I have to apologize that I have to put this story on hold but I didn't have time to write 3 stories at the same time... I'll try to pick this story again but the update will be slow till I have time again :( Enjoy the new update :D (Don't be too much disappointed with this chapter)

The song is If it is you by Jung Seung Hwan (Another miss Oh OST) The song is from P'Net and Arthit's side ;)

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Today, a big commotion broke out in cell number 211 in the night, cellmate A had to literally scream for help because of cellmate B, a suicidal inmate, injured his neck with a sharp razor he hide under this tongue the whole day to not had the guard notice about it. There was too much blood on the ground, the colour red so visible even though the room was covered in darkness. The guards were shocked by the pool of blood they saw when they entered the cell, they had to carry the injured man in the patient's room to take care properly of his wounds. The grave injuries the inmate inflicted on himself was too big for the inexperienced young doctor's assistant who had night duty today. He managed to staunch the bleeding, bandaged the wound and gave him an infusion but because of the patient's bad condition, he decided to call the paramedics to take him to the nearest hospital to get his wound treated there. Patient B was unconscious, his skin so pale like never before because of the heavy blood lost.

It took ten minutes for two paramedics to arrive, meanwhile two experienced guards had to prepare themselves, wearing each a teaser and a weapon around their waist since they had to accompany the patient and the paramedics to the hospital for safety's matter. The weapon was to be used in emergency, in case something unexpected happened on the way to the hospital. With the help of the guards, the elder and young paramedics brought the unconscious iman in the ambulance, placing the infusion on a I.V. pole. While the elder paramedic had to the drive, the younger one was told to give the patient oxygen since the latter's breath was too shallow. The two guards were sitting on the bench of the ambulance, their hands close to the weapon in their weapon's holder that was attached to their wrist like a belt. Everything should go well like in the training but there was something wrong. The younger paramedic wavered to wear the oxygen maske on inmate B's nose to give him proper air. Maybe he was too insecure. Maybe he was too scared to treat an inmate who seemed dangerous to him.

After struggling for a few minutes, he managed to lay the oxygen maske properly, pressing on the bag to pumo more osygen in the latter's lungs. When the ambulance bent in a corner, the younger man took the oxygen bottle, suddenly hitting it on the head of the next guard beside him. The second guard was flabbergasted at first but when grasping the situation, he wanted to grab at his teaser but the patient suddenly raised, hitting him on his the neck. Within a few seconds, both strong guards were laying unconscious on the ground, their head bleeding from the heavy blow on their head.

The elder paramedic could only hear two bumping sounds from his seat, calling his colleague to brief him on the situation but as the latter remained quiet, he parked the car aside, exiting the car and walking over to them only to realize that he did a mistake by leaving for outside. The door of the ambulance was open, two men laying on the ground, the two other young men stealing from the unconscious ones. The elder man's eye widened in shock, he raised his arms to surrender as he finally grasped the situation. It was a prison break, just like it happened in his favourite series he saw few years ago about dangerous inmates breaking out of prison and receiving help from outside. However this inmate received some help from outside too, surely the younger paramedic wasn't even a paramedic but maybe stole his colleague's identity who he hide somewhere after hitting him unconscious.

The inmate stole the guard's outfit to disguise himself as a guard, meanwhile the fake young paramedic allowed his fellow to escape but never look back neither tell the police about them. The moment the elder man took his run, the younger paramedic took the teaser, shot it after him. The man was hit by electric shock, trying to fight against the light electric shock but he fell down to the ground, laying there motionless. Both took the guns also the teasers from the guards' belt, exiting the ambulance, making sure that they hide the ambulance somewhere in the forest so it would not be discovered soon. Each one of them have a cellphone to stay in contact during their seperation. They needed to be able to contact each other if they wanted the plan to work without delay nor problems.

„Ready?", the man in disguise as a paramedic asked.

„Ready like never before", the inmate replied.

„Stick to the plan, understood?", the younger man asked from him, his voice firm like never before. Now that he had power in his hand, he finally showed his true face, making serious expression to intimidate the man he helped, making him realize who took the reins in the plan. He helped the inmate only to receive his help too. Alone he would never manage to take his revenge he waited 3 years for. Today was day pay after all, he would take everything from them just like they did to him. Today he would seperate them for good just like he promised 3 years ago.

The inmate just gave him a little smile, his smile assuring him that he would stick to the plan. Both took seperate direction to put the plan into operation. Before the gape between them was wider, the paramedic called for the inmate's real name, telling him to be careful.

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It was saturday morning, Kongpob took the day free to spend more time with Arthit and Sun. Arthit just came from the grocery shopping after buying some ingredients for today's lunch. He drove the car in the garage, climbing out of the car while humming a song and taking the bag full of ingredients from the passenger's seat. He neared the entrance that was inside of the garage only to hear a familiar voice calling for his name.

„Arthit...", the person called, his name sounding soft and friendly while coming out of his mouth as if he was saint, a good person whom arrival everyone would feel delighted about.

