#arthitkong

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I’m almost done watching Sotus BUT these scenes are so similar. I’m going to stick with ArthitKong and WinTeam have a connection somehow. And this is my only proof 😆😆

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I couldn’t even say exactly how many shows I’ve watched since SOTUS ... and Our Skyy... and then SOTUS S at this point. Or how many dramas I’ve watched in general over the last couple months.

But so far no matter what I watch or how many I see, Arthit/Kong (and by association, Krist/Sing) always, always make me happy. And I just watch every single thing I come across with them in it. Like, to the point that if I find a compilation or music video for them on YouTube, I’ve already watched every “up next” sidebar recommended video (it’s a problem, I know).

I’ve also rewatched all three straight through, which I haven’t done for anything else so far (tho I keep wanting to watch Trapped again, so I probably will soon). I also will randomly pull up the episodes that have my favorite scenes and watch those bits again just because it makes me happy.

There’s something really special about A/K in SOTUS for me and I just really love them?? I love every time Arthit caves in and says / does the thing Kong wants. Like saying “I love you” when Kong thinks he isn’t going to.

One of my favorite moments is when they’re on the beach and they talk about wishing on a star and Kong says he would wish for Arthit to say “I love you” to him every day. And Arthit is like “don’t be silly” and Kong sort of sulks and looks away. Noticing that, Arthit softly, but earnestly, says “I love you.” And Kong just LIGHTS UP. And then gets bold and asks him to say it again. And this is the bit that is my favorite...

Arthit says, “No, that’s enough. You will get tired if I say it too often. You may not believe it. Saying it or not... I love you, anyway.”

And he smiles at Kong. Who smiles back. Because even when Arthit refused to repeat it again, he definitely did anyway. He shared how he feels while still giving Kong what he wanted. And it’s such a loving and tender moment. That’s followed by Kong saying “I still love you more and more every day. My love for you never wears down.”

Their relationship isn’t butterflies and rainbows but the thing that causes problems in their relationship is their own personalities and having to learn how to exist in a relationship together. Which is realistic without being tragic for the sake of ~subverting cliches or happiness in romance.~ (sorry but imo killing characters or making them break up for the sake of being ~unique~ or whatever the hell writers use as an excuse is dumb to me, cause I watch romance shows for happy endings not for “““realism””” - as if loving couples that stay together isn’t realistic). In real relationships, you have to work around two different people finding their balance and comfort and figuring their shit out. The struggles caused by that are more realistic than anything else. And LGBTQ+ stories are already rife with bullshit people call “realism” that is just tired and old.

Oops, soapbox rant. I digress. ANYWAY. Arthit/Kongpob is my favorite couple and story arc in SOTUS, SOTUS S and their episode of Our Skyy. The character development that Arthit goes through in the three stories is great. Becoming more comfortable with himself and his relationship with Kong. And more confident and braver, too. And Kong grows as well, he learns to be more mature, he learns to stand up for his own feelings and actually tell Arthit when what he’s doing hurts him. And the moments when they triumph over their own struggles as people and as a couple are so much more worthwhile.

Plus Singto has the prettiest, sweetest smile and it makes me happy every time I see it, which doesn’t hurt one bit. XD And Krist’s shy/embarrassed smile is so cute. The face he does when he kinda goes “ohhh” and nods as he looks away. Fave. And the fact that Krist’s character’s name (Arthit) means the sun, but in reality, every time Krist tries to look at Singto like in a staring contest or when Singto puts on the smolder, it’s like looking into the sun for Krist and he has to look away. (There’s a behind the scenes clip where Sing/Kong is saying to Krist/Arthit “I also have a duty to you, as your boyfriend” and Arthit just nods shyly. Then they call cut, and Krist like, melts and falls down. And it’s so cute and funny.)

I just have a lot of feelings, okay. I’m not good at romance in real life (p sure I’m aromantic), but I love love stories. So finding a really good one that fills me with joy like this... it just feels nice. Arthit/Kongpob are special to me and I think that isn’t gonna change any time soon. And as a result I’m a total Sing/Krist Stan. But half their friends ship them, too, so at least I’m in good company XD

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SOTUS/Our Skyy Male Characters with Jewelry

Gifs are not mine and are now credited.

