Arthit•Kongpob - Other Worlds -

1. On Some Days

Arthit is NOT an early bird but on some days, there is a certain someone who makes his mornings much much better.  (✿' ꒳ ' )

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Arthit is now a working adult. He has to wake up as early as 5:30 every morning, from Monday to Friday. He cannot afford to sleep longer, lest he should miss the 7:15 train that takes him to the nearest station from his office building - which is within another 20 minutes walking distance.

It's already been over half a year since he started his job so he should have gotten used to this routine by now. Except, he is still NOT a morning person, he is still grumpy and slow and he always wants to sleep "5 more minutes", which  he ends up regretting every time.

Lucky for him, on some days, there is a certain someone who makes sure he doesn't oversleep. Someone who wakes him up with soft kisses, helps him get out of bed and into the shower, dries his hair for him, buys him his favorite food for breakfast.

This is one of those days. The only bad part is that it's a rainy, gloomy day and Arthit is sporting an ugly headache. The cause might be the weather itself, what with the low atmospheric pressure in the air, or he might be coming down with a cold - all the overtime work in the past weeks may have finally taken a toll on him.

Even the alarm of his phone sounds too loud for his ears and makes his temples thud. He groans and buries his head  under the blanket. The next second, a warm hand sneaks its way over his chest from behind and an equally warm breath tickles his neck.

"It's time to wake up, P'."

He KNOWS but he doesn't have the energy to. He chooses instead to hide his face under the pillow and hopes he has gotten his point across.

However, this only brings upon himself a ruthless attack of tickles to his sides.  The thing is... he wouldn't necessarily mind it if it were a different occasion. Today though, he really REALLY isn't in the mood.

"Kongpob!!!" he spits out, sitting up. The sudden move makes him dizzy and he feels as though a thousand nails are being hammered into his skull, all at the same time.

"Ah, shit! My head ..."

Kongpob is kneeling next to him, blinking in confusion. He touches his arm lightly, eyes filled with concern.

"P', are you alright? What's wrong?" he asks.

Arthit then regrets having shouted like that so he holds Kongpob's hand in his own, smiles apologetically.

"Sorry, I just ... have a really bad headache. I think I am going to call in sick." he explains.

Kongpob touches his forehead to check for a fever, then climbs out of bed to look for medicine. Arthit watches him fondly as he returns next to him, handing pills and a glass of water. He swallows the pain killers not caring to eat something first and lays back down, reaching for the phone on top of the nightstand to check the time: it's still too early to call the office.

Kongpob mimics him and glances at his wrist watch. There is still plenty of time left before he needs to go to class. And while Arthit plans on going back to sleep for another hour or so, his junior seems to have something completely different on his mind, despite the situation.

He lays next to his P', reaching to brush some stray hairs from the latter's face. Arthit looks up at him with wide, questioning eyes. Kongpob then leans in for a kiss, but his lips make contact with the back of Arthit's hand instead. Such a tease!!!

"No!!! I didn't brush my teeth yet!" Arthit mumbles in protest, eyes telling a completely different story.

"I don't mind if you don't mind."

And because Kongpob almost always gets his way, he doesn't wait for a proper permission, instead dipping his head to capture Arthit's lower lip in between his own. As expected, Arthit breaks the kiss too soon for his liking, turning his head to the side.

"Hey, I'm a sick man! What do you think you're doing?" He doesn't sound the least bit upset, though. It's one of those days when he is playing hard to get.

"I thought my kiss would help the pain killers kick in faster. " Kongpob replies, an all-too-familiar, mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Arthit stops him from leaning in once more, by laying his palms flat against his junior's chest.

"No! Let me get some rest, will you!"

"Come on, P' Arthit, just one more time." Kongpob pleads, swallowing the other's answer into his mouth, as they lock lips again.

Arthit lets out a small sound of disapproval, which only makes Kongpob deepen the kiss even more. He forgets his headache for a second and he slowly melts into the younger one's touch. He sometimes hates himself for giving in so easily, but there is something about this boy ...

However, as much as he enjoys the moment, Arthit knows he should stop it before things get too "heated up". If only today was the weekend...

"Kong, please ... stop..." he says, halfheartedly pulling away from the one on top of him.

They're both out of breath and Arthit's headache is back, worse than before, his face and neck hot. Maybe he has caught a cold, after all.  Kongpob stares at his lips for a good 10 seconds, looking like he is about to ignore his request and just kiss him again. Instead, he brushes his fingers over Arthit's forehead, the side of his neck, down to his collarbone.

"You definitely have a fever. Maybe I should take you to the doctor. I don't think I have any cold medicine in my room" he muses, genuinely worried.

"Sure, I could have a fever, or it could also be YOUR fault, have you considered that?" Arthit retorts.

He soaks in the rare sight of a flustered Kongpob with cheeks tinted a dark pink. He got the reaction he wanted and he feels proud of himself.

"You should eat breakfast and then get ready to go to school. I don't want you to be late because of me." he adds, with a more serious tone. "I wanna sleep some more before I call work."

Kongpob complies, with no more words.

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Lulled by the pitter-patter of the rain against the windows,  Arthit is dozing off again when Kong wakes him up with a peck on his temple.

"I'm off to school. Please try to eat something. I put the food in the fridge. I'll stop by the drug store on my way back so I can buy you cold medicine. Get a good rest."

And then he hungs his backpack over one shoulder, takes an umbrella from the stand near the entrance and he's out the door.

Arthit turns in bed, slides towards the side where Kong usually sleeps and hugs the blankets and pillow, breathing in the familiar scent, letting it fill his lungs.

He is lucky that on some days, like today, a certain someone is able to make him forget even the nastiest of headaches with just a couple of kisses. It's the days he sleeps over at his boyfriend's that he enjoys the most.

THE END