That voice! That man! It was a voice he never wanted to hear again. The voice that intimated him for more than a week! The voice he heard everyday in his nightmare when falling asleep, whispering his name into his ear, blowing wind in his ear, making him tremble in fear. Arthit was trembling, his legs refusing to move and run away. His eyes shining, filled with tears he hold back for now. No... It can't be... It can't be him... Please, tell me I'm wrong... Arthit was afraid to meet his worst nigthmare if he turned behind to detect where the scary voice came from. He decided to keep going, avoiding the person behind him, thinking that he must had hear him wrong. There is no one behind me!

As soon as he took the first step forwards, the deep voice called him again. This time he turned back, recognizing P'Net in front of him, standing outside of the garage, looking at him such so much feelings filled in his eyes, they were longing, love and sorrows. Arthit shook his head, mumbling „It can't be". His safe world crumbled under him, the hard ground under him falling apart, he felt like falling into the depeest of the abyss. He trembled from head to toes, his body feeling weak all the sudden, the bag with the ingredients falling out of his hands.

„P... P'Net... How?", it seemed like he was asking to assure himself if he did recognize the right person even though he knew it was him. He woud never forget his voice, his handsome face, his breath, his smell, his hands, his body and his eyes filled with bad intention. Never would he forget the suffering he witnessed when being captured in a dark, shallow basement.

The shock was too profound, the man he would be scared at for his whole life was just before him. His Phee he respected but suffered under was here, the same man who should be rotting in jail for abducting, torturing and abusing him was in front of him, wearing guard's outfit. He shouldn't be in broad daylight and enjoy this kind of freedom. The first warm tears escaped Arthit's eyes, dripping on his chubby cheeks, he took steps backwards. When he wanted to flee from there in the house, there was a click sound echoing behind him.

„Move and I'll fire at you!", the soft voice turned firm, serious and threatening.

The shorter man froze immediately on the spot, he didn't have any choice as to listen to his Phee again. He was scared! He was afraid to be punished again for disobeying him. Maybe because he knew how capable and insane the man behind him was, he had to obey him if he didn't want to get hurt again. Just like 3 years ago. Arthit turned to face him, P'Net holding a gun aimed at his direction, his hand close to the trigger to shot him the moment the shorter man took a step forwards to the entrance.

„Why?", tears kept flowing, Arthit was breathing faster, his heartbeat accelerating from the shock. „You... You let me go that time...", Arthit remembered that night the rain dropping down felt like an eternity. The dark night P'Net let him free to go to his Kongpob. It was the night he developed fear towards darkness, rain and strangers, he was terrified of every man who tried to touch him. It was the day he had panick attack and felt claustrophobic for the first time. Now the panick attack he was about to get treatment from, woke up from its deep sleep.

P'Net approached him, the closer he got to him, the harder Arthit's body was shaking like crazy. He wanted to scream for Kongpob, cry for help or fell unconscious to not confront such situation but his lips were tightly shut. His lips didn't dare to utter the taller man's name nor call for help to be punished after. Please Kongpob, help me... He said in his mind, hoping his soulmate would hear and feel him through their bond. Even if he didn't believe in telepathy, he hoped for wonder to happen. Someone to appear and save him.

The older man hold on in front of him, approaching him with his hand whereupon Arthit closed his eyes tightly, not brave enough to met his eyes nor feel his skin on his body. P'Net touched his cheek, chill running down the shorter man's spine. Arthit trembled so hard that his accelerating heart almost stopped beating, thumping too hard for the blood to follow its speed, it was too hard to provide his body properly with blood. His lips turned blue from lack of oxygen, he felt a hard lump stucking in his throat, it was hard to breath, he hyperventilated.

„Please... Don't hurt me... I'll... I'll do everything you want but please...", he stuttered, the words softly escaped his trembling lips, his voice quievering. Tears keeping flowing.

„Don't be scared... I won't hurt you again...", it hurted to know that he failed to make his Nong fall in love with him. It was painful to accept the fact that he was only a monster in the shorter man's eyes. A monster the latter was terrified of. A monster he didn't want to see nor been touched from. It was too late for a reconcilation. He lost Arthit forever. One thing was sure: The latter would never forgive him for torturing and trying to force himself on him.

The taller man touched his lips, P'Net's finger sliding from his upper lips down to his under lips, he didn't even waver to caress him after the torment he put him through. There wasn't any hint of remorse in his voice nor in his action. He still loved Arthit and wanted him for himself. He wanted to take him away from Kongpob but not the way be did it 3 years ago by abducting him and hiding him in a small basement. It was a stupid idea to listen to Dalika. Even if he was under her fetish and hypnose, he should had fight against her, trying harder to protect Arthit from her scheming. Because of his love for Arthit and his desire to monopolize him, he made a mistake that brought him in jail. A big mistake he would never be forgiven of.

While being touched by a Net, there was another man's picture going through Arthit's head. The person's name slipped through his lips, „Kong...pob", he sobbed his Kongpob's name, begging the man in front of him to let him go.

P'Net's expression changed abruptly, he made a serious expression, telling him to open his eyes for him. Arthit refused to move but the moment he heard Sun's and Kongpob's name slipping through P'Net's mouth, he opened his eyes, glaring at him with so much hatred.

„If you don't want me to hurt them then climb in the car!", there was P'Net's order.

