First of all I know that everyone watched the trailer many times but see it again to remember that something good is coming soon :D *.* Can't wait for it

Enjoy this chapter ;)

The song is And one by Taeyon (That winter the wind blows OST)

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Kongpob waited in front of his house, looked to the left then right to see if cars were coming from aside. Few cars drove past him so he waited till the road was free. As the road seemed clear, he bent in the main road, drove on the street with a big smile on his face. A smile bigger than never before. He could smile bright since the day began sweet. Today he was able to be close to Arthit again after 3 years of seperation. He hoped the day would end sweetly too.

After Kongpob left for work, Arthit still couldn't believe he allowed Kongpob to be so close to him again. His face was red, chill ran down his spine as if he was feeling cold even thought he felt too hot. The picture of him tying the tie for Kongpob appeared in his mind, only now was he aware that they were so close that their lips almost touched each other. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking about him. Come to your sense, Arthit. You didn't come here to be with your former boyfriend... Yeah, I'm here to take care of his son, Sun.

Even though he reprimanded himself to forget about the taller man many times, he couldn't forget him so easily like he wished for himself. His body temperature raised when thinking about him almost kissing Kongpob again while fixing the tie for him. He gulped, waving air to his face with his hand, trying to delete the picture from his mind but only to his vain. The picture remained glued in his brain, refusing to be forgotten.

„Mommy?", a sweet voice called.

Arthit looked up only to find Sun standing in his pyjama on the last step of the stairs, holding onto the banister to not lose his balance and fall down. The little child smiled brightly when he finally recognized his mother. The smile was so bright that it couldn't be compared to the sun in the sky. The little boy was called Sun but his smile was more warmer than this of the sun. One could say he had it from his mother Arthit.

Arthit's heart brightened as he saw Sun. He returned the smile with a genuine smile that could brighten every gloomy day, revealing his cute dimples. Arthit didn't knew but the moment he stepped in this house, his fate was sealed. He was bound to stay in Thailand, more like to stay in this house and spent the rest of his life with Kongpob and Sun. Someday he would learn to love Sun as his own son and love Kongpob as his husband.

Sun carefuly took the steps one by one down, holding onto the banister to not fall down. Arthit, as if he wanted to see if the child could climb up and down the stairs, waited till Sun arrived in front of him. The boy just hugged him, his arms wrapped around the taller man's legs. Arthit crouched down, caressing at Sun's head, making his hair messy.

„I'll take care of you today", he said with a bright smile, waiting for the boy's reaction to the news, more like the surprise he didn't expect.

A sweet scenario played in the little boy's face: his lips slowly went up, curving into a smile, there was a little dimple showing on his cheek, making him resemble his mother even more. So cute! Even Arthit admitted that Sun really looked like him although he wasn't his blood related son. He felt the urge to hug and cuddle him, play with him untill he was satisfied. But unfortunately he wasn't his real mother so he just pinched at his chubby cheek. Him pinching at his cheek let him remember about the old days as Kongpob pinched or caressed his chubby cheeks because it felt fluffy and warm. Now he was doing the same at the younger man's son.

Sun felt happy to spend more time with his mommy so he couldn't hold back his smile anymore. Arthit carried him in his arms then went with him in the kitchen, taking the note Kongpob left him on the refrigerator's door. He read it. Here was the information on the list: Wake Sun up 8 in the morning, bath him, make him something to eat, entertain him or watch his favourite children cartoon with him. From noon on, he would eat lunch, have an afternoon sleep then play with friends in the children's playground. Afterwards he had to entertain him again till Kongpob came back. He sighed after reading the long list the taller man left for him. How should I do everything this day? I never took care of a child before.

Again another sigh escaped his mouth. Even though he didn't try it untill now, he was already desperate and overcharged with so many task. It'll be tiresome. Why did I agree to take care of Sun anyway? His eyes went over the side note on the list. It was about Sun's most favourite food. They were bland dishes just like his father loved. The similarity between father and son didn't allow Arthit to let it go without commenting.

„Tsk, like father, like son", he mumbled, earning the boy's attention.

„Huh?", Sun asked.

„No, nothing". Arthit replied, shaking his head. He didn't want to let him know that he was cursing about his father and him.