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Omg omg why so cute l😍😍😍😍

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Sotus&2Moons(2)_KongArthit&MingKit

Alike, yet Different_Nevertheless, the Answer to love is Only Love

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Okay, so with the latest videos coming out of Krist and Singto I think the chance of a season three happening just jumped up to 90%. And even better, in the past two posts I made about it here and here, I mentioned that a season three surrounding around their families would be very good because we already got a build up to Kongpob’s family. And Arthit’s is still unknown for the most part. 

Will they accept their relationship? Or are they going to meet more challenges because of it? Especially because Arthit is an only child? I really want to know.

MC: If there will be a season three, what kind of story do you want it to be?

Singto: If there is a season three I want it to focus mainly on family.

Krist: Who’s family?

Singto: Both families. Kongpob’s family and Arthit’s family.

(x)

[occasionally-writing]

You Need Rest

A/N: Yaaayy! IT’S A ARTHITKONG PROMPT!!! I’ve been dying to write for them since I was listening to the Sotus ost XD And my gawd, I think this is the longest I’ve ever written for these two <3 I love them so much <3 I really hope you like it anon <3 Thanks for requesting them!!!

Summary: When Arthit gets told to check up on Kongpob during exam time, he’s not impressed with how Kongpob had been taking care of himself and takes it upon himself to take care of his boyfriend whether he likes it or not. 

Word Count: 2264

Arthit understood that exams were coming up and that all the first years would be studying their asses off, not having time for anything else except sleeping, eating, classes and studying. But that didn’t mean it made him any less worried when he noticed that Kongpob wasn’t circling around him lately like he normally did. Tapping the plastic cup filled with his favorite pink milk, Arthit stared a hole into the table in front of him, unconsciously taking a sip of his drink before his phone buzzed in his pocket, telling him that someone texted him. Furrowing his brow, Arthit dug his phone out and typed in his password, opening the messenger app as a text from Knot caught his attention. It was a photo attached to the words about checking up on his boyfriend. Squinting at the slightly blurry picture, obviously taken in a hurry, Arthit felt his eyebrows raise when he took in the way Kongpob was carrying a paper carrier with four cups of what looked like ice coffee. Texting Knot back with his thanks, Arthit quickly chugged the rest of his pink milk and tossed it in the garbage, setting a jogging pace as he began to head back to his dorm, knowing that Kongpob was probably back already.

Slowing down once he reached the dormitory, Arthit gave a polite wai to the woman behind the counter as he started for the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator since he knew it wouldn’t take him long to reach Kongpob’s floor. Burying his hands into his shorts pockets, Arthit arrived on his boyfriend’s floor, taking the familiar path to Kongpob’s room and before long, he found himself in front of the closed door, just staring at the wood. Biting his lip, Arthit scratched the back of his neck and glanced around, not seeing anyone around to watch him stand around like he was daydreaming. Taking in a deep breath, Arthit steeled his resolve and reached out, gently knocking on the door before taking a step back, not wanting to frighten Kongpob for standing too close to his dorm door. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from inside, Arthit perked up as it was opened and an exhausted looking Kongpob with dark circles under his eyes came face to face with him. Staring at each other for a moment, the two snapped out of whatever trance they were in as Kongpob took a step back and opened the door wider for Arthit, beckoning him in. 

“I came to check on you. How’s studying for the exams going?” Arthit asked, trying to act nonchalantly as he walked in, taking a seat at the end of Kongpob’s bed while his boyfriend walked like a zombie back to his desk. Muttering something that made Arthit’s brow arch, Arthit didn’t bother to ask him to repeat himself as he took a look around the room. Normally Kongpob was a neat person and loved doing chores, but from what he could see, the younger boy hasn’t been doing any of said chores. Dirty clothes littered his floor along with empty plastic cups that looked exactly like the ones he was carrying in the picture Knot had sent Arthit. Biting his lip, Arthit let his gaze rise from the mess around him to look over Kongpob, taking in the way the junior’s shoulders seemed tense and how ruffled up his usually neat hair was, like Kongpob had threaded his fingers and pulled at his hair too much in the span of hours. Pushing himself off the bed, Arthit took a step closer to Kongpob and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, not minding the twitch as Kongpob slowly turned to look at him. “Kong, you look like a wreck. When was the last time you showered and ate? And...how long have you been living off these huge cups of coffee? It’s only been two days, when have you even slept?!”

