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Obnoxiously sipping on his hot chocolate, Puen leans over the table. “Why do weddings take so much planning?” he whines, cuddling further into his fiance’s side. “I just want everyone to know how much I love you and then be married.”
"Right."
"Talay."
Humming, Talay keeps writing the list of guests they have to invite. “Mhm, absolutely.” There’s his university friends, but he doesn’t know if most of them are in town and they might feel bad but if he doesn’t invite them they might -
"Talayyyy," Puen groans.
"Mhm."
Huffing, Puen turns to look at him. "You're not even listening, are you."
Talay nods encouragingly, and then blinks as the writing pad in his hand disappears. “Wh- Puen!”
Holding the writing pad aloft, Puen shakes his head, pouting. “I’m your fiance, you’re supposed to pay attention to me, not the pad,” he complains, throwing the pad a nasty look. It’s not as effective as he thinks it is, partly because he’s holding a Valentine’s heart mug and wearing fluffy pyjamas.
In fact, the image just makes Talay laugh, annoyance melting. “You’re such a dork. I’m planning our wedding.”
Puen purses his lips, shaking his head. “Still don’t like it. I missed you all day, and now you won’t even give me attention,” he sighs theatrically. “It’s just you and me now, hot chocolate.”
Talay does not point out the fact that he has a chocolate moustache solely because he’s petty. “Well, if you don’t give me the pad you’ll have to get married with just that hot chocolate as our witness, so,” he smiles.
Puen looks at the pad, then at Talay. He hands it over.
“Thank you,” Talay grins, pressing his shoulder to his fiance’s. “What were you saying earlier? Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”
Humming, Puen shakes his head. “I just can’t wait to get married to you.” His grin widens. “My husband.”
The word still makes Talay’s heart stutter, stumbling over a promise that used to feel so out of reach. "Husband," he repeats, feels the way it tastes on his tongue.
Puen looks at him, stilling. "That makes me want to kiss you, you know," he says, dead serious.
As if Talay would turn him down. "I am your soon to be husband," he grins. "What's stopping you?"
Taking that as the invitation it is, Puen sets down his mug and pulls Talay into a kiss. It feels like coming home, and yet it still sets off butterflies in his chest - Talay is sure Puen is magic, at least partly.
Pulling back, Puen rests his forehead against Talay's and grins, soft and teasing. Then be blinks, as if suddenly remembering something. "Oh, there's a very important person I'm supposed to hire."
Pausing, Talay pulls back slightly. "What?" He glances at the guest list he’s writing, then back up. “What do you mean hire -”
“Probably the most important person, to be honest,” Puen interrupts, expression solemn. His eyes sparkle the way they do when he’s being silly, and Talay just sighs, unable to help the fondness that creeps into it.
“Okay, spill. What are you talking about?”
“Let me -” Taking the writing pad from him, Puen writes something and nods before handing it back to Talay. “There. Make sure you call him.”
Talay Loetpanya, the pad says, and Talay looks up, confused. "Huh?"
"You said to hire you, right?"
Talay just stares at him. It feels like they’re having two very different conversations. “For my own wedding?”
Breaking character, Puen grins. “Remember the wedding we went to in the other universe?” He mimics a bouquet toss. “You told me to hire you for my wedding. I can’t break a promise.”
It takes Talay a moment, but when he realizes what they’re talking about, he can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of him. His soon to be husband is so ridiculous, and - "You're so -" he leans forward to press a kiss to Puen's lips. "I will warn you, my rate is high."
Puen grins, soft and wide and sweet and Puen. "I think I can afford it."