Three years had gone, and Arthur and Nick had built a life together—one that was solid, unbreakable, and full of love. Their narrative had been one of suffering, grief, and redemption, but in the end, they had found their way back to each other. Now, nothing and no one could break them again.
Their home was a testimony to everything they had worked for. A huge, modern house lay in a peaceful portion of Bangkok, where the city lights still sparkled in the background, but the turmoil felt far away. The walls were covered with Arthur's paintings—his emotions recorded in strokes of color, each item a remembrance of their voyage. The studio he had always dreamed of was now a reality, filled with canvases and incomplete works, each waiting for his touch.
Nick, on the other hand, had developed his own commercial empire. What had started as a little startup had evolved into a successful firm, and he felt proud of what he had achieved. But no matter how busy he got, he always made time for Arthur. Their love was their basis, and they both realized that nothing mattered more than each other.
Every two weeks, they visited their parents, keeping their families close despite their hectic lives. Their love had not just been about the two of them—it had extended to others who had always supported them.
Yet, despite the obligations of adulthood, nothing between them had changed. They were still Arthur and Nick—the same boys who had fallen in love all those years ago, except now they were adults who understood exactly what they wanted.
And what they wanted was each other.
The morning sun poured through the drapes, throwing a pleasant glow over the bedroom. Arthur stirred, feeling the familiar weight of Nick's arm stretched across his waist. He grinned sleepily, turning to face Nick, who was still half-asleep, his dark hair unkempt, lips slightly parted.
Arthur stroked his fingers along Nick's jaw, appreciating the way his skin felt beneath his touch.
Nick's eyelids flickered open, and a gentle smile stretched across his lips. "Good morning, love," he muttered, his voice still heavy with sleep.
"Morning," Arthur said, moving in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
Nick tightened his hold, flipping Arthur onto his back, and hovered over him. "You woke me up," he mocked.
"You weren't really sleeping," Arthur answered with a grin.
Nick hummed in agreement, putting a kiss on Arthur's exposed shoulder. "And if I was? "
Arthur threw his arms around Nick's neck, tugging him down until their noses met. "Then I'd just have to make it up to you."
Nick chuckled, bringing their foreheads together. "I like the sound of that."
What started as a sweet kiss soon turned deeper, their bodies pressing together in a way that felt both familiar and electric. Even after all these years, Arthur still got the same excitement whenever Nick touched him.
Their love had never dimmed—it had just grown stronger.
Their days were filled with both work and love, a wonderful balance of responsibility and closeness.
Arthur spent his mornings in his art studio, working on new pieces for an upcoming gallery exhibition. Nick, on the other hand, fielded business calls from his office at home, running his company with the same dedication that had always defined him.
But no matter how busy they were, they always found time for each other.
In the evenings, they cooked together, moving about the kitchen in perfect harmony. Arthur chopped veggies while Nick stirred the soup, their discussions flowing effortlessly.
"Pim and Mia want us to come over this weekend," Arthur added, tasting the soup Nick was cooking. "They're planning something special."
Nick lifted an eyebrow. "Another double date? "
Arthur smirked. "More like an excuse to brag about how in love they are."
Nick chuckled. "Sounds familiar."
Arthur feigned outrage. "Are you saying we're like them? "
Nick pulled him close, pressing his lips against Arthur's ear. "We're worse," he muttered, his voice mocking.
Arthur laughed, swatting his chest playfully. "Just finish cooking, Mr. CEO."
Nick merely smirked, kissing him once before returning to the kitchen.
After supper, they showered together, something they had done since their university days. The warm water cascaded over their bodies as they moved in perfect rhythm, bathing each other with compassion that never faded.
Nick lathered soap over Arthur's back, planting delicate kisses along his shoulder. Arthur sighed, leaning into his touch.
"You still make me weak, you know that? " Nick murmured, his voice husky.
Arthur turned, laying a hand to Nick's cheek. "You make me feel safe," he said.
Nick kissed him then—slow, deep, and filled with everything words couldn't express.
Their nights were always filled with intensity, but it wasn't just about physical desire. It was about love, trust, and the unbreakable tie they had formed. Every touch, every kiss, every murmured "I love you" was a pledge that they would never let go.
As they lay in bed later that night, Arthur cuddled into Nick's chest, listening to the steady cadence of his heartbeat.
"Do you ever think about how far we've come? " Arthur asked softly.
Nick stroked his fingers through Arthur's hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "All the time," he said. "I almost lost you once. I don't ever want to go through that again."
Arthur lifted his head, meeting Nick's gaze. "You won't," he vowed. "We're forever, Nick."
Nick smiled, cradling Arthur's face. "Yeah," he muttered. "Forever."
And as they held each other under the soothing glow of the moonlight, they realized that no matter what the future brought, they would always have each other.
Because their love was unbreakable
because in the end, it was always Arthur and Nick