Arthit's love for Kongpob and Sun prevented him from disobeying the taller man, He didn't want them to get hurt because of him. It's him P'Net wanted. He was after him after all so he should quietly follow him without putting his two men in danger. He entered the car, sitting on the driver's seat while his Phee sat on the passenger's seat, aiming the gun at him so the latter wouldn't dare to run away. Arthit's cellphone was ringing the whole time, nonstop as if wanting to disturb P'Net. Ringing nonstop as if the caller sensed the danger his supposed-to-be-wife was in. It was the tone Arthit put under Kongpob's name, the ringtone that should play whenever his Kongpob called him. P'Net commanded him to give him his cellphone, he brought it out, holding it in front of the latter. The older man took a look on the screen, reading the name „My H.", realizing that My H signified „My Hubby" in that case, apparantly it was the nickname Arthit gave his Kongpob as he decided to renew their sweet relationship that died years ago with his departure. Typical of him... Instead of being honest with his feelings, he would act more shy... That's my Arthit...

A soft smile appeared on the older man's face, „Shy like always, huh?"

Arthit ignored him, concentrating on himself to not snap out and try to make a run for it. He needed to stay calm if he didn't want to get hurt by being shot. Even though Kongpob didn't hear his cry for help, he was sure that the latter would find him. The latter would save him just like he did 3 years ago. I know you will find me, Kongpob. Please, don't cry untill then and wait for me, Sun. Even if he was scared, his trust towards Kongpob would never waver.

P'Net gave him the order to just drive on the raod till he gave him a direction. Before they left the Suthiluck's resident, the taller man threw Arthit's cellphone behind, the electronic device shattered into pieces when hitting hard on the ground. It was necessary to get rid of it since it could help the police to find them via GPS.

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Meanwhile Kongpob was calling Arthit nonstop, trying to reach him to assure himself that nothing happened to him. He had an odd feeling warning him that something happened to his love. The latter went an hour ago for grocery shopping but he didn't nor receive any message from him that it would take long with the shopping. It was unusual of Arthit to not call him when leaving for so long since he knew Sun would miss him and be insecure if he didn't see his mommy. Where are you, P'Arthit? I hope nothing happened to you. I hope, you're safe. He wanted his Phee to be safe but he couldn't get rid of the bad feelings that his man needed him right now. Why this insecurity again? Please, calm down, Kongpob... I'm sure he's safe. His heart was thumping hard, chill running down his spine.

Kongpob hung up but dialed his numer to call him again for the coutless time. Sun walked over to his busy daddy, holding onto his jeans, pulling on his leg to turn his attention on him. His eyes were staring at his lovely daddy, „Where is mommy?", apparantly he was looking for his mommy since he didn't see him for a whole hour.

Kongpob smiled at his son to not make the latter worry him unnecessary. He looked down to him, crouching down to his boy, ruffling his hair while smiling sweetly at him. „Mommy is on his way to you... He'll be back soon."

„Really?", a bright smile appeared on Sun's face upon hearing the good news. His mommy would arive soon and play with him. His daddy was awesome in playing games but he wasn't funny at all like mommy. Mommy did everything more funnier and would let him win too. Kongpob was too inexperienced even though he took care of Sun for more than 2 years and was the experienced one before Arthit arrive. Now the tide turned over and Arthit knew Sun more than him after spending more time with him in such short time, being aware of the little boy's preferences and reluctances.

The older man nodded that his mommy was on the way although it was a big lie. A white lie he needed to tell Sun to not make him cry for his mommy. If Arthit was only delayed on the way back to home, he would snap at him and reprimand him for worrying and making Sun cry for nothing. He needed to hold the line in the house while his wife was absent.

„Maybe, he's in the garage already... Should we surprise him and help him with the grocery?", it was a plan to distract the toddler from missing his beloved mommy.

The toddler nodded, smiling all ears while thinking of his mommy's funny and surprised face when seeing them in front of the door. Kongpob carried Sun in his arms, leaving the house to wait outside for Arthit, the boy clenching onto him to not fall down. They waited there for a while but there was no traces from him. But something was odd too. There was light coming from the garage. Kongpob went aside to the garage, it was really open for an unknown reason. There were many surprises waiting there for him. The car wasn't there. A bag filled with ingredients was on the ground, some fruits were shattered on the ground too, maybe falling out when the bag was dropped here. Did he let it here because he forgot something? Did he go out again?

Kongpob looked around, his heartbeat accelerating, his worries raising the longer it took for Arthit to return home. He turned around only to find a cellphone on the ground, he picked the device up, realizing that it was Arthit's.

„Arthit...", his man's name escaped his mouth in worry for the shorter man.

„Where is mommy?", Sun asked, sensing something from his father's worried face.

It was the moment when Kongpob regretted his decision to not had listen to his heart that wanted to him something. He knew something happened to him. His heart was warning him from something unexpected but he didn't take the warning serious to look out for him. Now it was late again! He didn't appear to Arthit's rescue. Just like 3 years ago when his soon-to-be-wife was abducted by his Phee and held captured in a basement. Did the same happen again? His eyes were filled with regret, worries and fear. Arthit, where are you? Please, tell me you're safe.

