Arthit said he needed a change of scenery, something to stir the muse within him. He left that afternoon with his notebook, his earbuds, and a vague promise that he'd be driving around to find inspiration for his next song.
Daotok, meanwhile, had a full day of classes. By the time the sky began to dim into warm evening hues, he was finally free. He stopped by the pet store on his way home, humming softly as he picked out a new cat teaser toy and a packet of Khun Jeon's favorite treats.
Today wasn't just any ordinary day—it marked the anniversary of the day he'd first met Khun Jeon, the tiny stray kitten who had stolen his heart and never given it back.
With a smile on his lips and his arms full, Daotok returned to his condo, ready to celebrate the small, personal milestone. But when he reached the door, he paused. His hand hovered mid-air as he reached for his keycard, realizing something was off.
The door was slightly ajar.
A chill crept up his spine.
"Arthit?" he called, gently pushing the door open. "Are you back already?"
Silence greeted him.
A knot of worry formed in his chest. He stepped inside cautiously, eyes scanning the condo. Nothing looked out of place—no mess, no signs of a break-in. But then his gaze darted around the living room and kitchen...
something was missing.
Khun Jeon.
He dropped the bag of cat treats on the table and began calling out, panic rising with every unanswered plea. "Khun Jeon? Khun Jeon!" He checked under the bed, inside the bathroom, behind curtains—anywhere a curious black cat might hide.
Nothing.
With trembling fingers, Daotok called Arthit. It took a few rings before he answered.
"Did you take Khun Jeon with you?" Daotok asked without greeting.
"No? Why?"
"He's gone."
"What?!"
"The door was open when I got back. Nothing's missing... except him. Did you lock the door when you left?"
There was a long pause, followed by a muttered, "Shit... I—I don't remember."
Daotok's heart sank. "So you probably didn't. I'm going to look for him now."
"Wait—calm down. I'll head back right away—"
He hung up before Arthit could finish. He grabbed his essentials—phone, wallet, keys—and dashed out. The elevator ride felt endless.
He made straight for the security guard station and requested the CCTV footage. His heart twisted as the screen confirmed what he feared: a sleek black cat had slipped through the slightly open door and wandered out of the building.
Fear consumed him.
Khun Jeon didn't know the area. What if he was hurt? What if someone mistreated him or—Daotok's throat tightened—what if someone had taken him for food? A ridiculous, horrifying thought, but his panicked mind conjured every worst-case scenario.
He had raised Khun Jeon from a scrawny, malnourished kitten into the spoiled, round furball he adored. He couldn't lose him now.
He mounted his motorbike, Patcharaman, and began scouring the neighborhood. He drove slowly, eyes darting from alley to alley, calling out his cat's name. He stopped by a food stall and asked the vendor if they'd seen a black cat, but they hadn't.
Desperate, he turned down a grimy alley. Near a pile of trash, a group of stray dogs was tearing into something.
His stomach dropped.
"No... Please, no."
He parked and crept closer, fear bubbling in his chest. But as he got a clearer view, relief washed over him. It was only food scraps. The dogs, however, didn't appreciate his presence. They growled and lunged, teeth bared. He turned and sprinted back to Patcharaman, jumping on just as they started chasing him.
"Please leave me alone," he muttered breathlessly, glancing over his shoulder. He didn't stop until he'd lost them.
Then his phone rang.
He snatched it up, praying for a miracle, but it was just Arthit again.
"Any luck?" Arthit asked.
"Not yet," Daotok replied, frustration laced in every word.
"Looks like it's going to rain. Be careful, okay?"
"Yeah." He glanced up. The clouds had thickened ominously. "I'm going to keep looking."
They ended the call, and Daotok pushed on, exhaustion and desperation weighing heavily on him. The tears threatened to spill. Today was supposed to be a celebration.
Instead, it had turned into a nightmare.
A second call came, this time from an unknown number. He pulled over quickly.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this the owner of a black cat named Khajornsak? I found your number on the collar."
Daotok nearly cried. "Yes! That's me! Where is he? Is he okay?"
"We're taking him to a small animal clinic nearby. Looks like he was bitten by a dog."His heart dropped again. "Is it serious?"
"There's a wound on his back leg, but the vet says it's not too severe."
"I'll be there right away. Thank you so, so much."
The trip to the clinic felt endless. When he arrived, he rushed inside and spotted two women in the waiting area.
"Excuse me, did you find my cat?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yes," one of them smiled. "He's being looked at now."
"Thank you. Really, thank you. I don't know what I would've done if—"
"It's okay. He was being chased by dogs when he ran into our neighborhood. We saw the collar and brought him here."
