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It's only ten in the morning, the sun was already high up in the cloudless sky casting everything under God's good earth in a clear view.
Right by the makeshift bar, Yak was already nudging the bartender for another glass. The current half filled glass of champagne laid firmly in his hand as he made light chitchat with some old friends.
From the sidelines, Win scoffed incredulously at the twenty-six year old band manager who has already finished his second glass of the day. For someone who was dressed finely for an afternoon garden wedding, Yak's manners needed a lot of tweaking. The poor couple he was talking to seemed uncomfortable by Yak's animatedly spitting some rediculous story, with his hands moving all over the place and he was making these weird animal noises.
Ah, to be drunk so early in the morning at this fabulous establishment, he expected nothing less from his beloved eccentric senior.
"Win," Por whined.
"What now?"
"I don't know what I am going to do. I can't keep tabs on anything nowadays. Did I miss everything out? Did we got everything done? Is there something I'm missing out, maybe we should recheck the entire thing," said Por panickily, his fingers gripping at the edges of a clipboard.
Win rolled his eyes at the young teacher, always so jumpy at the smallest things. He was practically vibrating as he spoke. One of the traits that always gets to Win about Por is his restlessness. He constantly wonders about everything under the sun, even the tiniest most irrelevant detail.
"You're fine. Everything is gonna go fine."
"But Win, I put Phat in charge of Gun's suit and Yo as his second assistant. I don't think that's a great idea on my part. Phat has always been persnickety on his fashion sense, you know what he wears to dinner nowadays. An ascot tie! And Yo is as good of an assistant as my foot to a ball, you remember last time he lost his fiancée' wedding ring on their engagement dinner."
Win wondered maybe he was the one that should start drinking with the way things were going that morning. There's no way he's able smile for hours and shake hands with guests with his crazy friends going insane around him.
"You're spiraling again. Shut up and enjoy the day," pointed Win, making a heaving motion at Por.
"But Win."
"Por, shut up and enjoy. It's Tinn and Gun's wedding."
"You're right."
Por inhaled deep and exhaled in a sharp breath.
"Shut up and enjoy. Shut up and enjoy. Shut up and enjoy," repeated Por in a mantra-like way.
Win shook his head at his friend who was already rushing towards the entrance of the main house and was talking to himself as he walked. Win cannot help but shake his head at the ridiculously if it all, it is not Gun and Tinn's brightest moment to choose Por and Tiw as ICs of their wedding, knowing Por's erratic control problem and Tiw issues with production. The two are like a tornado and a wild fire.
Just this morning, he had to scold Tiw off for annoying the venue crew trying to capture the perfect mood for the video shoot. The video director was seen ordering the poor staffs to make the trees and bushes 'do a soft dance'. Win had to threaten to confiscate Tiw's video camera if he doesn't stop being a jerk and let people set up the wedding venue.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please make your way to your seats. The solemnization ceremony will start shortly," announced Jorn on the rostrum.
Win shot a smile at the tall lad at the front of the garden, pointing a thumbs up sign.
Out of their silly group of friends, Jorn is probably turned out to be the sanest member of their group. After high school the ambitious boy studied politics in university and then interned for some governor right after graduating. Win has fond memories of Jorn sending fifteen voice memos at two in the morning on the Chinzilla's Whatsapp group about the craziness that goes on behind the scene in politics.
Now the young man goes around village after village giving some rubbish speech about the importance of economic diversity.
"He's here," suddenly buzzed one of the guests.
"He just got off the airport and he went straight here. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm finally meeting him," said a middle aged lady excitedly.
Win overheard a couple more excited chatter as he took his groomsmen place underneath the traditional wooden pagoda. It was a lovely view from his spot, the nicely dressed guests were seated in two separate groups, Tinn's family and friends on one side and Gun's family on the other. It's almost unbelievable that his two oldest and closest friends are getting married today.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a guest wearing what looked like clothes fresh from a runway in Paris appeared in the venue. The guests gasped and took out their phones for pictures, the guy effortlessly charmed his way through the delighted crowd, waving in a poised and graceful manner like an experienced superstar. His bright warm smile instantly lighting up the space making the aunties giggle in fury.