The shorter man tried to memorize the task written on the note but he couldn't since it was too much for him. He just shoved it in his pocket so he would take it out every time he needed it. He climbed the stairs up to Sun's bedroom, letting the boy sit on the bed. The picture frame whose image was covered on the bedside cabinet was the first object he laid his eyes upon. He walked over there, looking at the hidden picture. His curiosity was overwhelming, he wanted to look at it. His arm reached out for the picture, it was trembling. He could lift up the picture but his hand froze just before it revealed the image of the person. I shouldn't be curious. It's not my place to be curious or look at a stranger's belongings.

He gave up on his intention to see the person on the image, refusing to look at it to avoid being hurt again. Arthit didn't hold himself back out of respect for the owner of this house but for his own sake. If Dalika's face was in the picture, he wouldn't withstand it either. He knew it must be Dalika's, Sun's real mother, picture so he wanted to save his weak heart to bleed again from pain by fighting against his curiosity.

After deciding to let it be, he returned to Sun, smiling at him before going in the bathroom to prepare for a bad. He went back in the bedroom then opened the wardrobe to search for Sun's cloths he would wear after the bath. There were many cloths, ordered neatly colour by colour, the clothes supposed for cold weather were below. It's just like Kongpob. Such a clean freak. Certain people would never change. The talk was about his former fiance. Kongpob was and would always be a neat man who needed to have evertyhing in order while Arthit didn't care about cleanness or order. The big difference between them would never change either.

He took a blue jeans and a red Shirt, placed them neatly on the bed then took the boy in his arms. They went in the bathroom, the older man put Sun in the bathroom. As the warn water reached half of the bathtube, he put liquid soap to foam it. He went onto his knees, taking water with his hand to splash it on the boy's shoulder. Sun sat in the bathtube, felt refreshed but enjoyed the bath with his mother too. It was the first time he could take a bath with his mommy and not with the nanny he loved too but didn't enjoy since she wasn't his mommy after all. He was grining the whole time. It didn't take long till he suddenly began to play with water like a little child would do if he was put in a bathtube filled with lukewarm water. The water splashed everywhere, even onto Arthit. Arthit laughed, turning his head aside to avoid his face from getting wet. But it was too late. He was soaked from head to toes.

„Thanks for making me shower for the second time", he said while smiling.

Somehow he couldn't be angry at Sun no matter the circumstance. The boy was so cute that he didn't even bother to reprimand him. He took off his Shirt, Sun stared at his nude chest, was confused about the fact that Arthit didn't have ample chest like his best friend's mother. Unfortunately he was still convinced that Arthit was his mother, didn't even know that the shorter man was a man and not a woman like his best friend's mother. The older man walked to the sink, letting his Shirt on it, showing his back to the boy. Sun's happy face suddenly disappeared, his eyes were fixed at Arthit's back, most likely his right flank.

„Mommy, wound", Sun suddenly said.

Arthit's eyes widened in shock when he understood Sun. Surely Sun was talking about the fifteen centimeter length cut on his right flank. He turned to him, looking at him, speechless about the little boy's shocked reaction to the cut on his back.

„Mommy hurt", Sun said with tears filled his eyes.

Sun was on the verge of crying since he thought Arthit was hurt and in pain. He was too young to notice that it was a scar and not a fresh wound. It was an old wound that needed to be made 3 years ago to save his life. It was the real reason he had to leave Thailand for South Korea. It was the reason he didn't want Kongpob to find out. Arthit hurried to Sun who was already sniffing, almost crying by himself. He kneeled before him, caressing at his head.

„Don't cry...", he tried to calm him down but tears kept streamed down the child's face.

Sun cried, sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. Arthit was desperate, couldn't find any lie to tell the boy so he wouldn't cry anymore.

„Mommy's not hurt", he decided to speak to him as if he was his mother. Arthit's voice was so soft that it reminded Sun of the voice of an angel he saw last week in an animation movie.

Sun ceased with the crying, he looked up to him, waiting for his explaination. Arthit lied to him that it was just painted but he shouldn't tell his father about it or else he could be worried about him. Since he didn't want his father to be worried, he told Sun to never tell him about it. The boy nodded as agreed. They even made the pinky promise to not tell the secret to anyone. Arthit knew Sun was a little child who would forget the promise easily but he hoped Kongpob wouldn't understand him if Sun told him about the scar on his back. He sighed then continued bathing Sun.