"You have no idea how much this means to me."
They smiled kindly and excused themselves, wanting to get home before the rain.
After what felt like an eternity, a vet emerged with Khun Jeon wrapped in a towel. His back leg was bandaged, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, but he was alive.
Daotok listened carefully to the care instructions, paid the fees, and even bought a carrier on the spot. He placed Khun Jeon inside, heart finally steadying, and rode home through the misty drizzle just before the storm broke.
Outside the condo, Arthit was waiting, his phone still pressed to his ear. The moment he spotted Daotok, he rushed over.
"Why didn't you answer my call?"
"I was riding," Daotok said coldly, not even looking at him. He headed straight to the elevator.
"Is he okay? What happened?"
No answer.
"Hey, talk to me. Don't give me the silent treatment."
Daotok opened the door and set the carrier down gently. He lifted Khun Jeon out and laid him on the bed.
"Is he hurt?" Arthit asked, voice softer.
"Yes," Daotok said flatly. "He got bitten."
"Which dog? I'll go bite it back."
"I don't know," he said without humor. "But it's your fault for not locking the door."
"I didn't mean to forget!"
"But you did . That's the point."
"Alright, fine—I admit it. I messed up. I'm sorry, okay? I freaked out too when you told me. I rushed back as fast as I could."
Daotok didn't respond. He placed Khun Jeon on his favorite pillow and walked into the kitchen to start dinner.
"Wow," Arthit tried to joke. "Even when you're mad, you still cook for me. You're the perfect boyfriend."
"Not anymore."
"Hey, I was just kidding! Please... I'm starving."
"Be quiet."
"I can't. I hate this silence. I hate knowing you're mad at me."
"I'll get over it myself. I just need time."
"But that's not fair! I do care. I was just careless, not heartless."
"You forgot to lock the door. Anything could've happened. What if something else got stolen? What if Khun Jeon had died ?"
Arthit's voice cracked slightly. "I know. And I hate myself for it already."
Daotok turned to him at last, expression weary. "Then remember how this feels. So you never do it again."
"I said I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I'll tattoo it on my forehead if I have to, so I'll never forget!" Arthit exclaimed dramatically, throwing his arms in the air like a stage actor begging for forgiveness.
Daotok let out a long, exhausted sigh, setting the spatula down on the counter. Even in serious moments, Arthit never failed to turn everything into a joke. It was infuriating... and, somehow, a little endearing.
He strode over and yanked Arthit down by the ear until their faces were level.
"Still being cheeky, huh?" Daotok asked, voice flat.
"Ow, ow! I'm not!"
"So what, sarcastic now?"
"No, I'm serious! I meant it!"
"Right. Because saying you'll tattoo it on your forehead is clearly a heartfelt apology."
"What the hell, man!" Arthit groaned, squirming.
"You're unbelievable. Instead of being quiet like I asked, you're making me even angrier." Daotok scowled, releasing him. "Sit. And don't say another word."
Grumbling, Arthit shuffled to the dining table and sat down with a dramatic sigh, his shoulders slumping like a child sent to the corner.
Daotok turned back to the stove, trying to focus on dinner and push down the irritation still simmering in his chest. Just as he reached for a ladle, the rhythmic tapping of fingers against the wooden table broke through his thoughts.
He turned his head slowly. "I said be quiet."
"I am being quiet," Arthit shot back. "I didn't say anything!"
"Tapping the table doesn't count as quiet. Hold your ears."
"Why?"
"So your hands don't wander."
"This is ridiculous," Arthit muttered, but obeyed. With his elbows planted on the table and his hands clamped over his ears, he looked like a sulky schoolboy mid-detention.
Despite everything, the sight made Daotok fight back a small smirk.
When dinner was finally ready, Daotok plated the food and brought it over.
"You can put your hands down now. Eat."
"Okay!" Arthit said quickly, jumping at the opportunity.
They ate mostly in silence—well, Daotok did. Arthit, as always, couldn't stop running his mouth. Daotok let him talk this time, focusing instead on chewing slowly and pushing down the remnants of his irritation. After dinner, they moved to the sink to wash dishes together like they always did.
"Is the wound bad?" Arthit asked.
"I don't know. I haven't looked."
"Well, it didn't seem that bad. Probably doesn't even hurt."
"Don't assume," Daotok muttered. "You weren't the one who got bitten."
"And how would you know it hurts? You're not him either."
Daotok slowly turned his head. "Being sarcastic again?"
"Nope. Just sharing my opinion."