Win can't help but scoff at the fakery of it all.
"Sorry, I'm late everyone," said the singer politely as he bowed apologetically to the parents of the grooms.
"Oh, no. We're just very happy you've made it on time," said Gun's mother, patting Sound's face.
"You look so handsome nowadays, Sound. I would mistaken you for a model. I hope the flight wasn't too bad on you."
"After the show, I immediately took the nearest flight here. One sleeping pill and I was knocked out through the entire thing. You know I wouldn't miss this for anything," said Sound earnestly.
Win rolled his eyes as he eavesdropped the conversation. It's like seeing a Thai soap opera unfolding in front of his eyes. And Win absolutely without a doubt hates soap operas.
"We'll we're just very glad to have you here with us, Sound. I know the old gang is equally excited to have you. We haven't seen you in so long, when was the last time you came to my house for dinner. I'm more than sure you miss coming back," said Principal Photjanee.
"Yes, I am Principal," nodded Sound. "Very excited."
Win felt it was his time to interrupt the reunion, people were already taking pictures and videos of Sound talking to Tinn and Gun's parents, and he was sure that he'll see the pictures soon on Instagram. He balled one hand into a fist and faked a cough.
"Sorry to interrupt this reunion, but the ceremony is going to start soon."
"Oh, thank you, Win. I always loose track of time whenever I'm taking to any you boys. You've grown up so much, I have to pinch myself when I look at you boys," rambled Gun's mother.
"And shouldn't you be properly dressed?" asked Win straightforwardly showing a contempt expression at Sound.
Sound raised an eyebrow at him, almost offended by the way he interrupted the conversation. He turned his back away from Win and gave his attention back at the two ladies.
"If you excuse me auntie Gim and Principal, I have to get ready," said Sound, bowing politely at the two ladies.
Right before Sound turned and left, he shot one last menacing look at Win.
"Jerk."
Win can't help but smile.
It was a beautiful ceremony. The two lovebirds professed their love to each other and said their teary vows in front of their loved ones. There was not a single dry eye as they spoke, with everyone reminiscing of all the twists and turns of their love journey.
Once they said their vows, the monk chanted his prayers and blessed Tinn and Gun's newly married lives. Por and Phat cried dreadful tears as the monk spoke, getting numerous side eyes by the spiritual leader as their sniffles kept interrupting his speech. Tiw and Jorn beamed proudly at their brother, knowing that they've gone through so much together as brothers. Yo could not stop tugging on his striped necktie throughout the ceremony, pulling at it like it was restricting his breathing, Tiw had to shoot him a death stare to remind him to keep his hands to his sides.
Sound... let's not talk about him. Well for one he changed into a devastatingly handsome suit.
And then it was dancing time.
Everyone let loose and danced to their heart's content on the dance floor.
Gun and Tinn danced awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor as the guests cheered them on. They never got used to dancing, always moving their bodies in funny ways. Especially Tinn, moving his hands in funny gestures which he probably learned from TikTok. Gun loved his husband so much that everything he's done earned him the biggest of smiles
"Hey, you."
Win turned his head to a handsome man approaching him from his side. Poor Win has to fight all the urges and not reach out to Sound, reach out for his lapels and just... do things to him.
"Hmm."
Win snorted, putting his hands inside his pockets and turning away from the man.
"Hey," said Sound urgently, stretching the syllable.
Win shook his head without giving a single glance at Sound, he turned away coolly in a fluid motion almost like a fashion model. Win could picture Sound behind him showing a puppy dog frown at being turned down, his eyebrows frowning in an almost childish way, his lips upturned at how karma finally got him and he's finally getting his much needed retribution.
"Asshole."
