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Oon III

Happy reading maybe I guess 😭
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The younger stayed by Kongpob's side like an obedient little boy. He never once spoke up unless he was spoken to. Slowly but surely, Arthit felt like he was losing a part of himself.

The once joyful side of him, he could clearly feel draining away more and more.

At some part of the night, Kongpob, Arthit and immediate and intermediate family sat down to have dinner. Arthit sat quietly and kept his silence still beside his husband. His head hind low due to all the sadness that dwells up and he was fidgeting his shaking fingers.

Kongpob kept glancing and noticed everything but didn't bother to question Arthit.

"Kongpob darling, Oon is looking absolutely beautiful tonight. You really hit a jackpot, thanks to your father."

She gave out her Colgate smile and her eyes crinkling at the corner in admiration.

Arthit lifted his head and forced a fake smile before nodding and muttering a soft gratitude for the compliment.

"I have never seen you smile this much since... Well... You know Khaofang."

Mrs Suthiluk muttered the last part softly. Arthit perked up at the name and remembers the name to be one of Kongpob's exes. Apparently he loved her very much but ever since she moved away, he was heart broken and had become very socially inclined from everyone else. That's when Mr Suthiluk fixed and get them married.

"Yeah! She was beautiful."

Kongpob whispered it out, very sadly, and this has been the last straw for Arthit. His heart clenched in unbearable pain. He stood up quickly, head still hanging low.

"Excuse me."

He softly whispered. It took all his courage to hold in his tears at this moment. He made his way to the washroom in a quick pace almost tripped from the pointy heels he was wearing that was painfully eating his feet up.

Everyone else on the table has fallen silent.

"You and Kongpob are very despicable."

Mr Suthiluk said angrily before practically flinging his silver utensils on the table.

"Wait, what did I say?" Mrs Suthiluk asked genuinely shocked, while Kongpob stared at his plate without budging his head.

Meanwhile, Arthit get himself locked into one of the washroom and fell to the floor immediately. He remove his heels and the tear works exploded as he let out a cry of mental pain.

He is being hurt again and again day by day, his mind is filled with only sad things. He was so unhappy with himself, so unhappy with what he's become. He gripped his hair and stared at the floor, feeling very much helpless as the tears battered down heavily. At that moment he wanted to kill himself, but he was way too scared.

After fifteen minutes of non stop crying Arthit has had enough. He slowly lowered himself onto the floor hugging himself tightly, focusing at the certain corner of the washroom in self pity. After all he have only himself right now. He didn't want to move, speak or think.

All I wanted was for him to at least try loving me!

Eventually, the washroom door opened and Arthit slowly looked up to find Kongpob in the doorway with keys in his hand and shocked expression on his face.

The younger instantly shut his eyes tight, he didn't want to deal with anyone now especially his husband. Kongpob noticed the scattered high heel. Also the contrast blue black bruises and angry red drops of blood on snowy white feet of Arthit.