"Today, you don't have the right to share opinions."
"What does that even mean?" Arthit grumbled under his breath, rinsing a bowl with unnecessary force.
After the dishes were stacked neatly to dry, Daotok turned away. "I'm going to shower."
"Hey, can I join you?" Arthit asked, grinning as he leaned against the counter.
"No."
"Come on. The idea of you showering alone feels... wrong."
"Sit down."
"What?"
"Kneel."
"Why?"
"Just kneel."
Muttering, Arthit dropped to his knees with the sulkiest expression imaginable. "This is so dumb. What now?"
"You're going to sit there and reflect until I'm finished. Don't move."
"At least let me sit in the bathroom! I want to watch you shower!"
Daotok paused mid-step. "Are you sure?"
"Why not?"
"Because you'll only be allowed to watch."
Arthit blinked, frowning as if his brain was buffering the implication.
"I'm serious," Daotok said, already walking off. "If you move from there, I won't forgive you."
"Fine, fine," came the grumble from behind as Daotok entered the bathroom with his change of clothes.
The hot water was a balm to his nerves, washing away the long, frustrating day. By the time he stepped out, towel draped around his neck, he found Arthit still kneeling in the same spot with a look of exhaustion.
"You tired yet?" Daotok asked casually.
"Not at all," Arthit said, attempting a shrug.
"Great. Another hour then."
"No way! This is already embarrassing enough. I look pathetic!"
"Raise your arms."
"What? Why?"
"Just do it."
Groaning, Arthit lifted both arms.
"Higher. Straighten them."
"This is torture. I look like I'm being punished by a teacher."
"You are."
"Didn't your school ever make you do this?"
"No. At my school, if you misbehaved, the teacher would just shoot you,"
Daotok replied dryly as he went to hang up his towel.
"That's a bit extreme," Arthit muttered.
Daotok took a detour to check on Khun Jeon who was curled up peacefully in his bed, a neat bandage covering the small bite wound. Daotok bent down with a soft smile.
"You're so brave," he whispered, gently petting the feline. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Back in the living room, Arthit groaned again. "How much longer do I have to do this? I'm sweaty and sore."
"Until I forgive you."
"You're still not there yet?"
"Nope."
Daotok sat down with his laptop and hooked it up to the TV.
"Can I watch too?" Arthit asked.
"You can turn to face the TV. But don't move otherwise."
Arthit slowly rotated, trying to maintain the awkward position without toppling over. The result looked ridiculous, and Daotok didn't bother hiding his grin.
Then his phone buzzed.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Is P'Arthit with you?" North's voice came through the speaker.
"Yeah, why?"
"He called me earlier but didn't answer when I tried calling back."
Daotok put the call on speaker. "Arthit, what's going on?"
"I lost the cat. I was going to ask North to help search."
"Did you find him?"
"Yeah."
"Great. So, are you free to play games now?"
"I can't move."
"Huh?"
"Stop asking questions, you idiot," Arthit snapped.
"Hey North," Daotok said, grinning, "want to see something funny?"
"No," Arthit protested immediately.
But Daotok had already turned on the camera, snapped a photo of Arthit kneeling with arms raised, and sent it.
A second later, North burst into loud laughter. "OH MY GOD. What is this?
Are you being punished? You've lost all dignity!"
"Stop laughing!" Arthit barked.
"Hey P'Joe! Come see this!" North called out. Johan's laughter soon joined.
"This is cruel," Arthit groaned. "I'm being cyberbullied."
"What did he do?" North asked between laughs.
"He forgot to lock the door. Khun Jeon got out and got bitten. And today's my anniversary with Khun Jeon."
"Yeah, he deserved that. What kind of moron forgets something that basic?"
"Damn it, North!" Arthit cried. "And don't you dare post that picture."
"Too late. I was just about to put it on my story."
"I'll pay you. Don't post it!"
"Three thousand baht and I'll delete it."
"You're so cheap."
"Three thousand isn't cheap. And throw in an apology for Dao too."
North's voice softened slightly. "Dao probably won't stay mad for long, right?"
Daotok hummed in reply, noncommittal.
"It was just forgetting to lock the door..."
"Didn't you just say he deserved it?" Daotok replied flatly.
"Yeah, but he's been kneeling a while. Hasn't he suffered enough? Forgive him like you'd forgive a stray dog."
"Speaking of dogs," Arthit chimed in, "while I was out looking for Khun Jeon, I got chased by a pack of strays."
"For real? Which gang? I'll go chase them back," Arthit added quickly, puffing up.
"Same here. Dogs chase me all the time. At least you had a bike. I had to run for my life."
