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Arthit stared at the ground… then at Kongpob, who was smiling sweetly at him, without even a hint of mockery… then at the ground, where the water was leaking everywhere, a mountain of bubbles covering it…. And then back at Kongpob.
He’d only put his clothes in that damn washing machine a couple of hours ago.
Pushing down the whine of frustration that threatened to bubble up, Arthit buried his face in his hands, thankful that it was just Kongpob there, who had wisely remained silent so far.
It was obvious he wanted to laugh though.
“I did ask if you wanted some help.”
Well… he was silent up until then.
“Why did you let me do this?” Arthit groaned, “You knew this would happen, and you still let me do it!”
“In my defence, I thought you’d go and get some more washing powder, rather than use shampoo.” It was clear that Kongpob was fighting not to laugh.
“How do you know more about this than me!” Arthit folded his arms, “Most rich boys don’t do laundry!”
“I didn’t… but I used to watch my nanny do it. You pick up a few things.”
It was then that Arthit heard the clicking of a phone camera, prompting him to slowly turn around and glare at the younger man. “What are you doing?”
“You look so cute when you’re flustered like that.” Kongpob didn’t even seem to realise the dangerous situation he was in, as he focused on his phone.
Arthit launched himself at his boyfriend, trying to reach for the phone as Kongpob took several more photos (ignoring Arthit’s curses of indignation), before sliding the phone back in his pocket.
“Delete them!” Arthit tried to catch Kongpob, “Delete them, now!”
“Or what? You’ll break another washing machine?”
“Kongpob!”
Kongpob giggled and continued to dodge Arthit’s attempts to grab him… unfortunately, the pair of them completely forgot about the over-spilled shampoo. The next second, they were both on the ground, head in the soapy mess. They were nose to nose, limbs all entangled as they gasped in surprise.
As the shampoo bubbles started to fill their nostrils and mouth, they coughed violently, rolling away to try and get free of the suds.
Arthit found himself on top, trying to give Kongpob a stern look.
Only a few seconds passed before Kongpob spluttered in laughter, burying his face in Arthit’s shoulder. The sound of the younger man laughing only made Arthit’s frown deepen, as he pushed himself to his feet, turning his attention back to the fancy new, now-broken, washing machine.
It took Kongpob almost five minute to calm down, pushing himself off the ground and wrapping an arm around Arthit’s shoulders.
“You know my parents will just buy us a new one… right?” Kongpob nervously bit his lip, “I can even ask them to get a less… high-tech one if you want?”
It was clear that he still found the whole situation funny though, and yet, Arthit couldn’t bring himself to care, kicking at the foam and bubbles. “This is going to take forever to clean up.” He pouted, “You could have actually helped.”
“I will next time, I promise.” Kongpob beamed, “Let’s clean up. I can have a new one delivered in the time it takes for us to get some more washing powder.”
“… Fine.” There was a brief pause before Arthit leaned over and pecked Kongpob on the cheek, before heading off to find a mop, completely missing Kongpob’s soft eyes following him out.
“Love you!”
“Yeah, yeah… Love you too!”