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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: มีสติหน่อยคุณธีร์ | Me and Thee (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rome Kritdanai Lee/Mok Characters: Rome Kritdanai Lee, Mok (Me and Thee), Thee Theerakit Kian Lee, Alof (Me and Thee) Additional Tags: hurt!mok, Hurt, not much comfort, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Thee Theerakit Kian Lee & Mok Friendship, POV Third Person, POV Mok, Angst and Feels, Bodyguard, Canon-Typical Violence, no beta we die like all arseni enemies, Major Character Injury

Summary:

Getting fired was the first blow for Mok. It should’ve been a great opportunity, instead he was anxious. What was he going to do now? The second, and worse, blow came soon after. With Rome stating that he regretted falling in love.. It meant that Mok suddenly had no clue what to do with himself.

"Come on my dear friend. Grab a bottle from the cellar, your favourite is still there. Grab a book and make yourself comfortable. Or take a bath. Just anything but work," Thee commented and looked sincere. The fact that Thee was a voice of reason was enough for Mok to be disappointed in himself. Thee. The most dramatic person quoting a TV-series on the daily was being the voice of reason.

"I know, I know I should. I just.."

"And stop worrying so much about Rome. He'll come around."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"I am. Come on, he's been chasing you for a decade, why would he give up now?"

"Well maybe he regrets chasing someone for that long only to be disappointing by what he chased," Mok said, and he could hear the bitterness in his own voice. Which was extremely unlike him. Maybe he did need that glass of wine, or two.

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Currently working on two different endings for my recent RomeMok one-shot Risk it all.

And I thought, how about a little snippet for the tragic ending? (WIP! So thinks might change!)

I'm sorry?

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“You did a fine job washing and dressing him,” Kian continued and Rome finally pushed himself away from his brother. Rome ran his sleeve over his face even though he knew it was useless. His face looked a mess no matter what he did. After blinking a couple of times he let his eyes roam back to Mok. “I, I was hesitating between this suit and what he wore to my birthday,” he said as he pressed his hand against his mouth for a second, struggling to get air into his lungs. A door to the room opened, but he ignored it completely. “He loves his job and is so proud of it so- I just.. I thought it was only right- I mean.” The tears and shortness of breath made it impossible to finish that sentence. If he even knew how to answer it. “Both would’ve been perfect choices. After all, he loved you even more than his job-“ But Rome shook his head in denial. That couldn’t be the truth. He ran his eyes over Mok again. Suit, perfect. Hair, styled exactly how he always had. Glasses… “Wait.” “What? Rome?” “His glasses.. Phi where are his glasses?” “I-I don’t know? Honestly Rome-” “No. No, no, no. You know he can barely see without them!” How could he have missed that? Mok always wore his glasses! Always! He felt a pit in his stomach as racked his brain. Where was it? Where were his glasses? It wasn’t Mok without them. He dug his hands in his hair and pulled. Useless, fuck he was so useless. “He doesn’t need them anymo-“ “NO! No, he needs them! He can’t see without them! Where are they?” He was gasping for air in between heavy sobs as the pain in his chest increased. How was he this stupid? It was like he didn’t know Mok at all. “I think I know where I can find a pair,” the voice was soft, calm. Rome tried hard to focus on it. It was being useful, it knew of Mok’s glasses. Then he felt a warm hand against his shoulder. Smaller. Delicate. Not Mok. “The smaller ones? With silver rims? Mok kept it as a spare, just in case. Will that one do?” The smaller one? Rome knew which pair it was. That was.. That would work, yes, yes. At least then Mok had his glasses back. At least he could see. “Peach” “It alright. How about I grab Mok’s glasses while both of you prepare for the ceremony? I think Mok would’ve liked it if the both of you were there.”