Daotok smirked. "Thanks, North. That really put things in perspective."
"Alright, alright. Let him get up. I want my money."
"Fine." Daotok looked at Arthit. "You can get up now."
Arthit collapsed onto the sofa, limbs aching. He leaned toward Daotok, trying to pull him in for a hug.
"Don't," Daotok said, scooting away. "I'm still mad."
Arthit sighed in defeat. "You're going to hold this over my head forever, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Daotok replied with a smirk, "depends on how much I enjoy making you suffer."
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Arthit slouched on the sofa, arms folded and lips pursed in a sulky pout as he kept half an eye on Khun Jeon, who snored softly, curled up beside him like a plump, oblivious ball of fluff.
The living room was quiet, save for the faint digital sound effects from his phone screen. A mobile game blinked lazily in his hand, and he tapped at it without focus, his mind clearly elsewhere.
"How long are you going to zone out, man? Move already."
North's voice buzzed through the headphones, irritable.
"I'm moving, I'm moving," Arthit mumbled, dragging his character across the game map with as much enthusiasm as a snail in the sun.
"You're all mopey just because your boyfriend's mad. I swear, if I were next to you, I'd elbow you."
"Easy for you to say. You've never had your boyfriend mad at you."
"That's because I don't screw up and make them mad."
Daotok was in the bedroom now, working silently behind a closed door—a door Arthit was strictly forbidden to cross. He wasn't even allowed to glance inside, much less set foot in there. Which meant tonight, he'd be sleeping alone on the couch, blanket and guilt in hand.
Again. And honestly? He deserved it. It had been his fault. Daotok loved Khun Jeon like a son, and today was their anniversary. A special day. A day that he ruined by forgetting to lock the door, letting Khun Jeon slip out and get bitten by some stray mutt.
Arthit clenched his jaw at the memory, frustration simmering in his chest. If he ever found the dog that bit Khun Jeon, he'd bite it back. And those strays that had chased Daotok down the street? He'd return the favor. Teeth and all.
"Why aren't you helping me in the game, P'?"
"I am helping. You're doing great."
"Great? Are you blind? The jungle's ganged up on me three times. Get over here already!"
"You can handle it. I'm farming."
"Farming?! You're full of crap. The mage is blind, and now they're swarming me again. Damn it, help me out!"
Arthit groaned and rolled his eyes. "Stop whining. You couldn't even help me apologize earlier."
"I did help. You should be thanking me I didn't let Dao make you kneel longer."
"I don't mind kneeling. That's not the point. I haven't been able to hug Dao all day. I'm dying here."
"Dying?"
"My heart is."
"Dao said earlier he'd calm down eventually. Maybe you should just stay quiet for now. You always make it worse when you talk."
"I tried to apologize! But he said I was doing it in a way that made him even angrier."
"Yeah, I can imagine. Pathetic. So, you're sleeping outside, huh?"
"Yep. It sucks. I just want to hold him. Instead, I'm stuck out here like a stray dog. Should I break the door down?"
"Do you want to make him angrier?"
"No."
"Then stay put. I'll ask Ter and Typhoon for apology ideas. In the meantime, at least pretend you're helping me in the game."
"Alright, alright. I'm coming."
They played together into the late hours of the night, Arthit barely hanging onto focus. Once the game ended, he crept toward the bedroom and peeked inside. The lights were off, and the room was silent. He exhaled quietly, grabbed a thin blanket, and curled up on the sofa.
He tossed and turned. Without Daotok's warmth beside him, sleep refused to come. Several times, he got up to press his ear against the bedroom door, just to make sure everything was fine inside. Only when he was certain Daotok was peacefully asleep did he let himself return to the sofa, sighing heavily into the silence.
☆☆☆☆☆
The next morning, the smell of something warm and savory stirred him awake. Daotok was already in the kitchen, humming softly as he cooked.
Arthit approached slowly, still cautious, and gently slipped his arms around Daotok's waist from behind, nuzzling his face into his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Are you still mad?" he whispered.
"No," Daotok replied calmly.
"Really? You're not mad anymore?"
Daotok nodded. "Yeah."
A heavy weight lifted from Arthit's chest, and he practically melted into the embrace. "God, one night felt like ten days," he sighed, inhaling the familiar scent of Daotok's shampoo. "I missed you so much."
"I'm going out today," Daotok said.
"Huh? Where? It's our day off. We should spend it together."
"I'm going out with friends."
"Can I come with you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's just for us friends."
"Why are you shutting me out?"
"I just want time with them."
"Fine. Where are you going?"
