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After you graduate, we'll start planning the wedding.
Kim’s words from three years ago kept repeating in Porchay’s head. He was looking forward to starting to plan their wedding right after he graduated uni, but that was six months ago, and until now there has still been no conversation about the wedding. He didn’t want to look impatient, but Porchay waited years for this. Every day that passed since he got his diploma, Porchay was hoping his fiancé would initiate the wedding conversations. Surely, Kim didn’t forget about their wedding, right? He wouldn’t.
“Bambi?” Kim spoke from behind him. He felt Kim’s arms slowly owning his waist; his head tilted to the side to give space for Kim to rest his head down on his shoulder. “Today’s schedule was draining,” Kim mumbled against Porchay’s skin.
As much as Chay wants to open up the topic about their wedding, this isn’t the right moment yet—not when he could feel his fiancé slowly drifting to sleep on his shoulder. “Phi... Let’s move to the bed,” Chay whispered softly, his hand reaching Kim’s head—brushing Kim’s soft, silky hair.
Kim grumbled in displeasure but still obeyed Porchay’s words. His feet slowly take a step forward, urging Chay to move and lead the way to their bedroom.
The night when Kim and Porchay announced to the whole family over dinner that they’re engaged, Kim didn’t let Porchay go back home to his and Porsche’s house. Kim made sure that Porchay would stay in his condo with him, making sure Porsche would have no choice but to agree. That’s when Kim and Chay started living together, and they have been for more than three years now.
Carefully assisting Kim to lie down on the bed, Porchay made sure Kim was comfortable enough in his sleep. Taking off the layers of fabric that Kim was wearing, his pants, shoes, and even Kim’s makeup. Porchay wiped down his boyfriend’s fatigued body and put on him the most comfortable shirt and shorts that he could find in their closet.
The past weeks Kim’s schedule was hectic; he has been restless for days. Whenever he goes home, he goes straight to bed. When Porchay woke up the next morning, Kim was already gone. He has been so busy that Porchay thought bugging him about their wedding would drain him even more, and Chay doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to add more stuff on Kim’s plate. He doesn’t want Kim to feel more pressured than he already is. Porchay could wait. His and Kim’s wedding can wait.
Porchay laid next to his fiancé; he scooted closer until he was snuggled in Kim’s chest. Wrapping his arms around Kim, “I’m sorry, I lied,” he mumbles. His voice sounded blue; it was low and glum. Chay tilted his head up a bit to face Kim’s sleeping face. “I don’t think I could wait any longer...” he added. “When are we getting married, phi?” he questioned in a whisper before pecking Kim’s lips and closing his eyes to sleep.
★・・・✧✿✧・・・★
“Bambi...” Kim brushes the few stray hairs that were covering Porchay’s face. “Baby, wake up,” he said softly, waking up his boyfriend.
With Kim’s persistent voice, Porchay groaned before opening his eyes. His lips immediately pouted upon seeing Kim’s face almost a mere centimeter away from him. “Good morning, pretty.” Kim greeted him with a wide, toothy smile. “Rise and shine, Bambi.” He added, excitement evident in his voice... even to his aura.
“Too early...” Porchay mumbled out a whine, hiding his face on the pillow he was hugging—a pillow that holds Kim’s natural scent that Porchay was obsessed with.
“It’s past lunch, Bambi.” Kim chuckled, his hands now brushing Porchay’s hair.
“It’s late, don’t you have any schedule today?” Chay spoke under the pillow, making his words muffled.
“I do actually have a schedule today.” Kim started with an obvious grin, “I mean we... That is if you would want to join me and be my date,” he added.
“We?” A word that Kim emphasized sparked Porchay’s curiosity. “What event?” he asked, half his face peeking from the pillow.
“Thailand Today’s 30th anniversary concert,” Kim said as he pulled the pillow out of Porchay’s face. “I had P’Khun prepare our suits.” Leaning down to peck Chay’s still pursed lips.
Thailand Today, the biggest entertainment magazine in the country. The magazine where WIK and his non-showbiz boyfriend were first featured. It was the only magazine that Kimhan let him and Chay have a photoshoot together. It was also the first and only magazine where the couple shared how their love story started—Porchay’s story of going from being a fan to having the greatest artist wrapped around his fingers.
“Suits?” Porchay stretches his body, letting out grunts as his legs and arms extend across the bed. “I thought it was a concert?”
Kim took time before he could answer. His brows furrowed closely together. “It’s a formal event with a c-concert,” he stammered slightly, making Porchay eye him suspiciously.