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After waiting for more than half an hour for Arthit outside of the garage's door, Kongpob wasn't sure whether to call the police or not. It was too soon to declare him missing. A person had to be missed for 24 hours before calling the police to guide a search operation. Arthit's disappearance was too odd to call it a disappearance. Did he really disappear or did something happen that he needed to smash his cellphone on the ground? To be kept in uncertainty, not knowing whether he was safe or not, was like a toture for Kongpob. It was the same helpless feelings he got 3 years ago as Arthit was abducted by P'Net... Their senior's image appeared in his mind. P'Net... No, I shouldn't think about him in this kind of situation... He's a jinx... I'm sure, P'Arthit is fine and unscathed, maybe he's just buying more ingredients that he forgot. His shattered cellphone didn't have to mean that something happened to him.

Sun was kept in the dark too, to see his father mumbling something he couldn't understand, having a serious expression darkening his usual friendly face, was too scary for the toddler. He didn't dare to ask his father whether his mommy was on the way back to them. Kongpob, too deep in thought, wasn't aware of the fact that he was scaring his son with his disturbing silence and serious expression that the child wasn't accustomated to. He decided to return in the house to think for a better way to contact him, Sun clenching even more onto him since he sensed his daddy's insecurities and uncertainty. A young child didn't develope such feelings like despair, fear and helplessness in such age but they could sense their parents' fear and negative emotions. Kongpob was like an open book for Sun right now, a complicated book the little boy could read for his young age.

The taller man returned in his house, letting Sun down on the ground even though the child clenched onto him and didn't want him to be let down. He walked from to and fro, racking his fingers through his air, ignoring Sun who was on the verge of crying. He was lost in his own thought, was so busy that he failed to notice Sun standing in his way, trembling while waiting for his daddy to comfort him that everything would be fine. However he accidently bumped onto the boy. Only now did Kongpob realize Sun's presence, the boy laying on the ground, his eyes filling with tears. Kongpob kneeled down to him, helping him to stand straight at his feet. Sun sobbed first, sniffing his tears and snot then begn crying loud. His tiny body hurted, a bump formed on his forehead from his head hitting against the ground. His father wipped the dust off his body, caressing at the bump on his forehead to calm him down.

„I'm sorry, Sun... I'm sorry Sun, I didn't mean to hurt you", he apologized, only now did he realize the little boy trembling for an unknown reason. When asking him if it was too cold for him, the boy answered that he missed his mommy. Kongpob took stock on himself, reflecting his own reaction till now. It didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't fair towards Sun for ignoring him the whole time.

However Sun couldn't stop crying even though Kongpob apologized many times. The little boy couldn't understand why his parents were acting strange today, playing with him and not telling him what was actually going on. He wasn't sure whether they were playing hide and seek. Kong took Sun in his arms, panting on his back to give him some comfort. It wasn't the right trick to comfort Sun since the latter didn't cease with the crying, calling for his mommy.

Kongpob seemed desperate and overwhelmed with this situation, he didn't knew how to calm down Sun. Surely Arthit wouldn't have such difficulty to make him laugh if he was here. Sun needed his mommy. He needed his man to be here too. Father and son needed Arthit in their lives to feel assured and safe. Kongpob was clueless about his man's whereabout, didn't knew who or where he should call to find the shorter man. He shouldn't call the Rojnapat and worry them over nothing. Maybe his friends or P'Seung Il would know about Arthit's whereabout. As he took his phone out of his pocket to dial the doctor's number while still carrying Sun, the doorbell rang suddenly. Arthit? Mommy? Father and son were agitated, sure to have find the right man they were expecting and waiting for. But why ringing? Arthit had a spare key with him so he shouldn't be ringing right now.

The taller man went to the door, a relieved smile on his face when opening the door but his smile dropped as soon as he noticed two persons in front of him. It wasn't Arthit but neither strangers too. They, a woman and a man in suit, were familiar. He would never forget their faces since they were the ones taking care of Arthit's abducting case 3 years ago. The polices from the missing department. But what are they doing here? He didn't want to meet them again for 2 simple reasons: Because he didn't want to remember Arthit's case again. Even if he would never forget the sufferings Arthit went through, he didn't want to reminisce about the day he lost his fiance and was kept in the dark about his whereabout for more than a week. The second reason was simple too: Because they were the one who didn't take care of his man's case properly, thinking that Arthit wasn't alive anymore and must be dead somewhere after a week of search. It was he who never gave up and found him in the end so he didn't think much of the polices as bunch of useless idiot he shouldn't see again. Even if the male officer seemed more capable and apologized for their mistake later, he couldn't forgive them for giving up on Arthit so fast, daring to tell him that they were searching for his dead body. Your fiance must be dead, my a**. Indeed bunch of incompetent idiots!

„What are you doing here?"

The polices showed their ID to identify themselves, asking him to be let in in his house. Kongpob was reluctant to let them set foot in his house but he didn't have a choice to let them in since they seemed to be here for important reason. They went in the living room, he didn't even offer them to sit down on the couch. Meanwhile Sun calmed down a little bit, sniffing but listening to their conservation.

„Please, come to the point. I don't have time for you right now", he rejected them, didn't want to spend more time with them. He needed to search for Arthit instead.

„I think you need to sit down to listen to what we're going to say now...", with this saying, Kongpob allowed them to sit down, he himself took seat in front of him, letting Sun sit down on his lap.

