In Every Lifetime

Chapter Three

One year, two years.. Three.. The years kept going by as everyone in the Sutthiluck household silently prayed for the good fortune of the young master. Each year he lived on borrowed time. The fortune teller had predicted that he would not live past the age of 18 and as he got older, the fear increased. Somehow, said person with a short life didn't seem to be affected at all. Not one bit. In fact, he seemed to use it as a free pass to say whatever he wanted to the one person who tolerated him more than anyone.

It started with whining and tantrums, growing into flirtatious lines cheesier than the romance novels the maids around the house read. It seemed that making Arthit turn bright red whenever he was caught off guard by one of those seemingly innocent lines had become Kongpob's new and favourite pastime.

"KONGPOB! How could you say that in front of everyone!" Arthit's voice thundered through the house. No one even reacted to his yelling as it had already become a daily occurrence in the Sutthiluck household. Kongpob must have said something outrageous once again, which was amazing really since it was merely his first day at college - with Arthit obviously.

"But I didn't say anything wrong Oon! I was merely stating the facts." Kongpob cooly strode in behind Arthit, plopping himself onto the couch in the main room.

"You cannot go around saying you've reserved me!" Arthit hissed back, also settling himself on the other end of the couch. "And it's P'Arthit from now on I told you! I have an image to maintain."

Slowly crawling his way over to close the distance over the couch, Kongpob smirked, looking like a predator stalking his prey. "It's the truth isn't it P'Arthit. You're mine, always have been." At this point, they were almost nose to nose to each other and Kongpob could see every lash surrounding Arthit's doe eyes that have widened with every move he made towards him.

The beautiful blush that Kongpob loved soon crept up to the older's face as he blinked furiously, avoiding all forms of eye contact. "Besides," he whispered, gently bringing their noses together for an eskimo kiss, "I would never call you Oon in school. That is only for me to know. No one else is allowed to call you that."

Arthit blinked furiously, struggling to find his words while trying to stop his thundering heartbeat. At this rate he was sure Kongpob would hear it, with the nonexistent distance between them. "K..Kongpob!" he managed to squeak out. "Stop it! Everyone can see us here!" Frantically looking around, he prayed that P'Earth was not anywhere nearby like she usually was when Kongpob stepped into the mansion.

Although Kongpob begrudgingly backed away slightly, allowing Arthit to put an arm in between them to defend himself from his advances, he soon leaned forward again. Whispering into the ear that was completely flushed like the owner's face and neck, he cheekily asked. "Then shall we take this somewhere where no one can see us then? Your room, or mine?"

By this point Arthit's eyes had reached the size of plates as he couldn't believe what the younger boy was insinuating. These days he really couldn't tell if Kongpob was just teasing him anymore. Although he had hoped, just a little, that Kongpob really meant what he said every time he threw a flirty line his way. Gathering his wits, he pushed the young man who was still hovering above him gently away and quickly scrambled away without saying another word.

"Oon~" the sing song voice he knew soon followed, "is that supposed to be an open invitation for me to follow you to your room?"

Arthit's head turned around so quickly Kongpob thought he might have sprained it in the process. He received a stern glare from the elder as Arthit continued to scurry away, all while still burning bright red. Kongpob chuckled to himself. Over the years it had gotten impossible to see Arthit as anything other than 'cute'. Only the heavens knew how much he had to keep all the other people in school from seeing this side of his adorable Oon. Thankfully the older boy had always been a hothead and only had a handful of friends over the years. Otherwise, who knew what Kongpob would have done - locked him away in his room maybe.