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Oon I

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Arthit sat bored at the marbled countertop in the kitchen. He has his one hand pressed against his chin, while he stared at the egg ravioli that he made from scratch or his husband. It was quite hard, but he tried his level best to make it as close as possible to the recipe. His house helper commented that it was far more than delicious.

He looked at the clock it was already 10pm. His house helper left 2 hours back leaving Arthit all alone in this humongous house again. He doesn't blame his husband though. Of course he knew being the biggest business tycoon in Bangkok required longer and heavier working hours.

Sometimes Kongpob comes back past midnight. Arthit would just wait for him at this very kitchen counter without even touching the food. Even if he have to wait from starvation that takes over. Since the man he married couldn't even properly handle a microwave.

When arthit was younger, his family wasn't really well off. They weren't completely poor per se. If we have to measure they would fall somewhere in the lower middle class. Arthit isn't a person whom complains much just like his parents. They could pay off their bills and eat decent meal everyday. No matter what difficulty they face they had each other at the end of the day.

Until one day Mr Jack Rojnapat was offered an opportunity to join hand in hand in a business venture with Mr Keklai Suthiluk, his childhood friend. Unfortunately, Mr Rojnapat didn't have enough capital to move forward.

Mr Suthiluk had an idea to solve this issue. He made a deal with Mr Rojnapat. He wanted a spouse for his already 5 years old son. To be exact the 3 years old feminine looking milky white skin boy that inherited the beauty of his Korean mom and holds a secret. This explains Arthit's long silky hair that passed his shoulders and the silky pink night gown that was flowing freely on his body right now. Even though he was brought up in disguise of a girl, cross dressed, Arthit never even complained once. With his condition he's more fit on the feminine side anyways. Now here they are, living in this house as married couples.

Arthit remembered his wedding day, still fresh in his mind like it just happened yesterday. A pretty smile adorned his face when recalled kongpob grinning while slipping the ring on and carrying him away in his white mermaid dress that he fell in love with at the first sight. He sighed slightly at the memories.

Kongpob wasn't loving at all. Arthit even doubted if his husband has a teeny tiny love for him. The raven haired man was always quite and calm. A man of few words to be exact, yet extremely hard headed. He was very straight forward when comes to disapproving things that doesn't fancy him. He just didn't seem that much interested in Arthit.

His train of thoughts were cut off by the beep of their keyless door followed by slow footsteps. The married couples lived in a lush apartment in the middle of the town. The view from the apartment never failed to make arthit's mood as it overlooked the whole city.

"Hello Kongpob."

Arthit already made his way to the door in order to take off the elder's coat and tie off him. The elder as usual sighed from the tiredness and allowed arthit to attend his ministrations. It was one of the few things that he let arthit do after the younger's persistence.

"Good evening." The raven hair greeted in monotone. His face scrunched up from tiredness.

"How was you day?"

Arthit stares mesmerised tucking his flowing hair behind his ears. He put the blazer on the side and loosening up the elder's tie. Arthit loves moments like this, as it makes them look so domesticated.

"Long, exhausting."

That was his short reply before he walked away once the tie was off. The elder walked straight towards the kitchen and took a seat on the table. He waited for the food to get fished out for him.

Arthit quickly hurried towards the fridge and pulled out an overly expensive red wine bottle before pouring it into a wine glass and placing it in front of Kongpob. The elder immediately brought it towards his lips and groaned in satisfaction. Icy cold good wine made a huge smile plastered on his lips, this had arthit faltering in his steps.

How I wish I could make him smile like that. The younger sighed before serving Kongpob the specially made ravioli and sat opposite to him.

Kongpob looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"No I'm not that hungry."

Arthit lied. He lost his appetite, that familiar feeling of depression settled in. Arthit was always a loving person. He craved love and affection, but sadly he have never received any from kongpob. This caused arthit to fell into depression. Also all that lonely nights was not a big help too.

Everyday Arthit prayed for something to change, for his husband to be loving. He tried so hard in order for him to be loved to be attended but he was returned with nothing. This whole situation was starting to take a toll on him.

"Suit yourself."

This was the elder's quick reply. Kongpob was handed a fork before he began eating. How Arthit wish he'll thank him or at least smile at him. The simple gesture mattered to him.

"Arthit! What the hell is this?"

After five minutes into eating, Kongpob spoke up and he sounded really pissed. Arthit followed the elder's finger and his own eyes widened when he noticed the round black pepper in the ravioli. The younger gulped, he was frozen.

He knew Kongpob hated those. He should've never let his house helper take a look at it. Auntie Fang said it's missing some spices and she would help him to add it. He never knew she would add black pepper. He could feel all his effort, almost four hours that he used into making this ravioli just for a compliment from Kongpob would be washed down the drain in no time. Arthit knew for sure that even tiniest mistakes like this would turn the elder worse than what he usually was.

"B-black pepper."

"How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself?"

Kongpob yelled and Arthit felt the depression hitting ten fold. He didn't want to fight again, he was so tired of it. Especially today he does not have even a bit of energy left in him.

Before he knew it, he took the plate and threw the whole content into the bin.

"Good night P'Kong. Just leave the other dishes there. I'll clean them in the morning."

The younger sighed loudly before beginning to leave the kitchen, but was stopped abruptly.

"Don't you dare walk away from me."

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