“P’Arthit...sorry about the mess...I’ve been trying to cram as much as I can into my head before exams that I haven’t gotten a chance to really do anything but that,” Kong whispered, wincing slightly as Arthit voice raised and slowly turned into his hazer tone on accident. Shutting his mouth, Arthit took a deep breath through his nose and looked at the mess around them again, finally noticing the cups of iced coffee that Kongpob still hasn’t consumed, sitting a bit away from his notes. There were three left which meant that he only gulped down one in the time that Arthit got the text and arrived at his room. Squeezing his boyfriend’s shoulder, Arthit gently pulled Kong out of his desk chair, frowning when the younger boy didn’t fight like he normally would. Just how exhausted was he? “Where are you taking me, P’Arthit?”

“Go take a shower and take a break from studying. You’re just going to make yourself sick if you keep ignoring your needs, Kongpob. It’s not healthy to do what you’re doing, you deserve to sleep...but before that, please just...go shower,” Arthit practically begged, still keeping his strict tone of voice so that Kongpob would know that he was being serious and there was no room for an argument. Rubbing his tired eyes, Kongpob glanced back towards his desk where all his notes were strewed about before a hand on his face brought his attention back to Arthit, who was watching him with obvious concern. Letting out a heavy sigh as his shoulders sunk, Kongpob nodded softly and allowed Arthit to lead him towards the bathroom. Grabbing a towel from the rack, Kongpob folded it on the sink as he turned to face his boyfriend, who smiled slightly and moved to shut the door to give Kongpob some privacy. “Just don’t fall asleep in the shower! The last thing we need is to take you to the hospital for any injuries.”

Letting out a tired chuckle, Kongpob hummed in understanding and waited until the door was shut to remove his dirty clothes, throwing them in the hamper as he moved towards the shower, turning it on. Letting his hand feel the water’s temperature, Kongpob smiled slightly when it was nice and hot before he stepped in, letting the hot water soak over his shoulders and hair, taking a good amount of stress he felt in his form away. Inside the room, Arthit grabbed the leftover cups of coffee Kongpob had left and put them in the fridge, obviously not wanting the junior to drink any more than he already has. Searching through the cabinets, Arthit quickly found the garbage bags and took one, opening it up as he began to clean the floor of garbage. Finally clearing all the empty cups from Kongpob’s floor, Arthit could not believe it as he reached seven cups. How in the world did his boyfriend survive drinking this much coffee, good god?! Shaking the thought away, Arthit tied the bag shut and left it by the trash bin, making a mental note to take it out later for the younger boy. Gathering up all of the clothes Kong had littered around, Arthit tossed them in the empty hamper and sighed, placing his hands on his hips as the floor was finally clutter free, just in time for the bathroom door to open and a dripping Kongpob stalked out with a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his neck.

“P’...did you clean my room? You didn’t have to,” Kongpob mumbled out, vaguely realizing that his feet weren’t stepping on dirty clothes or kicking empty cups. Rolling his eyes, Arthit tried not to stare at the bare upper half of his boyfriend as Kong sluggishly moved towards his closet, opening it and pulling out a plain dark grey t-shirt. Slumping towards his dresser, Kongpob chose a pair of black boxer shorts before he turned his back to Arthit, stripping the towel around his waist as Arthit got a flash of his bare ass. Flushing brightly, Arthit squawked an ordered for Kongpob to hurry up and get dressed, causing sleepy giggles to rain free from the junior’s lips, turning his head around so he could see the way Arthit had his back to him, the blush that was filling his cheeks still being seen as it lit up the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slightly. Pulling on the shirt, Kongpob pulled on his boxers before he hummed out, nonverbally telling Arthit that it was okay to look now. Turning around slowly at first just in case it wasn’t and Kongpob was just messing with him, Arthit held back a sigh of relief when he saw that it was true. “Did you like what you saw, P’Arthit?”

“Kongpob!” Arthit growled out warningly, rolling his eyes when more snickers came out of Kong’s lips, the boy moving around him so he could put the towel that was on his waist back on the rack. Noticing the way Kongpob’s hair was still dripping wet, Arthit huffed and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist once he got back into the room, forcing him to sit on the floor in front of the bed as Arthit sat behind him, Kongpob encased by his legs as he pulled the towel from around his neck. Placing it on Kong’s head, Arthit kept his touch gentle as he began to ruffle his wet hair, drying it so that Kongpob didn’t have to use any of whatever energy he had left to do it himself. Closing his heavy eyes at the touch, Kongpob leaned back against Arthit’s legs and let out a sigh, feeling his whole body relaxing as Arthit took control. “Don’t sleep yet, your hair is almost dry and then you can get in bed.”