Paying it no mind, Porchay moved on fast and sat on the bed. His legs were crossed, and his back leaned on the headboard. “What time are we going?”
Kim smiles. “We need to get ready now, Bambi.”
The suit that Tankhun prepared for Porchay is a three-piece white satin suit with gold embroidery of flower vines from its mandarin collar trailing all the way down to the ends of the coat—following the buttons’ lead. The waistcoat vest is in the same color, also bearing the exact embroidery as the suit but in a more subtle way—thinner threads are used to make calmer-looking vines. A few flower brooches also replace the two buttons on the suit, giving it an overall softer look.
For Kim, Tankhun chose the same suit as Porchay but with silver embroidery. The flower brooch was also absent from Kim’s suit. Instead, Tankhun made his brother wear cufflinks with their family crest embossed proudly on them.
“Arena?” Porchay speaks out of his mind upon realizing that they’re arriving closer to the biggest indoor arena in Bangkok.
Kim hummed, yes. “Remember the first time you went here?”
Their car parked, “Your concert, where I was supposed to propose, but you stole my moment.” Porchay chuckled upon remembering how long he planned on what pose he should do for his 1:1 photo-op with WIK. His smile grew wider when he remembered how he worked hard following a YouTube tutorial on how to DIY a safety pin ring he was supposed to use for the photo-op but was snatched by Kim and turned his silly proposal idea into reality.
“No regrets,” Kim proudly said.
After getting out of the car, they were welcomed and escorted by Kim’s manager and staff, who were also wearing formal suits. They were led towards the entrance of the arena that was crowded by fans—most of whom were there for WIK. A red carpet is waiting for them with fans obediently lining up and not crossing the line. There was also press on every corner of the hall, with cameras set up at each end of the red carpet. The scream was deafening, especially when Kim and Porchay took their first step on the carpet. Porchay’s right arm was hooked on Kim’s left arm, tightly holding onto his boyfriend, as the screams and flashes of cameras were overwhelming him.
“You okay, Bambi?” Kim worriedly asked.
Porchay hesitantly nods. “Yeah. Just a bit overwhelmed,” he whispered back.
“This isn’t your first time joining me at my events, though?” Kim smiled at the photographer who stopped them midway to take their photos. Kim and Porchay flashed their sweetest smiles towards the camera, but it didn’t escape their fans’ sharp eyes—screams erupted after.
They continued walking as Porchay answered back, “But it’s my first time attending an event this huge.”
“You’ll be fine, Bambi. You have me,” Kim reassured his fiancé.
When they reached the other end of the red carpet, they first walked over to a photo area where a sea of photographers lined up to take each guest’s photos. A few awkward poses later, they are now facing the huge, white door—the only thing separating them from the concert arena where the event will be held.
“Bambi,” Kim held Porchay’s hand and pulled it off his arm. “Can you stay here for a second? I’ll just do a quick interview,” Kim added, glancing behind Porchay, where an entertainment journalist is waiting. Porchay followed Kim’s gaze before he looked back and nodded to his fiancé with a soft smile. “Wait for me here, hmm?” He added, not taking a step away from Porchay without leaving a lingering peck on Chay’s lips.
Kimhan blended in the crowd, making it hard for Porchay to follow him with his eyes. Soon enough, Kim is nowhere to be found.
Porchay stays where Kim left him, like a child waiting for its parents to come fetch him.
Just when Porchay was about to step aside—worried that he might be blocking the end of the red carpet—the double door of the arena in front of him slowly opened.
The bright lights from inside were blinding him so much that he had to turn his face away for a few seconds. Until he heard a familiar tune start playing...
It was Kim’s song for him. The song that Kim wrote after making their engagement public, when those photos from Kim’s fan benefit were released. Kim started making this song from the day Kim and his engagement blew up the internet, taking over the whole trend list with his and Kim’s name. But that was it; Porchay didn’t hear the song again after that. He thought Kim forgot about it; he thought it had been forgotten, buried in thousands of files in Kim’s computer.
He still hasn’t processed the things that were happening right before his eyes when someone—his brother, Porsche—approached him with a bouquet of flowers in hand, sunflowers and red roses perfectly blending together.
“Hia?” he mutters confusedly.
Porsche reached for both of Chay’s hands, handing him the bouquet. “I know you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Chay. Hia is so happy for you.”
Still confused, Porchay takes the flowers. “Hia, what’s happening?” he asked before turning around, and there he saw the once busy crowd now in silence. Everyone was looking at him; they smiled hugely as if they were delighted just to be in the same place as him. “I d-don't understand... Hia...”