"Ratchaphruek Park."
"It looks like it's going to rain."
"That just makes the atmosphere better."
"Really? How are you getting there?"
"North's picking me up."
Arthit paused, then exhaled. "Alright."
"Go take a shower. Breakfast will be ready soon."
"Okay, okay," he said, pressing a soft kiss to Daotok's hair before reluctantly letting go. As he headed to the bathroom, he called North.
"You guys are heading out, huh?"
"Yep."
"Why didn't you let me come along?"
"Because I knew you'd whine. P'Joe did the same thing."
"It's a day off. We're supposed to spend it together!"
"Exactly what P'Joe said. But listen—last night, I texted Ter and Typhoon for a plan to cheer Dao up. You asked me to help fix things. This is how we're doing it."
"He said he's not mad anymore!"
"Yeah, well, the plan's already in motion."
Arthit sighed. "You do realize I'll be the one getting blamed, right?"
"Maybe. Probably. Let's be honest—definitely."
"Wonderful."
"Come on, the weather's nice."
"Nice? It looks like the end of the world out there."
"Told Dao to bring an umbrella. Chill. I'm driving."
"You better drive safe."
"I always drive safe. P'Joe trained me."
"When are you coming back?"
"No clue. When Dao's mood is completely fixed."
"It's already fixed!"
"We'll see. Today is our day. You're banned from following us, got it, P'Joe?"
Arthit hung up, muttering under his breath as he finished his shower and joined Daotok at the table.
"Don't go anywhere today," Daotok said.
"Why not?"
"Stay with Khun Jeon. He's still recovering."
"Then why aren't you staying too?"
"I already made plans. Take care of him, alright? And don't follow us."
"Seriously?"
"Today's for my friends. I need time with them too."
"Fine. Just be careful. Tell North to drive safe. Call me if anything happens, okay?"
"Okay."
Daotok changed into fresh clothes, tying his shoelaces as Arthit leaned against the wall, watching with worry etched into his face.
"I'm worried."
"Don't be. I'll be fine."
"Call me if anything happens."
"I will."
Before leaving, Daotok tapped a hand gently over Arthit's lips, a small gesture that made him smile despite himself. When the door closed behind Daotok, Arthit turned to see Khun Jeon hobbling toward him on stubby legs.
"You little menace," Arthit muttered, crouching down to pet him. "Had to wander off and get yourself bitten, huh? Now look at us—Dao's mad, and I'm sleeping on the damn sofa."
He scratched behind Khun Jeon's ears. "How does a cat even get bitten by a dog, huh? Couldn't run fast enough? Not surprising, considering you're as fat as a watermelon."
Khun Jeon purred, unbothered, and flopped onto his side like a pampered prince.
"Once your wound heals, no more snacks. I'm cutting you off. Dao might spoil you, but I won't. Not a chance."
Arthit sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Since Dao and I started dating, we've never fought. This is the first time. And it's all because of you, you chubby traitor."
Khun Jeon blinked up at him, utterly unconcerned.
"My heart's already in second place because of you. Dao's favorite is clearly you. Maybe if I got fat and cute, he'd love me more too."
He poked at Khun Jeon's soft belly just as his phone rang. He picked it up without surprise. Johan's name lit up the screen.
"What's up, my dear friend?" he answered, already bracing for the scolding.
"What's up? You idiot, how'd you even manage to piss Dao off? It's my day off and I was going to go for a drive with North, and now it's raining!"
"You think I'm not stressed too? All I did was forget to lock the door."
"You can't even apologize properly. My boyfriend had to go out and fix your mess."
"I did apologize! I even knelt!"
"Truly pathetic. And now I can't even enjoy my day off. How are you going to make this up to me?"
"Want me to join you for a drive?"
"Waste of time."
"Then what do you want?" Arthit's voice buzzed through the line, casual but tinged with irritation. "I'm not with my partner either, you know. And are you even sure North drives safely?"
Arthit sighed inwardly. North drives just fine, he thought, shifting in his seat. He's careful. But for whatever reason, I've been banned from tagging along. His eyes narrowed slightly. Do I seriously come off as the clingy type?
"That's the impression they seem to have," Johan replied like he was reading his mind. "North said he wanted time with his friends, so chill."
Easy for you to say. Arthit frowned. I don't need someone like you calling me clingy. You probably wanted to go just as badly.
"Of course I wanted to go," Johan admitted shamelessly. "But I was told not to, so I'm giving him space. What's the harm? We're adults. They can take care of themselves."
Yeah... exactly, Arthit told himself. What's the harm, right?