After washing him and drying him in the bathroom, he put him to sit down on his bed in the bedroom, the little towel wrapped around his little body. He helped him to wear the red Shirt but couldn't find any diaper in the room. Do he still need diaper for his age? Now he didn't knew what to do anymore but he finally remembered that he could ask his mother for advice. It was too embarassing to ask Kongpob about that matter so he called his mother.

„Mae, does a 2 years old child still needs diaper?", he came straight to the point as she picked up the call and they exchanged greetings.

„Hm, let me think", she waited a little bit, playing the hard thinking mother. „Most children in those age don't need diapers but I can't generalize it. Hm, let's say it's depent on the child's development itself."

He rolled his eyes, thinking she gave him the best reply. Now she made him more confused with her answer that didn't help him either. He laid his fist in his waist, rubbing at his warm forehead.

„But why are you asking anyway?"

„Uh... nothing... I'm just curious", he didn't want her to find out that he was babysitting Kongpob's son. Before he left his house in the morning, he lied to her that he wanted to visit his old seniors from the university because he didn't met them for a long time. „I'm with my senior's daughter and he told me to look after her for a while."

„Which senior?", now she was curious about the allegdly senior.

„Ähm... P'Tum", was the first name that quickly came to his lips. He shook his head for his stupid and slow brain. P'Tum didn't have a daughter but he hoped his mother wouldn't notice his stupid lie anyway. Since he had the answer he needed to hear, he went to search for any diapers in the wardrobe but didn't find any. He came to the conlcusion that Sun must be old enough so he didn't need any diapers anymore. To prevent his mother to ask more question, he told her that he had to hang up and take care of P'Tums daughter.

As he gave her a reply that he would return late home, he bidded farewell with her and hung up the phone. He helped Sun to wear the clothes he laid for him on the bed. Arthit felt cold, was trembling slightly. Beside he couldn't wear his wet Shirt either. Since it would take too long for the Shirt to dry, he decided to take one of Kongpob's Shirt to wear for the meantime. He left Sun on his bed after making him promise him not to climb down then went to the opposite's room. He opened the door to the taller man's bedroom, wanted to step in but he suddenly froze on the spot with one foot set in the room and his hand clenched on the door handle. Only now did he remember that it wasn't Kongpob's and his bedroom. It was Dalika's and Kongpob's private place. Better not to evade their privacy. Maybe he wouldn't like it.

He felt a stabbing pain in his chest when thinking that Dalika slept together with his... No, Kongpob isn't mine anymore. It was painful to admit that Dalika had slept with Kongpob in the same bed. He didn't assimilate it well that the same Dalika he loathed shared a bed with his former fiance. Yes, he hated it. He rubbed his chest to ease the pain. His brain didn't help him either because it let him imagine Kongpob and Dalika cuddling each other in bed, the blanket covered over them, the taller man kissing her on the forehead, going further to her lips... No, I shouldn't think about something that don't concern me. Arthit tried to bane the picture of his former fiance kissing Dalika in their bedroom.

Arthit stepped back, waiting in front of the room, dwelwing if he should enter or not or write Kongpob a message to ask for his permission first. It could be that Kongpob was in a meeting so he didn't want to disturb him. After thinking a while about it, he wrote the following on LINE: „My shirt is soaked after bathing Sun. Can I borrow one of your Shirt?", was the message he sent the younger man without any intention hidden behind it.

It was a simple question he sent him but he destroyed Kongpob's calmness with the little question. The taller man, sitting in the meeting room with his colleagues around him, waited for the meeting to begin. All the sudden he felt a vibration in his pocket, it came from his cellphone. He wanted to take a look at the message before the meeting started but it was a biggest mistake. It was something he didn't expect either.

His eyes widened in surprise when reading Arthit's message about him being wet and wanting to wear his clothes for a change. His heart skipped a beat, his face red than the colour red itself as he imagined Arthit naked in his bedroom, taking his Shirt... Yes, taking my Shirt to wear. His body temperature raised, he felt hot and gulped heavily at the dirty thought. His fantasy didn't stop there, he imagined more than he should had. Maybe Arthit's pants were wet too, he took them off too and... There was more to come but Stop! He screamed mentally to prevent himself for dirtying his mind he needed for the presentation. Stop it, Kongpob. For your own sake, don't go further with you wild fantasy. He shook his head to forget the picture of Arthit wearing his clothes but it couldn't be shaken off no matter how hard he shook his head. Arthit's so hot, so cute, so beautiful, so seductive, he's tempting me. He touched his lips, licking his lower lips. His lips curved up in a dirty, seducing smile. He felt too hot, his heart throbbing too hard for his chest to handle it.