Both police kept quiet for a moment before beginning the conversation. She showed them a picture, it was an image of a man he didn't expect to see after those 3 years ago. P'Net! After meeting him for the last time in the detention room, he promised himself to never look back nor meet that man again or else he would kill him on the spot for revenge. Sun sensed his father all tensed up when seeing the picture, he reached out his hand to take the picture and see the image clearlier but his father retired his hand, holding his tiny hand so he would be calm for a minute. Kongpob averted his attention to the female police, sharpening his ear to not miss any reason why they visited him today. He gulped first, his body tense like never before, chill running down his spine. To see this picture again, didn't mean nothing good for Arthit and him.

„We're sorry for the bad news but we're here to announce you that inmate Net escaped from his cell yesterday night", she explained him, talking as soft as possible to not raise his fear nor his insecurity.

Kongpob's eyes widened in shock as soon as he heard P'Net being outside right now. He couldn't sit still anymore so he immediately stood up, doubting their incompetency. „What do you mean he escaped..."

„He received help from outside as he was on the way to the hospital after a suicidal attempt. Now we're searching for him..."

Kongpob gulped hard, his feet were about to give in to their weakness, he fell down in the couch, sitting down before collapsing from weakness. He stuttered first, „Where... How... I mean, how could something like that happen? You know how dangerous he is and you let him escape?", his voice raised, he forgot that Sun was there too. One thing dawned in the taller man's head, he clenched Sun's tiny hand in his own big hand without hurting him. „Why are you here instead of searching for him?", there was the question he wanted an answer from.

„We sent many cruiser to search for him but there's something we need to verify too."

This time the male officer brought out a picture, holding it in front of him to show him the image. Kongpob's eyes almost fell out of his eyelid when recognizing Arthit in the picture. It was the same picture P'Jane gave P'Net as she visited him in the prison a few weeks ago. The younger man's hands were trembling, his body temperature raising, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Sun recognized his mommy, a bright smile appearing on his already bright face, he was smiling from ear to ear, calling the man on the picture his mommy. He wanted to grab at the picture, this time Kongpob let him take his mommy's image. The police gave it to him, Sun caressing over Arthit's face, playing with the picture.

„We found Mr. Rojnapat's picture in the inmate's cell... Can you explain how his picture got in his hands?", the female police was curious to know the truth behind the picture.

„We know that Mr. Rojnapat is abroad but...", the male officer began talking.

Kongpob interrupted by standing up abruptly again, walking from to and fro. Everything made sense now. Arthit disappeared a few hours after P'Net escaped. P'Net was possessive and obsessed with Arthit, even abducted and locked him up in a basement. Don't tell me... Kongpob covered his mouth with his hand when puzzling the last pieces of the jigsaw, finally getting the answer he was searching for. He stopped in the middle of the living room, facing both officers. „Arthit is back in Thailand..."

The officers looked at each other, „Where is he now?"

„Gone... He went to for grocery shopping two hours ago but he didn't return till now", his voice quievered, he went to the table, showing them the shattered pieces of the phone and the bag filled with ingredients he found in the garage. „I found his phone shattered on the ground and the bag with ingredient. Everything was dropped on the ground", finally Kongpob was sure that Arthit did come back for them but something unexpected happened in the garage and he was forced to take a detour. Arthit, what actually happened? Please, be safe...

The female officer suddenly stood up, went in the floor to make a serious phone call, telling her colleagues to sent a cruiser in the Suthiluck's to protect them for the time being and wait there to see if Arthit would call them or Net come back for Mr. Suthiluck. The male officer asked Kongpob about a car whereupon the latter let him know about his care disappearing too. Since there could be a possibility that P'Net met Arthit and abducted him again, they could be moving on car. Kongpob gave him his license plate number, the officer ran to his senior to give her the number so they could make a search operation for them. After talking with her colleagues, they came back to him, assuring him that they would find Arthit Rojnapat this time and bring him back alive. He shouldn't worry but inform them if he received contact from Net or from his man. Kongpob remained there while the officers left to take care of their duty, he was motionsless, not moving because of the shock and the situation he didn't expect to happen. Why Arthit? Why my family? Why did something like this have to happen as soon as Phee returned from South Korea? Why so much bad luck after we decided to open a new chapter in our lives and begin our relationship from new?

Kongpob was on the verge of screaming and crying but he was frozen like a statue, his mind blank, his heart empty from any feelings, his whole body aching. He couldn't let out a cry of help since he would scare Sun. He didn't need to realize that his mommy was gone. For his son's sake, he gulped down the cry for help for the time being.

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Family Suthiluck, Rojnapat, also Arthit's friends, P'Seung Il and Aim met again under the same circumstance like 3 years ago. Arthit disappeared, he was abducted by P'Net. Kongpob called them as the police left him to search for P'Net and Arthit. The elders sat on the couch while the younger men were standing around them. Mr. Rojnapat was trying to calm down his wife, telling her that they would find him and she shouldn't detoriate her health by worrying too much about him. She was calm but something else happened in her inside, her mind was in chaos, she was worried for her son's wellbeing. 3 years ago she had to tremble for his life then he suddenly ran away in a foreign country after being saved. He came back few weeks ago only to tremble for his life again. Tears ran down her cheek without making much sound.