"You telling me that... or yourself?"
"Both," Johan muttered.
"Well, here I am, stuck at home with this troublemaking cat," Arthit said with an exasperated sigh.
"Alright, I'm getting back to work. Just don't mess things up again, you idiot. Otherwise, we'd all be out enjoying ourselves right now."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it."
Johan hung up, and Arthit blinked down at the screen. A missed call notification from Hill popped up. He groaned softly and quickly redialed.
"Arthit." Hill's voice was sharp, cold. No need for pleasantries.
"I know, okay? It's my fault. I didn't mean to forget the damn lock. I didn't want Dao to get mad either."
"You do realize how rare it is for any of us to have a full day off like this?"
"I know," Arthit muttered, guilt creeping into his tone. "You barely get time off."
"I get that Dao wanted to hang with his friends, but if you hadn't upset him, I would probably be out there with them right now."
"Wait, you're banned too? Why?"
"Because Ter said if I showed up, you and Johan would follow. Dao didn't want the whole group tagging along—because of you . "
Arthit winced. "Right. Got it."
"Next time, just don't screw up," Hill snapped. "We missed a rare chance to spend a day together because you forgot to lock one damn door."
"Yeah, yeah... I know."
The call ended before he could say anything else. Arthit stared blankly at the screen, his reflection in the black mirror of it looking just as frustrated as he felt. One careless mistake. That's all it took to ruin everyone's plans.
Only one more person left. Better call him before he joins the chorus.
He hit Tonfah's name and put the phone to his ear.
"Tonfah," he said quickly as soon as the call connected.
"So, you knew I was about to call and decided to beat me to it, huh?"
Tonfah's voice was cool but clearly unimpressed.
"Yeah. The other two already chewed me out. You're the last on the list."
"Of course. I let them go first on purpose," he replied smugly.
"Fine. I admit it—my fault for upsetting Dao. Your boyfriend had to go cheer him up."
"Exactly. You ruined my day. I was looking forward to spending time with Typhoon, but nope. Thanks to you, I'm banned too."
"Hey, it's not like I'm going either. Can't they just have some time with their friends?"
"I get it," Tonfah muttered. "It's just annoying that I can't be with Typhoon today... all because you forgot to lock a damn door."
"Okay, okay. You guys are starting to sound like a broken record."
"Well, you're the one who messed up. You deserve this."
Arthit groaned. "Alright, alright. I get it. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Good." There was a pause. "I'm hanging up now."
"Fine."
The call ended, and silence settled around Arthit once more. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long, tired sigh. Their words replayed in his head like an unwanted song stuck on loop. They were right. He'd be mad too if someone ruined his plans with his partner over something so simple.
One stupid, careless mistake, he thought bitterly. And now here I am, grounded like a child while everyone else is out enjoying the day.
Rain drizzled steadily against the windowpane, a soft and constant reminder of the moody weather and his even moodier heart. He glanced down at the cat sprawled across the floor.
"Well, Jeon," he muttered, "looks like it's just you and me today."
"Meow~"
"What's with the meowing, huh? Just stay quiet and let me wallow in peace."
The cat meowed again, louder this time.
"Seriously, Jeon. I said shut up."
But Khun Jeon simply blinked at him lazily, as if mocking his misery.
Arthit sighed again and flopped down onto the couch, dramatically draping an arm over his eyes.
Not so bad? he thought.
It's the worst.
"When is my boyfriend coming back?" he mumbled into the cushion.
Khun Jeon meowed one last time, as if to say, not anytime soon, buddy.
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The ride was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional pitter-patter of light rain against the windshield. Easter, seated in the front passenger seat, turned halfway to glance back with a concerned expression.
"Are you feeling better now, Dao?" he asked gently, eyes scanning Daotok's face.
Daotok offered a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks."
"You should've called us when Khun Jeon went missing," Easter continued.
"We could've helped look for him."
"At the time... I couldn't think straight." Daotok's voice was calm, but the memory clearly weighed on him.
"P' Arthit called me too," North chimed in from the backseat, his tone tinged with guilt. "But I didn't pick up."
"Who found Khun Jeon, anyway?" Typhoon asked, seated beside Daotok. His voice was curious but gentle.
Daotok shook his head. "I didn't catch their name. I tried to thank them, even offered to repay them, but they just smiled and left. They were in a hurry—probably trying to avoid the rain."
"It's a relief someone kind helped you out," Easter said, glancing at Daotok in the rearview mirror. "When North told me you were mad at P'Arthit, I couldn't figure out why. But once I found out it was about losing your cat—it made sense."