„Pop...", there was a voice calling him but it sounded from afar.

Kongpob was too indulged in his own world, smiling like an insane person who just escaped a psychiatric clinic. Something shook his shoulder hard, he looked in front of him only to find P'Cha shaking him, waving his hand close to his face to wake him up from his daydream.

„Your nose is bleeding", the older man told him.

„What?", only now did he notice that blood dripped from his nose. He took the tissue P'Cha offered him then held it on his nose, trying to staunch the nosebleeding.

„Are you alright?"

He nodded, „Yeah", he knew he didn't have to worry about him since he wasn't ill but was just thinking about something dirty that went on his head and caused the nosebleeding. No, it was the seductive picture of Arthit that caused his nosebleeding.

Kongpob left the meeting room to enter the restroom, washing the blood from his nose and hands. He regretted reading the message Arthit left for him since it took his concentration away. The image was still stuck in his mind. „How should I work now?", he mumbled the question before quickly replying „Go ahead" and rushing back to his colleagues who were already welcoming their colleagues from the other company. With a smile on his lips, he greeted the CEO of the ICE company while thinking that it was the first time in 3 years that he could smile in happiness again.

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Arthit went in Kongpob's bedroom after he read the reply that he could go ahead with his intention. He carefuly went in as if the room would swallow him whole or he would break something if he wasn't careful anough. So afraid was he to touch anything in the room that wasn't his. Even if he didn't want to evade their privacy, it didn't prevent him to look around out of curiosity. The bed was left neatly, typical Kongpob. His work table was on the left side, a big wardrobe on the right side. Television laid on a shelves was on the opposite side of the bed. To his surprise there wasn't any picture of Dalika hanging on the wall or on the bedside cabinet. There was a picture frame on the shelves but it was turned upside down just like the picture in sun's room. Another bigger picture frame was hanging on the wall on the opposite to the bed, one would always look at the image whenever one laid on the bed. The picture was turned too so the image couldn't be seen. He walked to the wardrobe, opening it. the clothes were ordered, jeans on one side, shirt on the other side. There were mainly dark clothes and expensive suits. His fingers went over the many shirts hanging on the hangers as if searching for the best one between them.

His finger suddenly halted on a shirt that took his interest. It was the white blue stripped shirt Kongpob wore on their first date as the latter asked him to company him to buy a gift for his niece. He liked that Shirt from the first time he saw him wearing it but he never went over himself to admit it. It was 6 years ago. That time Kongpob looked like a handsome doll who just came into life, it made him look more handsome, showing his sweet side. Not like the latter wasn't handsome anymore but that time was special for Arthit. It was the day he realized that he could feel jealousy too when the taller man gave more attention to N'Prae than to him. A sweet smile played on his lips when reminiscing about the sweet past.

Yeah, exactely this one did he want to wear. He took it out, wanted to leave but waited in the middle of the room, staring at the kingsized bed. One side must be Kongpob's, the other side Dalika's. Sadness was written on his face. He caressed on at the bed to feel the softness of it. It would feel comfortable to lie on it. He would like to sleep on it to see how comfortable it would be but he just managed to sit there for a moment, sinking in the soft matress. He moved in the bed to see if it could withstand any weigh. His hand went over the smooth bedding. After sinking in the quiet moment, he took a deep breath from Kongpob's shirt he hold in his hands. It still had Kongpob's scent. His smell he liked, loved and adored so much. His scent that made him overwhelmed and made him insane, thinking he was being controlled by lust mixing with pleasure. Memories of their past flashed back in his mind. He admitted it that he was happy with Kongpob. The younger man brought him so much happiness and made him crave for more of him till he was obsessed with him as if he was a new kind of addictiob. Nobody would ever remplace Kongpob in his heart. He loved him too much. His eyes shone since they were filled with tears, Arthit was so overwhelmed with emotions that he was on the verge of crying. Why did our lives turn like that? Why did our relationship came to an end? I still love him...

„Mommy?", a soft voice called him whereupon he immediately adverted his attention to the place the voice came from. Sun was standing in between the door, looking at him.