Nodding softly, Kongpob did his best to stay awake, his thoughts beginning to doze just as Arthit finished up and tossed the towel in the hamper, not bothering to hang it back on the rack in the bathroom. Squeezing Kongpob’s shoulders, Arthit gently shook him before he helped him up. Letting go so that Kongpob could slip into bed, Arthit pulled the blanket back and then covered his boyfriend up, tucking him in neatly as Kong stared up at him warmly. Frowning at the dark circles that were staining the skin under his eyes, Arthit reached out and gently cupped Kongpob’s face, softly tracing them with his thumb before he realized what he was doing and coughed, pulling his hand away only for it to be grabbed by Kongpob, who was looking at him like he was pleading.

“Can you please stay the night, P’Arthit?” Kong asked softly, his expression so hopeful that Arthit couldn’t find it in himself to deny the freshman. Letting out a soft sigh, Arthit nodded and rolled his eyes at the bright smile that grew across Kongpob’s face, letting his boyfriend go so that he could strip out of his Engineering vest, jeans and socks, leaving him just in his boxers and a plain black t-shirt. Throwing them so that they were hanging on Kongpob’s hamper, Arthit strolled around the bed as he noticed the desk, Kongpob’s notes still littered messily around it. Not saying a word as he watched Arthit organize his desk, Kongpob yawned and strained to keep his eyes open as his boyfriend finally finished and turned off the desk lamp, bathing the room into darkness as the only light that was filtering into the room was from the street lights outside his window. “P’Arthit?”

“I’m right here...I’m going to climb in now,” Arthit whispered as he slid into the bed, pulling the blanket up on him as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as he felt Kongpob shift closer. Biting back a protest that wanted to escape his lips as Kongpob pressed himself against him, Arthit sighed as his boyfriend placed his head on his chest, his ear right over his heart as an arm wrapped around his waist and their legs got tangled together under the blanket. Not bothering to correct him anymore, Arthit slowly threw his arm over Kongpob’s shoulder, pulling his boyfriend closer as he threaded his fingers through his still slightly damp hair. Shuddering at the act of affection he was receiving, Kongpob stifled a yawn into Arthit’s chest and closed his eyes, fisting the shirt from where his arm was on top of his boyfriend’s waist. Noticing the way that Kongpob was beginning to doze off, Arthit kept up with gently scratching his scalp and it wasn’t long until the junior was fast asleep, his breathing coming out in small puffs of air that fanned lightly across Arthit’s neck. Observing his boyfriend quietly, Arthit slowly arched down and pressed a soft kiss to Kongpob’s hair, pulling him closer as he moved his gaze back up to the ceiling. “You know...I’ve spent all my nights dreaming of you in my arms peacefully sleeping and here you are…”

Knowing that Kongpob couldn’t hear him, Arthit smiled shyly and hugged his boyfriend, rolling onto his side so Kongpob could bury his face in his chest and they could lay a bit more comfortable than how they were both. Wrapping his arm around Kongpob, Arthit held him tightly as he nuzzled his face into his boyfriend’s hair, yawning as his eyes fluttered closed and he slowly followed Kongpob into a comfortable slumber, the street light illuminating the matching soft smiles both boys had on their faces as they cuddled into each other for warmth. 

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It’s A Lazy Day

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote for these two and it actually felt good! Man, I wish I could stay in bed all day and sleep. Sleep has not been coming easy to me these past few days. Anyways, @fuckrealityihaveablog​, thank you for requesting a fic for these two and I hope you like the fic!!! :D

Summary: All Arthit wants is a lazy morning in bed and why should Kongpob be the one to disrupt what his boyfriend wants? Besides, if you can’t beat them, join them.

