesday.

Dinner happens the following Saturday at a secluded restaurant that Kongpob knows well.

The following Friday, Arthit ends up at another of Kongpob's fan meets, this time watching from backstage.

Then by the end of the month, he's joining him on a quick weekend in Phuket for a special event where he doesn't just stay backstage, but joins in with the other fans and catches Kongpob's eye every now and again, and each time the actor winks and raises an eyebrow.

They share a room at the resort and although it's all new to them, they curl up together in the giant king sized bed and snuggle and Kongpob kisses his forehead lightly after checking if it's okay.

By the third month, Arthit spends his weekends at Kongpob's when he's free, cooking together, lazing around and watching films, playing with Kongpob's cats and catching up on each other's lives. At night they do more than just curl up, exchanging heated kisses, long and languorous touches in Kongpob's bed and spend hours enjoying being wrapped in each other's embrace.

After five months, their families know and they are each as welcome in the other's childhood homes as they are in their own. Their parents have become close friends and there are family dinners that sometimes interrupt their weekends, although they don't mind so much.