Arthit smiled at him then quickly put on the Shirt he choose to wear. Together with Sun in his arms, he went back in the kitchen, put Sun down to sit in the high chair that was specially made for children. As he brought out the note Kongpob left for him, he started to search for the ingredients he needed for Sun's breakfast. „Toast with fried eggs, slice it in little pieces for him to be eatable and give him orange juice or milk to drink". „If he asked for yoghurt, there was a children's yoghurt too."

Great! The refrigerator was almost empty, there was only a few gabbages like paprika, carrots and tomatoes but not much that were needed to make healthy lunch. Maybe Dalika's mother used most of the ingredients to prepare food for her daughter's memorial.

He heaved a sigh. Since the morning, he caught himself sighing more and more. Not because he didn't like it here but because he felt slowly overchallenged. After bathing Sun, he noticed how it badly affected his back to kneel down for the whole time. He thought about how every mother managed to bath their children without having any back pain. I'll search for in the internet later if there's a methode how to bath a child without overduing it. He tapped on his back to lessen the pain, stretching on his back.

Arthit took two eggs out of the refrigerator, put them in the pan to fry them. While making breakfast for Sun, he decided to buy some ingredients later. Sun was observing his mommy the whole time, feeling happy about it, he bounecd in his children's chair, swinging from to and fro. Arthit missed the joyful smile on the child's face. He would had laugh or return the smile if he did saw him observing him and making grimaces out of happiness. He even missed how Sun admired him as a beautiful mother.

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Arthit and Sun were in the market, buying food he needed to prepare for lunch. Sun sat in the shopping cart, Arthit rolling it, taking the ingredients he needed to place them in the cart. Of course the little boy didn't rest calm at all. Every time he found something to his liking, he would point at it and sulking at mommy to buy it for him. Most of the foods he wanted were sweets. The new and inexperience mother would buy it for him, didn't even question himself if so much sweets were healthy for him. He just wanted to make the child happy as the new nanny so he didn't think much about the consequences of a child eating too much sweets. Beside he himself had a sweet teeth anyway.

Two women approached Arthit with their carts, they came here to buy some ingredients too but ended up spotting Sun with an unknown handsome man. This man was Arthit Rojnapat but they didn't knew him yet. Curious about the man's identity, they went to have a chat with the cute man with the fair skin and sweet dimples who was laughing with their handsome neighbour's son.

„Hello.... Sun", they greeted them.

„Are you fine?", the taller woman asked Sun, pinching on his chubby cheek. It was always her way to greet Sun whenever she saw him.

Even though Sun always pouted whenever she touched him like that, she never realized that he didn't like it to be pinched on the cheek. She was busy with herself to notice it anyway but Arthit already realized that Sun wasn't hapy about the way she treated him as if he still was an adorable baby. Anyway Sun nodded as a yes that he was doing fine. Why wouldn't he be content? He met his mommy he waited so long for so of course he would be overjoyed right now.

Arthit wai-ed at them to greet them because they seemed to be more older as him. They introduced each other as Mr. Suthiluck's neighbours and showed each their daughter who was sitting in the cart too just like Sun did. While they were asking about Arthit's identity, their 3 children were talking in their children's languages only they could understand.

„I'm Arthit, Kongpob's... I mean Mr's Suthiluck's former...", he was about to introduce himself as Kongpob's former fiance but thought that it would give them negative idea if he told them about his relationship with the taller man. They would question him why he was helping him to look after his son and force him to admit that he wasn't over Kongpob yet so he decided to hide their past for his own sake. „I'm his", as he was about to correct himself that he was his new nanny but Sun beat him to it.

„My mommy", Sun answered the question about his identity before he could even came to word. The little kid was smiling as if he did him a favour by telling them about Arthit being his long awaited mommy.

Arthit facepalmed, couldn't believe Sun revealed his identity to them while he was trying to hide it from them. Today he learnt his lesson. Don't trust children to keep your secret. They'll beat you to it if you try to tell lies. Surely, he will tell Kongpob about my scar too. Arthit caressed at Sun's hair, smiling so bright like never before. He even mumbled the word „rascal" through gritted teeth that only he could hear.