Porsche pulled his brother in his arms for a tight hug but was still careful enough not to ruin the younger’s suit. “Let’s go, Chay, he’s waiting for you,” he added, offering his arm for his brother to hold onto.
Despite feeling baffled, Porchay still hooked his arm on his brother’s.
The second his right foot stepped inside the arena, his heart started pounding unimaginably hard. He felt like his heart wanted to burst out of his chest and run fast inside the arena. He glances at Porsche, who has a huge smile on his face, his eyes teary, and they walk through the short, dark hallway in the arena.
The music gets louder the closer he gets inside, and when he did... “Hia...” Porchay mumbled in a cry.
“He knows you’ve been waiting for this day, Chay,” Porsche told him. His brother’s hand wiped the tears that were now running fast down on his face. “He was planning everything the past weeks, that’s why he was so busy from day to night.”
“P”Kim...” Porchay sniffed. Looking ahead of him makes him have a full view of how the concert arena was transformed into a baroque venue like what he once dreamed of for what his and Kim’s wedding would look like.
The huge arena now looks extravagant with its European feel to it; paintings and statues filled the huge area. The architecture inside, which Porchay has no idea how they pulled off, perfectly resembled that in Europe. The gigantic dome-shaped roof of the arena transformed into an amazing piece of art, with all the pieces of paintings hovering over the whole venue.
Porchay was in awe! He doesn’t even know what or how to react.
Porsche urges him to start walking again, but this time around, the red carpet that he will walk on will lead him to an intricate makeshift altar with Kimhan waiting for him on the other end. “Hia, I’m getting m-married,” he mumbled out with his lips trembling.
“You are, Chay,” Porsche answered with a light squeeze on Chay’s hand. “You’re finally marrying, Kimhan.”
Porchay sobbed, “I’m marrying, P’Kim.”
Porsche couldn’t help but laugh. But deep inside him, he, too, wanted to shed tears.
Before he starts walking again, Porchay first takes a deep breath—collecting himself. He nods to himself, lets out a breath, and takes his first step on his second red carpet of the day, but this time it's with Kim waiting for his I do.
Porsche walks beside his brother, glancing at their family and friends that are present for his baby brother’s most special day. He mouthed a “Thank you” to his best friends—Ping and Tem—and Chay’s friend, Ohm. He nodded at Big, Tay, and Time, who were all sitting together. He gave a small smile to Macau, Pete, and Vegas. He chuckled at Arm and Pol, who were trying to calm the weeping Tankhun down. Porsche then gave his husband—Kinn, who was standing beside Kim—a warm smile before mouthing an “I love you.”
When they reached the altar, Porchay was already a mess. His tears kept running down his face, and his hands were shaking. He was nervous, excited, anxious, happy, and every feeling he couldn’t find words to explain.
“Kimhan,” Porsche said seriously. “Take care of my brother, or else...” he warned, his pointy finger acting like a knife cutting his neck. A clear warning that if Kim ever thought of hurting Porchay, Porsche would not let him see the light in another second.
Kim just chuckled, “When did I ever not take care of Porchay?” he smugly answered.
“You better keep your words, Theerapanyakul.” Porsche scoffs.
“We’re all Theerapanyakul here,” Kim said, making Kinn let out a chuckle. He said those words while looking straight into Porchay’s eyes. “Hi, Bambi.” The very same eyes he once fell in love with and will always fall in love with.
“P’Kim...” Chay answered him with a sob.
Kim’s hands cupped both of Chay’s cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears on his baby’s face. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting for too long.”
“I hate you,” Porchay blurted out a bit loudly, so that it made everyone inside burst out laughing. Rather than feeling humiliated, Porchay felt relief—everyone’s laughs made him relax.
Kim offered his hand for Porchay to take. “Should we say our ‘I dos’ now, Bambi?”
Chay sniffed and wiped his own tears after. “Hmm,” before nodding at Kim and taking his soon-to-be-husband’s hand.
As Kim and Porchay walk closer to the altar, their hands tightly clasp together; their family and friends clap for them.