Everyone's celphone was on the table in the case Arthit escaped and called one of them or P'Net called to let them say their goodbye to Arthit in case he took him far away from them. Mrs. Suthiluck was left to take care of her grandson who was sleeping in her arms after eating the lunch she prepared for him. He was searching for Arthit the whole time so she could only calm him down by giving him food and promising him that he would see his mommy if he was brave, ate and slept like a good child. Because he wanted his mother to return to him, he listened to his grandmother and did everything she asked of him.

Once again Kongpob was leaning against the window, looking out for Arthit, almost running outside when seeing a young man who resembled his ex-fiance. Guilty feelings were eating him from inside, he blamed himself for letting Arthit getting kidnapped for the second time. He could hit himself for being so stupid but he didn't have any strength left to fight against himself. His eyes were red from too much worry, he couldn't take it anymore. The silence, the fear, the insecurity and the uncertainty were too much for him right now, they were killing him softly and slowly. He suddenly grabbed at his second's car key, leaving for outside. Aim and P'Knot followed him, the older man grabbing at him to hold him back, the younger man blocking his way to not let him escape their grips.

„Where are you going?", P'Knot asked him.

„Searching for him...", he said calmly but was agitated the more he had to wait for his Arthit to come back to him. He was in this kind of situation before and today he didn't want to wait like he did that time for one whole week. It was better to search for him instead of staying at home, doing nothing as waiting for the police to annouce the news to him. Surely Arthit was waiting for him to find him so he should look for him instead.

„Where do you think you can search for him? The police told us not to do anything but wait here", the older man reprimanded him, didn't want to let him go in such confused condition or else he would cause an accident later. Arthit would be mad at him and break their friendshiip if he let harm come to Kongpob.

„Do you intend of me to wait here and to twiddle my thumbs untill the police call us?"

„Yes, that's what I expect of you to do now! ...Aunty is breaking down because she has to tremble for her son's life again and Sun is waiting for his mother. You're not the only one suffering, Kongpob. You need to be there for aunty and for Sun... You need to be strong for Arthit. What should they do if you, the man in the house, break down too?"

„I can't look her in the eyes", Kongpob's eyes filled with tears but he hold them back for the time being. „I can't bear to see Sun and Aunty crying, missing P'Arthit... I can't bear to live with the guilt that I let P'Net take P'Arthit away again...", he clenched on his collar, feeling suffocated, „I can't stay here in safety while thinking of the many tortures he would be put through again". He tried to breath calmly but failed to do so, „It's my fault, P'Knot. I failed to protect him again..."

Knot took deep breath, turning away to hide his sad face and teary eyes. „Nobody is blaming you so don't blame yourself because it's not your fault, N'Kongpob. It's the prison's fault for letting him get away", it was his attempt to calm him down but Kongpob didn't listen to him.

„That's why I have to search for him! I don't trust those incompetent idiot of police. They can't to anything properly... P'Arthit is waiting for me. He's counting on me to look for him and find him", were the reason Kongpob needed to go out now and search everywhere for his pityful Phee.

Knot kept quiet for a moment, falling deep in thought, thinking that his best friend trusted their Nong so much that he would even put his life in his hands. Before he was disappointed in their junior's behaviour for neglecting his best friend while taking care of that witch Dalika but Kongpob changed for the better now. He was ready to risk everything for Arthit. He was ready to make it up to him and win him back in his life. N'Kongpob wasn't selfish nor bitter like he was 3 years ago but reasonable and daring than before. Surely Arthit must be waiting for Kongpob to take him back like he did that time. Maybe it was better to leave the matter in his hand instead of waiting for the police.

„Go... And please, be careful", Knott allowed him, nodding his head to him.

Kongpob wai-ed respectfully, thanking him but he asked him to take care of Sun and Aunty while he would search for P'Arthit. The latter nodded, promising him to stand on the ground in his absence. Kongpob was about to leave the house when he heard a little boy yawning behind him, calling to him.

„Daddy...", Sun walked over to him, almost falling down since he just woke up from his deep sleep but he managed to stay straight at his feet, continuing his way to his father instead of waiting for him to come to him first. He rubbed his eyes to stay awake and see clealier.

Kongpob turned to him, going on one knee, touching him on the head, „Hey big boy, what are you doing here?"

„Are leaving?"

His father felt ashamed to look the child in the eyes, blaming himself for allowing his mother to be taken away from him. He pitied the child to leave him here but he would return with his mommy to him. „I'm going to bring mommy back", it was more like a promise he made with his son.

Sun smiled brightly as soon as he heard his father going to bring his mommy back, he nodded when his father asked him to go back to his grandmother, be brave like a good boy and wait for them to arrive in a few hours. Even if it would take longer as a few hours, he would bring Arthit back to complete their family just like it should be. P'Knott took the little boy in his arms, both looking behind Kongpob till the latter disappeared in the corner, Sun waiving his goodbye to him. The younger man climbed in his second car, driving away while looking out for Arthit and P'Net.

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Arthit and Net were still on the road. After driving for more than 3 hours, Arthit lost track on the way. Before he remembered every road sign they passed by on the freeway to notice his whereabout and reveal it to the police if he got the chance to escape. But everything seemed in vain now. He wasn't sure where his senior was taking him to, panic taking over him. He looked out of the window, waiting for an opportunity where he could jump out of the car to escape from him, calculating his chance whether he would survive the sudden jump or would be overrun by cars.