Meanwhile the little boy was smiling here and there. There was a reason why Sun wanted to let them know about Arthit being his mommy. He always saw his daddy being uncomfortable whenever the neighbouring women were touching him as if he was some attraction they could touch whenever they felt like it. Sun was a child but could notice the strange behaviour of those women. But he was too little to realize that they were just flirting with his good looking daddy. Because he wanted them to leave his father alone, he told them the truth. After all Arthit was his daddy's plekious... He forgot the name Kongpob always called Arthit in his presence. It was his precious sun. his light that went out and left him in complete darkness.

Now the two women were bombarding Arthit with too much questions he couldn't answer them in 10 minutes. How should he escape from here? He looked at the watch around his wrist, just similated for coming too late for his next meeting. He excused himself that he needed to be on his way or else he would be late, maybe they would talk when they meet again. Of course, Arthit hoped he wouldn't meet the busybody women again. But he didn't know yet that he was fated to meet them daily as he set foot in Kongpob's house again.

After paying for the ingredients at the counter, he quickly rushed out of the supermarket to avoid them. Arthit left them but it didn't mean that he wouldn't be the next hot topic in the neighbourhood for the next two weeks. Finally the two bored middle aged housewives found a new subject to gossip about.

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Arthit was now in the kitchen, making lunch for Sun and him. He stirred the soup in the pot, looked behind to Sun but found the boy swinging from to and fro in his high child's chair. The chair was wobbling while Sun was playing in it.

The shorter man was scared he would fall down, „Sun, stop what you're doing. I don't want you to fall down", was his reason for him to stop playing dangerously.

As he made sure that Sun remained calm, he adverted his attention to his food, tasted the soup to see if it needed more salt or not. It tasted great. No, it didn't need anymore salt. Without his mommy knowing about it, the little boy managed to stand up and climb on the table. Thump! It was the sound that echoed in the kitchen as something fell on the ground. Arthit, having the instinct that something bad happened behind him, immediately turned back. Sun was laying on the ground, motionless. Shock took over Arthit, he froze on the spot, his eyes widened in fear. He ran to the unconscious Sun, kneeling down beside him, his hands trembling when reaching out to the boy. Out of fear he retired back his hand, his whole body shaking in fear.

He reached out again to him then shook him gentle on the shoulder, „S... Sun?", his soft voice called for the boy but Sun didn't wake up.

His whole body was shaking by the sight offering to him. The little boy being hurt, laying there unconscious and he being helpless about it, was like torture. He was insecure, didn't know what he should do to help the child. He called him again but there was no reply from the boy. He laid his hand under Sun's head, lifted him carefully then leaned him on his lap. There was something wet on his fingers. As he looked at his palm, he found red colour staining his hand. It was blood. Sun was bleeding at the back of his head. Sun, the little boy who called him mommy wasn't moving aynmore. Now that he began to like and cherish the little boy, something bad had to happen. Why? Arthit panicked, his brething accelerated so hard that it could be heard in the room, his heart thumping so hard that it hurted in his chest.

All the sudden he shook him harder on the cheek, screaming his name, hoping he would hear him and wake up. But Sun didn't still move. Desperate times called for deperate measure. The shorter man quickly brought out his cellphone, searching for Kongpob's number. Although it was urgent matter, he didn't manage to find his name out of confusion, fear and shock. He just wrote his number he somehow memorized without even knowing the reason why. It went through. The taller man was in a restaurant, eating with his colleagues as the phone vibrated in his pocket again. He took the phone out, Arthit was calling. This time he didn't want to take the call and have dirty mind again but he had a strange feeling. He felt suffocated, his heart felt like it was squeezed. Since he couldn't ignore his Arthit, he picked up the call.

Arthit kept silent even thought Kongpob greeted him. He couldn't state the reason for him calling because he was scared the latter would be mad and disappointed at him for allowing his son to get hurt. Maybe Kongpob would judge him that he purposely left him unguarded because Sun was Dalika's son. But it wasn't like that. He was just careless for a moment and it already happened.

There was a long silence on the other end. Suddenly a sobbing could be heard on Arthit's line. Kongpob was immediately in high alert, worrying about his P'. The smile he had on his face as he read that Arthit was calling him, dropped immediately.

„What happened?", the younger man asked first, was in panic too but wanted to remain calm for the time being. Calm down, Kongpob. Maybe it's not something bad.