"That's why we're taking you out today," Typhoon added with a soft smile.
"To cheer you up."
Daotok's lips curled into a quiet smile. "Thank you, really. It means a lot. It's nice being with you all."
Outside, the sky was a soft gray, and rain gently misted the windowpanes.
The streets were mostly clear, making the ride to the botanical garden smooth and easy. As soon as the car pulled into the lot, Daotok opened his umbrella and stepped out, the light rain brushing against his cheeks. The others followed, each with umbrellas in hand.
"Shame about the rain. We could've gone cycling," Easter remarked.
"You can still cycle in the rain," North said.
"And do what? Hold the umbrella in one hand and the handlebars in the other?" Easter rolled his eyes.
"I can ride no-hands," North said smugly.
"Show-off," Easter replied with a snort. "Let's just walk."
Daotok nodded in agreement, and together, the group wandered into the garden.
Despite the drizzle, the botanical garden had a serene beauty about it. The rain gave everything a glistening sheen, and the scent of wet earth mixed with blooming flowers created a calming atmosphere. Daotok breathed in deeply, letting the cool air ease the lingering tension in his chest.
"The rain makes everything feel so fresh, doesn't it?" Typhoon said, pulling out a camera and snapping photos of the orchids nearby.
"Ter, move—you're in the shot."
"I thought I was the shot," Easter said, stepping aside with a dramatic sigh.
They moved slowly through the exhibits, talking about school. North and Daotok were in their final year, struggling with thesis topics. Easter, studying veterinary medicine, was deep in clinical rotations. Typhoon, only in his second year, had time yet ahead of him.
"You two are so close to graduating already," Typhoon said wistfully. "Feels like time's flying."
"You'll graduate with me," Easter said, nudging his shoulder. "Vet school takes six years, and you're doing great."
They continued walking, pausing often to admire various exhibits. Rain clung to leaves and glass panes, the soft hush of drizzle blending with their laughter. The peaceful stroll lasted nearly two hours.
"So, Dao, how was it?" Easter asked as they neared the exit.
"Why don't you ask me too?" North cut in with a teasing smile.
"Because this was Dao's trip."
Daotok chuckled. "I liked it. This place always makes me feel calm."
"I liked it too," Easter added. "Very peaceful."
"Yeah, it's a nice place to wander," North said.
"I got some great shots!" Typhoon beamed. "I'll send them once I've edited them."
They piled into the car and headed back. North dropped Daotok off first. He stood under his umbrella, watching the car drive away before heading upstairs. Rain had begun to fall heavier now, drumming softly on the pavement.
When he unlocked his condo door, Arthit stood waiting.
"You're back," he said simply.
"Yeah," Daotok replied, slipping off his shoes.
"Did you have fun?"
"I did."
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet. I planned to eat after coming home."
"I made something already," Arthit said.
Daotok blinked, surprised. "You? Cooked?"
"I timed it. Figured you'd be back around now."
Curious, Daotok walked to the table and set down his bag. Several dishes were already plated. Arthit sat across from him, watching nervously.
"You made a lot, huh?"
"Surprise," Arthit said, attempting a confident grin.
Daotok took a bite and winced. "It's... sour."
"Try that one. It balances it out," Arthit said, sliding over another plate.
But that one turned out painfully salty. Daotok raised a brow. "What's this one called?"
"Ocean's Embrace."
Daotok laughed. "It really does taste like you boiled seawater."
"Okay, okay, I surrender. Want some fried eggs instead?"
"Honestly? Sure. But I appreciate the effort."
"Healthy living can wait," Arthit said, already getting up.
"Oh—by the way, thanks for changing Khun Jeon's bandage."
Arthit smiled. "No problem."
Daotok helped with the eggs, then showered while Arthit tidied up. The rain continued outside, now coming down harder. After changing into a robe, Daotok walked into the bedroom and found Arthit on the bed, scrolling his phone, the curtains pulled open to reveal streaks of rain gliding down the window.
He joined him, sitting close, quiet for a moment.
"Did you sleep last night?" Arthit asked.
Daotok shook his head.
"Me neither. You kicked me out of the room, remember?"
"I know. I was angry, but... I still checked on you a few times," Daotok admitted quietly.
They looked at each other.
A tentative pause lingered—something heavy but tender between them.
"I'll make it up to you," Daotok said softly.
"Huh?" Arthit looked up—and froze. His eyes widened as Daotok slowly undid the tie of his robe, letting it fall open. Pale skin kissed by soft light.
Bare.