★・・・✧✿✧・・・★
“Who would have thought that those one hundred and eighty-second fan video call would lead us in front of the altar?“ Kim chuckled between his wedding vows, contrary to Porchay, who was shedding tears. “Bambi, I don’t know if I have told you this before, but your eyes were the reason I kept extending your allotted time during the fan call. I want to keep looking and staring at them as if I were enchanted by those doe eyes of yours.” Kim’s hand reaches
Porchay’s face; his thumb softly brushes on Chay’s eyes. “It was enchanting, it still is, and I will keep on falling in love with them.” His other hand held Chay’s tightly, lacing their fingers together. “Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for choosing to listen to my songs instead of choosing other artists. Thank you for being my fan that pushed you to join that fan event. Thank you for giving me a chance to love you. I will keep on loving you, Chay, until the very last song I can sing. Until every word in my songs screams for your name, I will love you.” Wiping Porchay’s tears, Kim ended his vow with, “From 180 seconds until my very last breath, I will love you, Pichaya Theerapanyakul.”
Porchay holds the microphone, but the only sound it could produce was his sobs. He was crying so uncontrollably that Kim had to pull him into his arms for a tight hug. “I love you...” Kim said that only Porchay could hear.
Untangling himself from Kim, Chay takes a few deep breaths before he starts with, “I prepared a wedding vow the moment I stepped down the stage after receiving my diploma.” His statement made everyone laugh, including Kimhan. “That was six months ago, but somehow I couldn’t collect the words that I have already memorized by heart for a long time.” He glances over the people who were there to witness how his and Kim’s story started. “Thank you to my best friend who asked me to look for the song that he heard inside the bus station but has no idea of what the title could be. If not for him, I wouldn’t have stumbled upon P’Kim’s song cover of that song. If not for him, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with this amazing singer I’m now exchanging wedding vows with. I also want to thank my hia, who didn’t punish me after I spent thousands of money just to buy hundreds of WIK’s albums to win a fan call.” Porchay chuckled between his sobs. “P’Kim, I might’ve known you as the singer I fell in love with first, but please know that I fell in love with you deeper than what I could ever imagine. They say to never meet your idol, you’ll either get disappointed or you’ll fall for them more. I guess I got lucky that it’s not just me who fell. P’Kim, that day of the fan call, I prepared so much. I chose the best clothes I have, I fixed my hair, and I practiced putting makeup on. I want to at least look presentable in front of you. I thought I was so lucky that even though I kept on embarrassing myself in front of you, you still kept on extending my time. I had made countless stories and scenarios in my head before I went to bed, imagining that WIK fell in love with me after talking to me. I once imagined myself as the luckiest WIK fan. You made all of those silly dreams of mine come true. When I finally met you in person during the family dinner that P’Kinn organized, I wasn’t ready at that time. I didn’t wash my hair!” Kinn’s laugh was the loudest among their families. Kim, too, laughed at what Porchay said. “I thought of how I would redeem myself, but when you called me a name that I am not familiar with, I felt my heart pounding. I thought it was for someone else, but after knowing what Bambi means...” Kim whispered Bambi to Porchay, making him pout. “I never thought it would really happen, I feel like the main character in a romance book. Finally, my idol noticed me. But you didn’t just notice me, P’Kim.” Porchay looks at Kimhan; he sniffed before he continued, “You made me a part of your life.” Porchay tightened his grip on Kim’s hand before he continued, “I will forever be your biggest fan, P’Kim. You will always see me on the side, screaming your name and singing your songs. But on top of all that, I will also be your loving husband who will wait for you at home, take care of you, and love you until I can’t sing your songs anymore.” This time, it was Porchay’s hand that reached Kim’s face to wipe those tears on Kim’s cheeks. “Until the last lyrics of your songs that I could sing, I will keep on loving you.” Porchay bites his lower lip, stopping his sobs. “From that 180-second fan call which changed our lives, to however long our stories would go, I will be by your side. I love you, P’Kim. You will always be my dream come true.”
Kim pulled Porchay into his arms, caging him tightly as if Chay would ever change his mind on marrying him. “I love you,” he once again whispered to Porchay.
They let the two hug for as long as they wanted before they proceeded with the ceremony.
“Do you, Kimhan Theerapanyakul, take Pichaya Kittisawat to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?”
Kim looks straight into Porchay’s eyes, slipping the customized wedding ring that he ordered months ago onto Porchay’s slim finger. “I do.”
“Do you, Pichaya Kittisawat, take Kimhan Theerapanykul to be your husband?—”
“I DO!” Porchay excitedly answered, earning him a hearty laugh from everyone. “Oh, sorry, please continue,” he shyly mumbled.
“Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?”
Porchay nodded eagerly, “Yes, I do!”
“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may now kiss—”
It seemed like the two couldn’t wait another second; Kim cupped Porchay’s face at the same time Chay wrapped his arms around Kim, and they both met each other as their lips finally sealed their wedding.
