I hate to see the end of SOTUS but I am very satisfied with it. I'm a huge sucker for happy endings. Guess, we'll have to wait for 2 moons season 2 to satisfy our fujoshi heart again. 

Arthit's POV

His hands on mine, gently holding it this time.

We held our gaze for I don't know how long.

Then I heard my heart thumped faster.

So fast and loud that I snapped out of being frozen.

"Hmm, you're right. " his hand still grasping mine and his eyes directed on my lips.

At that moment, I barely hear what he said.

My heart was beating as loud as his voice.

And I was trying to comprehend how his presence was affecting me.

My brain is telling me to quickly keep my distance but my body was rooted to where it was.

I saw how his Adam's apple moved up and down slowly.

I swallowed the food I was chewing.

You put yourself in that situation, Arthit. I mocked myself.

When I was able to completely go back to my senses, I awkwardly pulled my hand.

Fortunately, he lets me free from his grasp.

"Se-see? I-ii to-told ya," I stuttered. I need to pull myself together. I carried on eating as quickly as possible because I could not handle his stare anymore.

It was so intense that it disturbed every nerves in my body.

"So come on and eat. " He thought for a moment then strolled away he got his own plate and utensils. "When did you start cooking?" I asked, when he was seated on a stool next to mine.

"My mother taught me how to, a little."

"Just a little and you were that good already?"

"Don't patronize me," he chuckled. "I learned by watching and trying. It was tedious but eventually I became a little better."

I pouted. "You don't take compliments, huh. Do you always cook?"

"No. "

"So when do you cook?" I asked, without looking at him. I was still enjoying the food.

"I only cook for someone special."

I smirked. I can already see where he was leading the conversation so I went on eating.

He started to dig in too. 

Oftentimes, our arms brushed each other whenever we reached out for the bowl of Gaeng Daeng and rice.

He was very attentive at my needs while were were eating.

Like when I wanted to get more dish, he had put some on my plate.

When I needed a water, he poured some on my glass already.

When I used my hand to wipe the sauce at the side of my mouth, without a word he had the box of tissue beside me.

It's as if it was in his nature to serve me.

I could get used to this. I thought.

I shrugged off the thought.

I just continuously stuffed my mouth.

"Eat slowly, you might choke." he replenished my glass of juice.

There was a concern in his tone – a sincere one at that.

I now understand why Sahit fell for her.

He is definitely something I am not.

Is he like this with Sahit too?

Does he cook for her too?

Is he extra attentive of her needs as well?

Does he tease her too to the extent that she'll get angry and he'll find a way to make up for it sweetly?

Does he this?

Does he that?

Does he there?

Too many questions but the answer was certain.

Of course, it is given that he should take care of his girlfriend.

And maybe even more than this.

I feel good thinking Sahit is in good  hands. She deserves someone who will treasure and care for her. She's just good and deserves nothing but goodness as well.

 But at the same time I want something like that too.

I turned to him, I want someone like him to care for me and I'll care in return.

My heart tightened as I continued to gaze at him -- because he is Sahit's.

And so? The voice inside me said.

Yeah and so? I repeated in my mind.

I sighed sharply then turned to him.

I caught him looking at me and he never bothered to look away.

"How are you and Sahit?" I asked unconsciously and to distract him as well.

His brow creased. "Me and Sahit?" he asked in return.

"Yeah, you and Sahit.?" I confirmed.

He then laugh soullessly.  "As far as I know, we're okay."

I bit my lip and nodded simultaneously.

"You were in her room last time," I told him. "You should be okay," I added then I tried to hide the smirk on my face.

A sly smile was on his face. "Sahit is a sweet girl," I heard him say. "She is very likable,"

I felt a sudden pang in my chest.

I pursed my lips. "I agree," curving my lips. "She must be happy,"

"She is," he agreed."happy with my brother," we said simultaneously.

"Don't hurt her,"

"Wait"

 "What?" we said in sync again.

We both chuckled.

"We're just friends," after a while he muttered.

I felt like something was lifted from my chest.

I felt like I was relieved from something.

I smirked. "Friends? Together? In a hotel room? You surely are very close." I remarked.

That sounded so damn wrong.

Did I just say that?

I want to rip my mouth for saying that.

A smile broke his pursed lips."Do you still like Sahit?" he inquired.

There he is again, still.

Am I really that obvious?

"Why do you think I like Sahit?" I asked in return.

He shrugged. 

I shrugged too.

"So?" he insisted.

"So?" I mimicked him.

His lips perked up. "Why are you not answering my question?"

I pouted and pointed it left and right.

 "You're not the boyfriend, so it's none of your business." I said casually and I made face.

I was surprised when he stretched his hand out and pinched my nose.

"That hurts," I said.

I grimaced.

"That was cute," he commented.

"Cute? What am I? A girl?, I am a man Kong -- a good looking one at that. " I stood up and wipe my mouth. "Anyway, I gotta go, thank you for the delicious meal."

"My pleasure,"

"I'll make sure to return the favor next time." I told him.

"No need," he said.

"I insist."

"If you must then up to you. Anyway, you can always come over to eat." he gave up.

"I'll take your word for that," I joked.

"Sure," he grinned widely.

I knew he was following me with a glance so I quickly headed out to the door.

"Arthit," I heard him called out.

I gave him a glance while continuously heading out.

"Don't you really remember me?" he asked.

"Have we met before?" This was the second time he asked me the same question.

 "Yes,"  

I stopped and turned to him. I creased my brow and gave him a questioning look.

His lips perked up displaying a sly smile.