Word Count: 958

Waking up and getting out of bed was not on Arthit’s list of things to do that day. He had been looking forward to this day for a while since it was a time where he had off work and there were no pressing matters he had to attend to, so why not have a lazy day in bed? Or so he thought. He knew that Kongpob was coming over in the morning but he didn’t think it would be this early. Hearing the sound of soft knocks at his door, Arthit grumbled into his pillow and pushed the blanket back, shivering when the cool air swept over his legs and arms. Sooner or later, he knew that he would have to give Kongpob a key to his condo so that he wouldn’t have to unlock the door for his boyfriend and Kongpob could come and go whenever he pleased. Even though he didn’t say it, Arthit liked it when his boyfriend came into his condo. Shaking the thought from his sleep filled mind, Arthit unlocked the door and opened it, walking back towards his bed when Kongpob entered with a bag that was most likely their breakfast. 

“P’Arthit, I brought breakfast...are you going back to sleep?” Kongpob cheerfully chuckled, stepping further into his boyfriend’s condo so he could place the bag on the small table before he observed Arhit, who was slipping back under the blanket and covering his whole body with it. Hearing a grumble come from him, Kongpob sighed fondly and moved to take the food out of the bag. He knew that nothing he could say would get Arthit out of bed when he was in this kind of mood, so he just had to abide by his wishes. Opening up the minifridge, Kongpob put their breakfast in neatly and closed it. They could always eat later and right now, he wanted to just relax with his boyfriend and not worry about anything. “Can I get under there too, P’Arthit?”

“Whatever,” Arthit muttered as he opened the blanket a bit for Kongpob to slip under. Letting a bright smile light up his face, Kongpob quickly slipped under the blankets and sighed when the warmth of Arthit and the blanket covering them took over his body immediately. Staying a bit away from him, Arthit frowned from where his face was buried into the pillow when he realized that Kongpob was initiating touch like he thought he would. How was he going to sleep when his boyfriend was literally laying right next to him yet not touching him or pulling him into a hug? Squirming slightly as he tried to think of what to do about the situation, Arthit tensed when he heard the barely hidden snort come from Kongpob before arms were suddenly pulling him close. “Kongpob!”

Taking his face out of the blanket, Arthit sleepily glared at Kongpob, who was smiling that smile that made Arthit’s heart pound harder in his chest. Feeling his cheeks begin to grow warm, Arthit grumbled before he complied and scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Kongpob’s waist as he buried his face in his neck, taking in the scent of his boyfriend’s body wash that was clinging to his skin from a recent shower. Letting out a small sigh as he felt the comfort that he was too shy to initiate himself, Arthit slowly tangled their legs together and hid a smile when Kongpob brought him closer, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Pulling back a little so he could stare into Kongpob’s eyes, Arthit let his gaze fall towards his boyfriend’s lip before Kongpob caught the hint and leaned down. Pressing their lips together softly, Arthit let out a breath through his nose and closed his eyes, letting Kongpob control the kiss as it deepened somewhat. Feeling Kongpob’s hands brush through his hair as they settled near the back of his neck, Arthit let out a small groan when he was pulled closer before they finally pulled away to breathe, both of them panting as they kept their foreheads pressed together. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Arthit buried his flushing face back into Kongpob’s chest and hugged him close, shivering slightly when he felt his boyfriend’s nails scratching lightly at the fine hairs on the base of his neck. 

“I love you, P’Arthit,” Kongpob whispered as he pressed another kiss to Arthit’s hair, nuzzling his face there as he continued to scratch the back of his neck. Biting his lip, Arthit mumbled his reply, making Kongpob laugh and slowly push him away so they could make eye contact again. Swallowing down his embarrassment, Arthit met Kongpob’s gaze and felt a shy smile making its way onto his face. Pressing another soft kiss to his lips, Kongpob smiled before he raised his eyebrows. “Now, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you from the way your face was buried in my chest.”

Staring at his lover’s face as he tried to decide if Kongpob didn’t understand him or if he did, Arthit sighed and stared at a loose thread sticking out of the collar of Kongpob’s shirt. It was true that he was getting braver with their relationship, but saying those three words was always hard and Kongpob had a lot of patience that Arthit didn’t think he deserved. Taking in a deep breath, Arthit steeled his resolve before he let his eyes raise, taking in the soft smile Kongpob was giving him as he observed his boyfriend. Seeing the look of pure love in Kong’s eyes, Arthit felt his heart flutter and before he knew it, the words slipped out along with a soft loving smile of his own.

“I love you too, Kongpob.”