line conversations: right➡ Arthit left➡ kongpob
because a certain reader wants to see a jealous kongpob 😉
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"Do you have enough ingredients to cook?" Arthit asked. He had tried his best not look at Kongpob so much even though he really wanted to look his fill. He kept his eyes on the road just to have something to do.
Kongpob didn't think about that before the older pointed it out. "To the grocery first then. Any requests on what I should cook?"
Arthit thought about it carefully, not wanting to pressure Kongpob in cooking something complicated. "Chicken curry would be nice. I haven't had that one in a while." He decided. It was easy and yummy too.
"The spicy kind?
The older male turned his head to look and him and shok his head. "No. No matter how many times I try. I just can't handle spicy stuff." Arthit confessed.
"Can we also put potatoes?" He added.
"Sure. Whatever you want." It was unusual to put potatoes on thai chicken curry but Kongpob guessed that it wouldn't be so bad to have in the curry since it doesn't really change the taste of the recipe.
Before going to Kongpob's condo, they made a turn a couple of blocks away and stopped by at a nearby market to buy ingredients.
Arthit noticed that the vendors seem to know Kongpob well in the way they call him affectionately. Kongpob would even have a small chat with some of them before leaving.
"You cook a lot?" Arthit asked as Kongpob paid.
Kongpob nodded with a smile. "Yeah. I like to cook. You can say it's an inherent gene. My dad's a cook. He thought me most of the things I know. I would probably a chef if I wasn't a model and an actor."
They passed by the fruit section where Arthit saw a banana among other things. He could help the way his thoughts flowed and had him shaking his head as he laughed. A banana will never look the same again because of his friends.
"What's funny?" The male celebrity caught sight of his unusual behavior. It was so rare to see Arthit smiling so openly.
Arthit had become more comfortable with the male that he had forgotten about his usual shyness. He had also dropped a part of his facade, making him more approachable.
"It's just something that reminded me of my friends. It's hard to explain."
"I can relate to that. Just like pink milk reminds me of you." Kongpob playfully teased the older male.
Arthit narrowed his eyes at the playful celebrity as they were in public. He didn't expect the male would use his weakness for pink milk to tease him. "You are not allowed to use that on me."
"I'll remember for next time." Kongpob lightheartedly promised, leading the way back to his car.
A few minutes later, Kongpob parked his car and took half of the groceries. Arthit carried the other half . He would have offered to carry everything but the younger male refused to let go of his half.
Kongpob's unit was on the sixth floor in unit two. It was one of the closest units to the elevator which was convenient. Arthit was surprised to see that the celebrity's condo was smaller than he expected. It was a one bedroom unit that was enough for one person to live.
"Where should we put these?" Arthit raised the plastic bag he was holding, waiting for Kongpob's instructions.
"Just put it on the table. I'll get you something to change into. I know it's not comfortable spending the whole day in uniform. We kinda have the same size so I think it'll fit." Kongpob was already on his way to his room before Arthit could protest.
Arthit put the bags on the table as instructed. While waiting for Kongpob, he took this chance to look around of the male's house.
He was surprised that the way the younger was living, he would mistake him as a student. Arthit saw a lot of fan gifts like stuff toys on the living room here and there and some memorabilia. It really showed how much care Kongpob has for his fans.
In one corner, he also noticed a stack of what seemed to be a collection of albums. Arthit didn't open them, not wanting to invade the male's privacy. He felt he was already intruding too much by having his presence here.
"Here it is. You can change in the bathroom right over there." Kongpob handed him a white cotton shirt and a stretchy shorts that would probably fall onto his mid thigh.
He couldn't help but raise a brow at the shorts and look at the other male.
Kongpob sheepishly smiled and explained. "This is the only shorts I have that are comfortable and big enough for you."
Arthit looked at the small article and to his pants. It was certainly more comfortable than his uniform. "It's certainly more comfortable than what I am wearing. Thank you."
A couple of minutes later, Arthit came out of the bathroom wearing Kongpob's clothes. It took all of Arthit's willpower not to make any kind of reaction. But he was failing so much. His face was so red. He could smell Kongpob's natural scent on the clothes.
Arthit kept pulling the shorts down a little. Although he was used to wearing something so short at his dorm, it was weird to wear something like this in someone else's home.
He didn't see Kongpob in the living room and heard movements somewhere. He followed the sound and saw Kongpob, who had already changed his clothes (Dark gray shirt and black shorts) and was wearing an apron, preparing the ingredients. Not wanting to be a burden, he offered to help.
"Wear this first." Kongpob took it upon himself to help Arthit wear a blue apron. He deftly tied the apron to the man's back before he continued with the preparations.
Arthit didn't have the time to make any kind of reaction and just help the younger male. Since he wasn't skilled with the knife, he used a peeler to remove the skin from the potatoes. While doing so, he secretly watched how quick and flawless Kongpob was with chopping the ingredients. Really, a perfect husband material.
It was surreal. Doing domestic things with his idol felt like a dream- a dream he never dared of doing. It made his heart feel funny.
Kongpob was already finished chopping the other ingredients and Arthit was still in the middle of peeling the potatoes.
The younger male helped him and used a knife to peel the rest.
"You're really skilled." Arthit praised how skillfully Kongpob used the knife. If it was him, he might have already cut himself and peeled more than the skin.