The guests danced the day away until the light turned dark. Smart jackets were thrown over the back of chairs, bowties and neckties thrown unglamorously on the linen covered tables, this was what the Chinzilla crew was waiting for all day after the solemnization ceremony; the wedding party. With Win's connection, they hired a live band to play all the hit songs from their high school years. And the band was pretty great, the singer hit all the right notes and the music DJ chose all the songs that they can dance to.
Everyone was up on their feet dancing and cheering and having a ball.
"Alright, guys I need to take a shit," announced Win to the boys.
"You always take a long time when you shit," slurred Yo, clearly hammered from the booze he drank.
"You remember that time when we were in Jakarta and me and him shared a room. I waited for like an hour for him and he wasn't done. I had to go to swimming pool toilet to pee!" complained Phat half-drunkenly.
Win shrugged.
"Go complaint to the police then."
Win exited the garden and made his way to the main building. He wanted some sweet silence for a while, it gets a little bit annoying once you're hearing high level sound for hours. A lovely waitress had informed him of a secret toilet at the end of the hallway, she understood that people tend to need some 1-on-1 time during a wedding. And true to her word, the toilet was immaculate; the floor was spotless, the sinks looked like it wasn't used at all, and there was a heavenly scent of lavender in the air.
Win took a good look at himself from the full length mirror, he wasn't wearing his jacket anymore, it's probably somewhere back at his table. His bowtie was hanging on his right breast pocket, the top buttons of his fine shirt were undone showing off a rather fashionable gift from Cartier on his chest. His face was shiny from all the dancing with strands of baby hairs matted on his forehead. His bun still hadn't come loose and he still had both earrings secured, that's something to be impressed about.
Win washed his hands and then patted his face with cooling water. He could already feel refreshed.
Just as his was about to remove his belt buckle, the locks fumbled open and came a frustrated looking Sound Saran barging into the toilet.
"How'd you get in here," glared Win.
Sound tsked, immediately getting close to Win's face and putting his arms beside him, blocking him from escaping.
"You're a jerk and you've been mean the whole day," scowled Sound softly.
Win shrugged almost like a rebelling teenager who was caught doing something bad and didn't give a care for it. Something about that gesture ignited the flame in Sound and the singer-actor seemed to get dangerously closer to Win.
"Princess, you're the one who's not letting me shit in peace," smirked Win, patting Sound's lips like its his very own property.
"By the way how'd you get in here, I swear I locked the door?"
Sound broke into a playful smile.
"Asked the waitress for the key," said Sound simply.
Win was slightly turned on by his sneakiness.
"You impatient boy," said Win, placing his hands on Sound's waist.
Sound gasped as he finally got Win's hands on his body. Win's strong fingers playing through the fabric of his shirt. Sound shuddered as he felt Win's fingers make smooth circles on his hips, he had waited for so long for this. Two weeks away from his fiancé for a press tour was enough to make him crazy. The rediculous work schedules and the time difference didn't help their situation at all, Sound had to settle without talking to Win nor video calling during his trip. His darling boyfriend would be generous with sending him loads of videos of him doing mundane everyday stuff like going to work, getting coffee, cleaning their apartment, the little things.
It's not much, but Sound will take any ounce of attention from his fiancé!
"You're playing hard to get again," whined Sound almost desperately, pressing his hips roughly against Win's.
"It's your punishment for being late for the wedding. And not even telling me that you were coming," expressed Win straightforwardly.
"I'll make it up to you," whispered Sound softly, a sly smile hovering at the corners of his lips.
"I know that look," refused Win, pushing Sound away from him with one hand while covering his nether region with another.
"But baby..."
"No. I am not having cum stains in these pants. These are Armani. And they need to be dry-cleaned. I know auntie Maria will suspect something, she's very observant of stains on people's clothes."
"Fine then I'll just tell my manager that I'll take a direct flight back to L.A. and cancel my two weeks off."
"You're here for two weeks?"