„Don't try to jump out of the car or you'll end up hurting yourself badly", Net realized his intention, warning him to stay still and drive carefully like he told him. He let him know that driving cars would hit him if he landed on the road. But he didn't know that Arthit thought to die on the way as to accompany P'Net in an unknown place and spend more time with him only to suffer again. Everything else was better than being with his crazy senior.

While still aiming the gun at Arthit, Net smiled, telling him to bent in another road. Now they took the way to the forest, coming closer to the end of the road. Arthit was shaking again, not sure why they needed to be in the forest. He was afraid that P'Net would kill him instead of keeping him locked up like before.

„Don't worry, I won't hurt you", Net promised him again.

Even though the older man promised him many times not to harm him, Arthit couldn't believe him any of his words. Net promised not to hurt him 3 years ago and he believed him but he ended up hitting him whenever he disobeyed him in the basement. Arthit was afraid to went through the same torment, maybe it was better to die than witness the miserable life he would put him through again. Even though he choose to die than live with P'Net, he didn't lose his faith on Kongpob. He still waited for Kongpob to find him. This time he would make sure that his senior wouldn't escape the prison again like he told him on the road.

„Do you think I will believe you after the things you did to me?", Arthit glared at him with so much resentment, showing him how much he despised him right now.

Net remained quiet, only gazing at the younger man beside him. Both fell in silence, tension raising between them. It wasn't a healthy atmosphere but rather a suffocating atmosphere both would never manage to break between them. Neither could they forget the sad way their last meeting ended, Arthit couldn't forgive him for the past either.

Net turned on the radio to change the mood, a slow, romanctic music was played whereupon he hummed the song, moving his head along the rhythm. As the song ended, they began with the news, the journalist talked about today's happenings, suddenly mentioning about a certain inmate who managed to escape with the help of an outsider. The police were searching for the two dangerous men, one of them seemed to have kidnapped a young man. Net turned on the volume to listen clearlier to the journal. The journalist described only P'Net, mentioning that he disguised himself as a prison's warden. Maybe they didn't find information of his helper so they didn't describe him. Net looked at himself, he got rid of the prison officer's outfit a long time ago, now he was wearing dark jeans and plain grey Shirt, looking like a sane person on a trip with his best friend. If the police intended to catch him then they needed to update their information about him or else they would never find him under such circumstance. He took a look at Arthit, the shorter man seemed more determined to escape him after finding out that the police were looking for him. Apparantly Kongpob must had known about his abduction and must be on the search for him. He was relieved for such tiny news that seemed to be his hope for him.

The man in the radio asked the population for help and call the police under a certain number if they had any information about the escapees. As the journal ended, Net turned off the radio, still gazing at Arthit with so much adoration that the shorter man felt creeped out from him.

„I need to seek for the restroom", Arthit asked for permission to park somewhere on the roadhouse to go to the restroom.

„Nice try, Arthit! Do you think I'm stupid? Even if you need to go to the restroom, you'll have to hold it back till we arrive at the destination..."

It was a nice try to escape him but Net wasn't dumb to believe his lies after the encouraging news they just listened to in the radio. Now that he knew that they found out about him being kidnapped, his faith in Kongpob to find him, must had raised.

They finally arrived at the end of the raod, cars couldn't enter the deep forest anymore. Net told Arthit to leave the car but the latter refused, sitting on the driver's seat, not moving at all. He immediately locked up the door as the older man exited the car so the latter wouldn't have access to him, starting the engine to drive away in hurry. Net looked around to see if there were spectators around, he suddenly smashed his gun on the window that shattered into tiny pieces. Arthit immediately let go of the steering wheel, covering his head to not get hurt by the broken pieces of the window that bursted in every direction, pieces of broken glasses falling on his head, some cutting his face, leaving tiny scratches on his face. Net unlocked the door, opening it then dragging Arthit out of the car, pulling him to walk with him in the forest while holding the gun direct behind his back to teach him fear so he wouldn't run away again.

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Meanwhile Kongpob searched in every possible corner for Arthit, didn't find him anywhere after three hours of searching. He parked the car on the sideroad, holding his heavy head in his palms he leaned against the steering wheel, suddenly leaving a scream out. He exited the car, slamming the door, screaming again before crounching down on the ground. Cars drove past him, every driver taking a look at him when they passed him by. Some pedestrians were avoiding him, thinking of him as an insane person who couldn't think straight anymore. They weren't quite wrong with him turning crazy since he was on the verge of losing his calmness too. He thought every kind of pain and torture Arthit would suffer under P'Net's captivity. His poor Arhtit would break again.

Where are you, Phee? Please, give me a sign about your whereabout... He racked his fingers through his hair, heaving a heavy sigh, trying to lift the burden on his shoulders but failed to relieve himself from stress and fear. Where would I hide him if I was P'Net? All the sudden he remembered about P'Net wanting to take Arthit somewhere as he noticed that he was exposed by him on that rainy night. He wanted to move him somewhere else to hide him there. Kong got his motivation back, falling deep in thought, walking from to and fro while talking to himself about the place his senior would be hidden right now. Finally he remembered about Arthit mentioning a shack on the seaside to the therapist they were visiting to treat his fear from small rooms. It was P'Net's parents' weekend cottage and the latter told him once that he would like to spend a weekend with Arthit there as he was in his basement. Maybe it was the hideout he wanted to take him to fulfill his wish to spend the weekend with him. Kongpob jumped in his car, driving with an unbelievable speed, taking the way to the seaside that was deep in a forest.

