Becoming Daddy To Baby Oon

Chapter 3

AN: Enjoy!

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The bell had rung and all the students had already left the class. Kongpob and Knott were waiting, though, as the hazer team had not yet exited the classroom, probably wanting to avoid the crowd. With Arthit being a Little, it was better to stay away from unnecessary onlookers.

The corridor was almost empty, Kongpob saw Prem and Bright coming out of the classroom with Arthit tightly held between them. Tutah made up the rear and was clutching not only his but also what the freshman assumed must be P'Arthit's bag and other items. Kongpob observed that Arthit's face was flushed and his eyes were puffy and red. There was an immediate pinch at the young man's chest at seeing that his lover was clearly upset and had been crying. But upon seeing Kongpob standing there, Arthit's eyes lit up instantly. He made to run towards him but couldn't as his friends were holding him and he called out loudly, "Dad..." He could not finish what he was saying though as Bright covered his mouth, lest someone should hear the head-hazer.

Kongpob rushed ahead and reached Arthit. He Waiied more for the show, as he whispered, "Baby Oon, Daddy's here okay? But right now, daddy needs his baby to act like a big boy and not speak anything until we are inside P'Knott's car. Do you understand?"

Arthit, whose mouth was still covered, nodded, eyes wide. "Good. P'Bright is going to take his hand off now, but Baby Oon will not speak, okay?" When Arthit nodded again, Kongpob gave a glance to Bright who took his hand back. Baby Oon instinctively made to talk but when Kongpob 'Shhshed' him a finger on his lips, he pouted. Kongpob felt his heart flutter at how cute his boyfriend looked, his pink lips pouting and the dimple on his cheek. Even when he had been crying, Arthit managed to look so adorable that the freshman couldn't help but smile. He realized all he wanted to do at this moment was to kiss the man in front of senseless. Tutah was the one who noticed the look on Kongpob's face. He smirked as he nudged the younger man, whispered, "Focus Nong, not the time you know?" Konpob flushed but didn't say anything as all of them started walking towards the parking area.

"Daddy, you came for Baby Oon..." Arthit, who was sitting in the back of the car with Kongpob, said as he clung tightly to the younger man and snuggled into his chest. While Knott was driving, Prem had occupied the passenger seat and Tutah and Bright were to follow after grabbing food for everyone. The freshman caressed Arthit's hair, "Of course baby. I will always be here when you need me na?"

"Sho..Daddy no angry at Baby Oon?" Kongpob's head snapped and he turned Arthit to look straight into his eyes. The question surprised the younger man and he, for a moment, did not know how to respond. Kongpob was doing his best to follow everything that Knott had told him regarding how to handle Arthit when he's a Little, but it was still difficult.

The silence stretched and just when Knott thought he would have to intervene, Kongpob spoke, "No baby. Why would Daddy be angry at you? You are my Baby Oon, right? In fact, my baby has been such a good boy that Daddy thinks he deserves his pink-milk as a reward. Baby Oon behaved so well until we reached the car, right?"

Arthit's eyes lit up immediately and he jump hugged Kongpob with both hands around his neck. " 'Eally?? Tank you Daddy. Babby Oon happy!" Arthit then placed a big sloppy wet kiss on Kongpob's cheek and the other two men couldn't help but chuckle at the stunned look on freshman's face. Kongpob then pried Arthit off, afraid of his body's reaction to the elder man's closeness. He didn't know how he was going to control himself when they reached Arthit's dorm. Kongpob kept on telling himself that Arthit was currently thinking like a four-year-old toddler and that seemed to help some.

Pursing his lips to stop grinning, Prem said, "I will text Tutah to get the pinkmilk."

"Yay! Pempem is best!" The other three men chuckled at Arthit's child-like declaration.

Prem couldn't help but tease though, "But still, Baby Oon never kiss Pempem like that ever. So what? Only Kongpob gets baby's kisses is it?" The freshman flushed red, embarrassed at that. Secretly he was also pleased to know that Arthit didn't go kissing his friends on the cheek. If that would be the case, Kongpob was sure he would explode with red jealousy.

Arthit sulked, "Pempem no my Daddy. My Daddy only Kong." That was it. Knott and Prem burst out laughing, even as Kongpob grinned.

The tension from the unexpected incident was broken and now the priority was just Arthit's safety. Arthit like this was too cute and adorable and Kongpob felt butterflies in his stomach at his actions. The younger man felt his heart doing summersaults at the most innocent of touches from Baby Oon. In this short time, Kongpong had felt a series of different emotions and it was really a challenge to keep them in check. At this point, all he wanted to do was wrap Arthit in the softest of blankets and lock him in a safe place, so nothing could harm him in any way.

They would stay atthe head-hazers dorm until Arthit is back to himself. The friends also knewthat if Arthit is still in little space they might have to skip classes thenext day. Kongpob and Arthit both would have to miss classes either way becauseonce the older man came out of the space, he will be mentally and physically exhausted.The freshman knew he would have to take care of Arthit and also they would havea lot to talk about. What Kongpob was worried about was what triggered his Phiitoday. He would have to slowly pry that information out of the head-hazer andmake sure that whatever had distressed the man so much, was taken care of.Kongpob only wished it was something he could actually handle and not somethingout of their control.

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AN: The next chapter will come out soon! Stay tuned! I know there are no clues, but any ideas on what could have upset Arthit?