Now, it wasn’t just their family and friends who cheered, but also the fans and press outside the arena who were watching the wedding through the LED screen that Kim’s team set up for them. Though they weren’t allowed inside the arena itself, Kim still made sure that they would feel included on this very special day.
The fans that welcomed them in the venue were all WIK’s fans; the press was also there to cover the wedding. Kimhan made it look like it was a real anniversary event of a magazine to prevent Porchay from seeing through his plans. His fans and the press are more than willing to participate with Kim’s plan; some even gave suggestions, including the backdrop where they took photos.
Porsche rushes towards the newlyweds, snatching his brother from Kim. “Hey! That’s my husband!” Kimhan protested. Porsche only rolled his eyes at him; meanwhile, Porchay was chuckling.
“Congratulations, shit-ass,” Vegas and Macau said as they approached their cousin.
His brothers, Kinn and Khun, trapped him between them until he whined that he couldn’t breathe anymore. “Congratulations, Kimmy! Don’t forget that it was me who first noticed your silly little crush on my Chaychay.”
“Your Chaychay?” Kim raised a brow at his oldest brother. “He’s mine, my husband,” he smugly said before turning his back on his brothers and pulling Porchay away from Porsche. “My husband is mine.”
★・・・✧✿✧・・・★
“You didn’t let me help you plan our wedding,” Porchay whines as he leans almost half of his body on Kim’s chest.
Before their wedding reception reached half of Tankhun’s planned program, Kim sneakily pulled his husband out of the overlooking venue—driving away using Kim’s car, leaving the party to celebrate their wedding and everyone invited behind.
Just before midnight they arrived at an unfamiliar house; Porchay hesitatingly followed his husband inside, who looked more excited than he ever was.
It’s their new house, and Kim happily welcomed Porchay inside the house he designed based on what his husband wants. A house for Porchay, and by Porchay.
Now in bed with Kim leaning back on the headboard and Porchay hugging him at his waist, the newlyweds spend their wedding night in their own place with just the two of them and no one else to ruin this special moment.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Kim reasoned out, leaning down to peck his husband’s pursed lips. “I followed everything you wanted for our wedding, Bambi.”
Porchay furrowed his brows; confused, he asked. “Hmmm?”
“Kinn paid for everything for our wedding venue. All the staff and crew, and everyone who worked to turn your dream wedding into reality.” Porchay’s sly smile slowly appeared; he knows what his husband will say next. “Vegas hired a well-known chef and his team from Europe and flew them here for the catering at the reception.”
Kim could see how his husband’s face slowly changed from Chay sulking to now looking satisfied. “Macau worked tirelessly to conceptualize a perfect wedding souvenir.”
The wedding souvenir that Macau came up with is a replica of the safety pin ring that Porchay gave to Kimhan during the 1:1 photo op from Kim’s concert—the very same ring that Kim used to propose to Porchay. Macau made the rings in pure gold, two rings stacked on top of each other and enclosed in a glass cube. Underneath it are KimChay and the date of their wedding day engraved meticulously.
“Those are gold?” Porchay asked with his eyes bulging in surprise.
Kim smiled before he nodded. “Yes, Bambi, and Macau paid for all of it. The fans and press from the arena earlier were included in the headcount for the souvenir,” he added. He remembers how he pestered his younger cousin to order additional souvenirs for the fans and press who agreed to help him make their surprise wedding a success, which made a large chunk of damage in Macau’s bank account.
“What about P’Pete? The wedding didn’t happen outside the city or out of the country.” The hotel reservations for the guests were what he assigned to Pete.
“Don’t worry, Bambi, the whole catering team from Europe used that privilege. The numerous staff who worked on the arena and in the reception also stayed in the nearest hotel, Pete paid for all of that.”
Porchay could only hum in satisfaction.
“I did everything according to what you wanted for our wedding day…” Kim spoke again between his every peck on his husband’s nose, cheeks, and lips. And for Porchay, those little kisses from Kim feel like rain slowly dropping on his skin—full of surprise and relaxing. “…it’s just that you didn’t know that I was planning something.”
“I really thought you were not planning on marrying me anymore.”
Kim frowns, “Is that even possible? If I don’t marry you, then I won’t marry anyone else. It’s you, and you alone, Bambi,” he retorted, making Porchay know that he has no plans on marrying anyone except him.
But Porchay abruptly jolts up, making Kim almost slide down their bed. “WAIT!” he exclaimed as he jumped off the bed. “Where’s the pants I wore at our wedding?”