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Arthit and P'Net finally arrived at their destination, they came in front of a sea, approaching the shack. Arthit refused to move further as he recognized the shack his senior talked to him about, turning back to face him. His expression serious like never before.

„I won't go further if you don't tell me what you're planing to do with me!"

„Like I said, I won't hurt you..."

„And I don't still believe you... Do you know what I went through in those 3 years after being rescued from your insanity?". He raised his voice since he had enough of his game that seemed like hide and seek, „You jerk locked me up in a tiny dark basement, took the light from me and hit me every day whenever I didn't obey you. I begged you not to hurt me and to let me go but you choose to torture me and betray the trust I put in you...". He clenched on his chest to vent out his feelings, he feelt too emotional right now. It was time to let go of his dark past and tell everything that bothered him. „I suffered because of you 3 long years. I developed claustrophobia, had countless panic attack and was afraid of every man touching me because I thought they would hit me like you did. Their touch and their smell suffocated me, it made me remember the many times you would come down and touch me..."

„I...", Net continued but was interrupted by Arthit.

The younger man didn't let him come to words either since he needed to confront him right now or else he wouldn't get this chance again. „I can't sleep every damn night because of countless nightmare of you touching and hitting me", he was panting, almost hyperventilating again since he couldn't control his emotion anymore. „I'm broke because of you and now that I choose to forget everything and lead a new life, you appeared again in front of me... You destroyed my life before but now you're reopning the old wounds that was barely healed from Kongpob and... Sun..."

„I'm sorry... I'm really sorry", he muttered many apologies, didn't knew how to mend the latter's anger so he let him speak further.

„I don't want your apologies...", he yelled at him. „Do you think a simple sorry could make everything better and forgiven?"

„I didn't want to hurt you... It was... It was that damn Dalika's fault!", he screamed back, didn't want to take every blame anymore. He knew he was the one who kidnapped him that night and locked him away from his family but it wasn't his plan from the beginning. There was another mastermind behind the plot. He needed to put the blame on someone else to feel better. The more bad the person he needed to put the blame was, the lesser he would less evil. Even though Dalika had her finger in the pie, he wanted to tell the truth so he would lessen his burden and guilty feelings.

„How the hell it's Dalika's fault?"

„Because she hypnotized me...", he spoke more softly, „She knew my unrequiered feelings for you and she used my one sided love to manipulate me... She did things to me you would never believe me about. That girl was the mastermind for everything you went through."

Arthit was shocked, suprised to find out that Dalika did sheme the whole kidnapping. He knew Dalika didn't like him because she wanted Kongpob for herself but he was sure that she would never sheme such evil plot against him to hurt him. She was capable of breaking them but she wasn't a person to hurt like that. He was confused, couldn't or rather didn't want to believe that a third person manipulated P'Net so much. Arthit shook his head, telling him that he wouldn't believe his lies anymore.

„I see... So Kongpob didn't tell you the entire story, right? I can understand why he kept her stories from you... I wouldn't tell you the truth either if I wanted you to forget the past."

What did he mean with Kongpob didn't tell me the entire truth? He was kept in the dark about that matter. Since he was more curious to know the secrets Kong was keeping from him, he forgot the dangerous situation he was in. If there was indeed secrets between them then why was Kongpob hiding them from him? When he wanted to ask more information about it, Net just aimed the gun at him, telling him to move or he would feel the need to shot him. Even though he assured him that he didn't come to harm but help him, Arthit didn't listen to him but remained stubborn. The older man had enough of him and approached him. Arthit waited for the right opportunity, suddenly jumped at him as the taller man got closer to him, both falling down to the ground, the weapon slipping out of his hand.

The shorter man laid above the taller man, Net trying to overturn him but Arthit pined him down to the ground. Net reached out his hand to the gun, trying to take it back but Arthit holding onto his hand, prevented him from getting the weapon back. Arthit wanted to live and return to his family so he fought with his life to save himself instead of waiting for Kongpob and the police to rescure him. This time had to fought for himself.

While Arthit and Net were restling to take the weapon, Kongpob got closer to them. He ran deeper in the forest to arrive sooner but there was a sound echoing in the air. It souded like a gun firing. His eyes widened in shock when he remembered the police warning him that P'net stole an officer's gun and was armed. No, no, no... Arthit. He had a bad feeling about it, his heartbeat accelerating, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest or out of his mouth. He froze on the spot for a moment then ran as fast as he could, begging every mighty gods to protect his Arthit.

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This was the little angst I talked about in the previous chapters :D It won't take long and the angst will end soon... let's get rid of the last obstacle that is on their way to happiness. Net is playing a big part this time too... But Arthit needs this situation to confront P'Net, forget his past and look forwards to the future instead of putting it aside and ignoring the truth :) (Sometimes running away wouldn't help much) Tell me what you think of this chapter :)