"My skills comes with practice. I'm sure you'll get better with time."
It was at that moment that Arthit's phone suddenly rang. Arthit washed his hands and quickly answered his phone. But when he answered, the call did not come through. (err... I don't know how to write it. haha)
Weird. Arthit could only scratch his head in confusion.
"Who was calling?" Kongpob asked. He was already putting the garlic and onion in a small pot. The fragrant smell filled the room, making Arthit feel hungry.
"Maprang. You met her before." Arthit replied while putting away his phone.
"Did she tell you why she called?"
"She ended the call before I could even answer it." He shrugged.
There's that name again. Maprang.
Kongpob felt a painful tick on his right temple. He didn't know why the name didn't sit well on his heart.
The feeling was soon forgotten as he concentrated in cooking.
Arthit watched the young male show off his skills in cooking. He kind of envied and admired the guy for having so many talents.
This moment was a special for Arthit. He had the opportunity to see a side he had never expected to see. His heart felt so full. Content in watching the male's back as he cooked, he smiled knowing the younger male could not see.
Arthit was so happy and content but a knock on the door ruined it. He almost glared at the door.
"I'll get it." Arthit said quickly, letting Kongpob continue cooking.
The older male didn't bother to check through the peephole and just opened the door.
It was an unfamiliar male who Arthit had never seen with Kongpob. The guy had a clean cut on the sides and piercings on his ear. He looked as confused as Arthit.
"Uh... who are you?" Arthit was the first to ask.
"I'm Tew. A friend of Kong. Who are you?" The guy named Tew asked back. He looked at Arthit from top to bottom, seeing the male was wearing such comfy clothes.
"Arthit. Also a friend." Arthit replied.
"I've never seen you before. Are you a model or something?" As the fans have discussed in forums before, Kongpob had never hanged out with people not part of the industry.
Arthit was surprised to be mistaken as one. He shook his head. "No. I'm a college student."
"Kong. Someone called Tew is looking for you." Arthit called out to Kongpob.
"Tew? Come in. Was is it?" Kongpob shouted from his small kitchen.
Tew walked inside and put a shopping bag on top of Kongpob's small dining table. It was big enough for two people that the bag occupied half of it.
Arthit closed the door and stood awkwardly behind Tew. He had no clue where he should wait without being a disturbance.
"I had some clothes I want you to wear. I've cleared it with your manager." Tew said to his friend.
"Is it in black?"
Kongpob's visitor laughed. "You know me. I made sure to pick what suited your taste."
"Okay. Just a minute. I'll just cover this and then I'll take a look."
Tew then took another look at Arthit, making the male slightly uncomfortable.
"Are you really just a student? You can be a model. Your skin looks so good and you're not short. With a face like that, girls would be fawning over you."
Arthit couldn't say a word, shocked at how forward Tew was.
Luckily, Kongpob came to his rescue and lightly pat Tew's head.
"Please forgive my senseless friend. Tew is also an actor-slash-dancer and has a hobby for scouting for modelling agencies. He had scored me a gig or two."
"Hey what are friends are for if we don't help each other out. If it wasn't for this guy, I would have been stuck in a desk job which I would have hated." Tew grinned. It was obvious that Tew and Kongpob had history.
"Thanks for this."Kongpob looked satisfied at the clothes his friend brought. "Wanna have dinner with us? I cooked curry."
Tew then looked at Arthit before answering. He shook his head. "Nah... I seem to be disturbing your time together. Kongpob doesn't invite just anyone in his home so I think you're pretty special to him Arthit. Talk to you later Kong."
"Tew! Stop spouting nonsense." Kongpob clicked his tongue but Tew appeared unaffected.
Arthit coughed, surprised and embarrassed. His skin has also turned strangely pink.
The change on Arthit's skin had Tew grinning knowing that he made the right choice. He left after that.
Dinner was delicious. There wasn't anything bad Arthit could say about the male's cooking. It was simply good that he had eaten more than he should. He couldn't help but praise Kongpob- Kong numerous times. Nothing really beats home cooking.
"Man Kong this is simply the best curry I've ever tasted. Maybe besides my mother. She'll kill me if she heard this." Arthit chuckled. His normally blank expression had faded a bit.
Kongpob laughed, happy to hear the compliment. They both agreed to clean the table together and wash the plates. It actually had the two playing around with water as if they were children.
"Oi! Kong! That's my face!" Kong leaned away, his face wet from Arthit's attack.
Arthit playfully stuck out his tongue.
No one remembered who started the water splashing but at the end of it, they were both a mess.
Kongpob had to bring him another set of clothes and while waiting, he only closed his eyes but unknowingly fell asleep.
He wanted to knock his head to the wall. He had fallen asleep.
Arthit suddenly sat up. He checked the time and cursed loudly. It was 7:15 in the morning. He has a class at 7:30 and even if he leaves now, he would still arrive around nine.
He scrambled off the bed when he made a paused and properly looked at his surroundings. Arthit clearly remembered that he was on the sofa before he fell asleep.
"P' Arthit?" Kongpob groggily called out his name.
Arthit looked behind him and saw Kongpob sitting up from the bed. He then realized that he was sleeping in the SAME BED as Kongpob Suttiluck.
"Shit!" He exclaimed.
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ciao.