Arthit sat up straight as Daotok climbed into his lap, straddling him. Their eyes met before Daotok leaned in and kissed him—slow, sweet, with a hint of something darker beneath. Arthit kissed him back immediately, hands roaming to Daotok's waist, tracing the curve of his back, his hips, squeezing gently.
Daotok undid Arthit's shirt, baring his chest. Their lips met again, hungrier now. Tongues tangled. Teeth clashed. Their breath grew hot. Arthit's pants hit the floor. His arousal stood proud. Daotok broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He bent down, wrapping his hand around it, then took him into his mouth. Slowly. Deliberately. Tongue swirling, mouth wet and warm.
"F-Fuck, Dao," Arthit groaned.
Daotok licked up from base to tip, teasing the slit. His hand worked in rhythm with his mouth. The scent. The taste. The heat. Everything made Daotok's own arousal ache.
"You're so sexy like this," Arthit gasped, his voice thick with need.
Daotok took him deeper, letting the head hit the back of his throat, gagging slightly before pulling back and doing it again. Faster. Sloppier. His own hand working over his shaft as precum dripped from its tip.
"Move up," Arthit groaned.
Daotok obeyed, switching positions so they faced opposite directions. He leaned down once more, sucking hard, and moaned around Arthit when he felt warm lips wrap around his own cock.
"Ahh... Arthit, more..."
Arthit's hand reached back to spread Daotok open. His tongue circled the rim before sliding in, making Daotok shiver. Then came fingers. One. Two. Thrusting. Curling. Stretching him open.
Daotok moaned helplessly, his hips rocking, mouth never leaving Arthit's cock. He came suddenly, coating Arthit's chest. Moments later, Arthit filled his mouth with hot release. Daotok swallowed it all.
He got up, grabbed a glass of water, and shared it with Arthit before leaning in to kiss him again.
Then, he took control.
Daotok straddled him, positioned his lover's thick length at his entrance, and slowly—achingly—sank down. Inch by inch, feeling the stretch, the burn, the fullness.
Arthit groaned beneath him, gripping his thighs as Daotok moved slowly, adjusting to the size, then circling his hips.
"You feel so good," Arthit whispered, flushed and trembling.
Daotok moved slowly at first, rising and falling with gentle grace. His hands braced against Arthit's chest, fingers curling slightly as he adjusted to the sensation of being so completely filled.
Arthit watched him through half-lidded eyes, his lips parted, chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "You're perfect," he whispered, hands sliding up Daotok's sides, thumbs brushing the soft skin just under his ribs.
Daotok leaned down, pressing their foreheads together, noses brushing. Their mouths met again, messy and desperate. Daotok moaned into the kiss as Arthit gripped his hips, guiding the rhythm—harder now, deeper.
Daotok's thighs trembled from the intensity. Arthit shifted, sitting up slightly, his arms wrapping around Daotok's waist as he thrust into him from below, angling just right to make Daotok cry out.
His moans grew louder, more frantic, every drag of Arthit's cock against his prostate sparking fireworks behind his eyes.
"Right there—ah, right there, " Daotok whimpered, nails digging into Arthit's back. "Don't stop..."
"Never," Arthit growled, pressing kisses to his throat, sucking marks into the skin. "I'll never stop touching you. Never stop wanting you."
Daotok's body trembled, sweat glistening on his skin as he rode faster, chasing the growing high curling in his belly. Arthit's hand slipped between them, wrapping around Daotok's cock and stroking it in time with their rhythm.
Their moans tangled. The rain pounded harder against the windows.
"I'm close—" Daotok gasped, his whole body tense.
"Come for me, baby," Arthit whispered, voice dark and hungry.
Daotok shattered with a loud cry, his back arching as thick ropes of cum painted both their stomachs. His walls clenched around Arthit's cock, dragging him over the edge moments later. Arthit groaned deeply, hips bucking, as he came inside Daotok—hot and thick, filling him completely.
For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of rain, their panting breaths, and the soft creak of the mattress beneath them.
Daotok collapsed against Arthit's chest, boneless and trembling. Arthit held him close, pressing kisses into his damp hair.
"You okay?" Arthit asked softly, voice husky but tender.
"Mhm..." Daotok mumbled. "I feel... full. And sore."
Arthit chuckled, brushing strands of hair from Daotok's flushed face. "Want me to run you a bath?"
"Later," Daotok whispered. "Just... hold me for a bit."
Arthit wrapped the blanket around them, laying back with Daotok curled on top of him, his head resting against his chest.
The rain softened outside. The storm had passed.
And in the quiet aftermath, under the warmth of each other's bodies, there was peace.