„Sun... I'm sorry, Kongpob... Sun is... Sun is hurt", Arthit managed to say between his many sobbing he couldn't control no matter how hard he tried to hold back his tears. So much did the kid meant to him. So much did he care about Kongpob's opinion about him. He was scared. Scared to be hated by father and son.

„What happened?"

„He hit his head on the ground and he won't wake up... I call him but he won't wake up. What should I do Kongpob?", Arthit asked, feeling desperate and scared like the time as P'Net abducted him and locked him in the small basement.

Somehow a heavy feeling loaded off the taller man's chest as he heard that Arthit wasn't badly hurt but Sun hit his head. Don't misunderstood him! He was worried about his son's condition but not scared anymore since he knew his son would wake up soon. Sun was strong like him after all. Beside the kid would permant hurt himself because he was a lively boy, a child who didn't know any fear yet. He'll be fine. Kongpob remained calm since he knew his son well, he was an experienced father after all.

„First of all, you have to calm down, P'Arthit", Kongpob deep but soft voice spoke to him, trying to give him the feeling he wasn't alone in this unexpected situation.

Arthit nodded but the tears kept streaming down.

Kongpob though long about how to calm down Arthit. There was only a way to take his fear and insecurities away. „Can you see if he's still breathing?"

Arthit's hand approached Sun's small nose, it trembled by the thought that the boy couldn't be breathing. What should I do if he's not breathing? I wouldn't survive it either. He held his finger under Sun's nose, warm exhaled breath brushed on his finger. „He's breathing", Arthit said agitated, was happy about the fact that he was breathing but he was still worried about him.

„Good... call ambulance now."

„Uh... Okay", Arthit hung up to dial the ambulance's number.

After talking with the emergency central, informing them about the little accident and Sun's condition, he hung up to take care of Sun in the meantime. His arm was around Sun. Even though his arm was feeling numb, he didn't think about letting go of the little boy. He looked at him, his tears falling on the boy's face. His hand caressed at Sun's cheek, he went with his thumb over the child's cheek, telling him that he was there for him and everything would be alright again. According to him, Sun shouldn't be scared either. He whispered to him, „My sun."

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Arthit went from to and from in front of a room, waiting for the doctor in charge to come back and tell him about Sun's condition. They arrived here thirty minutes ago and the paramedic took Sun straight in a room followed by a physician but he was told to wait here while they would take care of his son. According to the paramedic, Sun's life wasn't in danger bur he was still worried. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest. The waiting felt like torture. Not knowing if everything was alright or not was killing him slowly. He blamed himself for not being careful enough. It's my fault that he's hurt.

Arthit took his cellphone, found Kongpob's number in the contact list then saved it as speed dial number 8, after his parents, Ai'Knot, P'Seung Il, Ai'Prem, Ai'Bright, Ai'Toot. If something would happen again, he would find his number faster. He heaved a heavy sigh, couldn't stand still nor think straight. As he turned back, he finally recognized a young man coming towards him. It was his Kongpob. The latter looked like an angel coming to save him from his misery. There was an invinsible halo over Kongpob's head. The moment he saw Kongpob, he knew that man was the only one who could take his pain away. The only one who could take his worries, fear and insecurities away. Right now, he needed that man beside him. Without thinking much about it, Arthit walked over to Kongpob, hugging him suddenly, closing his eyes then sobbing in his arms. Kongpob, surprised at the embrace, froze on the spot since he didn't expect the hug. The taller man felt something like water falling on his shoulder. It was warm. They were Arthit's tears. The younger man leaned his arm around Arthit's back, his other hand laid on Arthit's head, patting on his back.

„It's okay... He'll be alright", Kongpob whispered to Arthit, his sweet voice sounding like angel's music in the latter's sensitive ear.

Arthit tighened the embrace, he was sobbing in silence. Whenever he felt hurt, Kongpob would always manage to calm him down. This time it wasn't different either. His heartbeat slowly calmed down. To cry on Kongpob's strong shoulder helped him. N'Kong would always be his remedy, painkiller and drug.

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What do you think of this chapter? Write your opinion about it in the comment section ;)
And I'm curious to know about how you find Sotus S trailer *.* I wanted them to focuse on Kongpob and Arthit only but have to be satisfied with it. The new couples are not bad either... *sniff* where are the other senior? Knot, Toot? Did Wad disappear again like he always did in season 1?