Arthit wasn't into social media all that much but when he started getting notifications of picture tags and comments, he couldn't help but be curious. He had some time to wait till Kongpop gets to him from the other end of campus so he takes out his phone, thumb quickly unlocking and pressing on little blue app.
The very first picture tag in his notification had him in a frown. He didn't even realise that he was glaring at his innocent phone as he hisses at one of the two people on the picture
He gasps as he taps on the next notification. What in the world was this?!! What was P'Dear doing? And with Kongpop! Wait what? How? What?!!!
Third notification had him swearing out loud. He didn't even know what to make out of it. He's mind really couldn't comprehend it all. "Why was Kongpop acting all cute with him? Holding onto his lapel like that and letting him get all up in his personal space?"
He wasn't even like that with him. He was a gentleman, caring and considerate, loving and gentle....Wait...this wasn't about that. This was about those damn pictures!
The next few notifications aren't any better. In fact it becomes progressively worse. But nothing had prepared him for the last one.
"P'Tum too!! Doesn't he even have a wife?!! What the hell was this! Why was he getting close to my man," Arthit growls as he almost throws his phone onto the paved street.
His chest feels constricted and his heart literally hurt. He felt as though he couldn't even breathe. He never says it out loud but Kongpop had affected him more than anyone else ever and he loves him. He doesn't want to lose him but he refuses to be in a relationship where he has to share.
Arthit glares at phone again, the screen still on the last picture and the urge to throw his phone rises again. Instead he chooses to call the culprit of his heartache.
"P!" The bright chirp only fuels his anger more.
"P'Arthit?" The confused, but soft call of his name when Arthit doesnt answer lifts a bit of the red haze over Arthit's mind and he shakes his head, trying to gain some control of his anger.
"You! What the hell do you think you are doing? If you aren't 100% into this relationship then you first tell me before you go flirting with other men!" Arthit growls, but there is an adorable quality about his sulky voice.
"P-"
"Don't you P' me! I have all the proof. I've seen it so don't you dare tell me lies!"
"P it's not what you-"
"Oh? Then what the hell is up with all those pictures on Facebook? And all those guys are shameless enough to tag me? What the fuck Kong? I did not expect that from you or from them but mostly you! If this is how it's going to be then we should go our separ-"
"Arthit!" The loud pronouncement of his name has Arthit stopping his angry rant. Especially since it was louder than it should be. Obviously Kongpop had arrived. Arthit takes a deep breath, and holds for a few seconds before releasing it.
"
Do you know what date it is today?" Kongpop asks as he slides in next to Arthit, sad eyes taking in the turned reddened cheeks, angry eyes and pouting lips. How he loved his Arthit.... Even if he tried he could never cheat on him. It would break his heart before he could break his Arthit's.
Arthit frowns, mind searching as to what the date could possibly have to do with their argument.
"It's April 1st P'...." Kongpop almost whispers as he moves even closer, reaching up and caressing his P'Arthit's cheek, coaxing his head up so that finally he could look into the beautiful eyes that never fails to captivate him.
Arthit blinks rapidly, mind whirling with realisation. He should have known. He really should have. "The P's just wanted to tease you. I-I didn't want to....but they are my seniors and I had to listen. I really really wanted to tell you but P'Prem and P'Tum forbade me to." Kongpop explains, his eyes glimmering of sincerity, and arms sliding around Arthit for a hug right there in the middle of the university campus.
"P'Arthit...you should know that I only have you."
There are wolf whistles from the instigating trolls and hollers for a kiss but Arthit doesnt really care right now. He just knows that he can breathe again and the pain in his chest was the sweet kind now.
Arthit ignores them all, his arms sliding around Kongpop's torso, returning the hug tightly.
'As long as Kongpop was his, he didn't need anything else in world,' Arthit believes