Kim tilted his head up, wondering why his husband suddenly became restless. Is something wrong? “On the couch, in the living room.”
Porchay didn’t think twice; he ran out of their room and went straight to the living room. Once he found his pants, he hurriedly found its pocket. A deep and heavy breath of relief let out from his chest when he was able to feel the small box he was looking for.
Walking back to their bedroom with a huge smile on his face, Porchay sat on the edge of the bed—beside his husband, who was looking worriedly at him. “I always carry this with me. I was waiting for the right time to offer you this…” Porchay shyly mumbles as he hands the small box to his husband.
In Kim’s hand sat a black velvet box housing two golden rings; inside were engraved with both their names and… “Bambi, this is…” Kim couldn’t find the right words to say; all he could do was stare at the rings in his hand.
“…the date of your fan video call where we first talked.” Porchay finished it for his husband. “I’ve been meaning to open the topic about our wedding, but I don’t want to sound impatient, so I just bought us rings instead. I thought that at least we already have a wedding ring ready before we start planning.”
Pulling his husband for a tight hug, Kim mumbles an apology, “I’m sorry for making you wait, Chay.” His chest felt tight, like some rubber tied on his heart over and over again until it couldn’t pump a single drop of blood anymore—he felt guilty.
“That’s fine, P’Kim,” Porchay answers; pulling back from the hug, he held Kim’s left hand, his thumb carefully caressing the wedding ring on Kim’s hand. “The rings they’re wearing now are more elegant-looking and more expensive than what I bought.”
Kim shook his head, clearly disagreeing with what his husband said. He takes one of the rings—the smaller one—and says, “Do you, Pichaya Kittisawat-Theerapanyakul take Kimhan Theerapanyakul as your lawfully wedded husband?” Kim pushes the ring on Porchay’s left ring finger, stacking two wedding rings together.
Porchay giggles and chuckles before nodding his head, “I do!” he exclaimed as if there was a whole crowd watching them.
“Wait,” Kimp paused. “Did I say that right? Is that what the wedding facilitator said earlier? I couldn’t remember exactly, Bambi, I was just staring at your face the whole time,” he said, accompanied by a small laugh.
Instead of answering, Porchay takes the second ring from the box, holds his husband’s hand, and repeats what Kim said, “Do you, Kimhan Theerapanyakul take Pichaya Theerapanyakul as your lawfully wedded husband…” Then he pauses for a second before grinning. “…your forever love, and your Bambi for the rest of your life?”
Kim leaned his face incredibly close to Porchay’s, “What do you think, Bambi?” he whispered mischievously.
Porchay blinks his eyes in panic, pushing his husband slightly. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know?”
“I—” Porchay shrugs.
Kim smiled before he took Porchay’s hand close to his lips. “I, Kimhan Theerapanyakul, take Pichaya Kittisawat -Theerapanyakul to be my lawfully wedded husband, my forever love, and my Bambi for the rest of my life. I will always say my I do only to you, Porchay.”
“Phi!” as he felt the heat rushing through his every vein, and his cheeks flushed. Porchay pulled his hand from Kim’s grip and pushed the ring on Kim’s ring finger—like what Kim did, stacking the two wedding rings together.
“We’re married twice this day, and I can still make you blush like the first time I met you in person,” Kim teased his husband.
“You’re teasing me again, P’Kim.”
“I’m not, I wouldn’t dare.” Kim chuckled. He pulled Porchay closer to him, going back to how they were laid before—half of Chay’s body only on top of Kim while their arms are wrapped around each other, not wanting to let go of one another.
Kim leans down slightly, just until he can nuzzle his face on the crown of Porchay’s head, and he inhales his husband’s naturally sweet scent. “Who would have thought that a fan video call would lead us to where we are now?”
Porchay looks up at Kim. “Those 180 seconds you gave to me was the most important moment of my life, P’Kim. I will never forget that day. It started something beautiful, it’s the start of us.” He reaches up for Kim’s lips, softly kissing his husband.
Kim unwrapped himself from Porchay only to cup his husband’s cheeks with both hands, “From 180 seconds to happily ever after...”
★・・・✧✿✧・・・★
“I have something I’ve been meaning to ask you, Bambi.” Kim walks up to his husband, his arms snaking around Porchay’s waist.
“Later, I’m cooking, Phi.”
“No, this is really important.” Kim reached for the stove, turned it off, and then made Porchay face him. He held his husband’s hand with his thumb touching their stacked wedding rings. “Whose card did you use to buy the wedding rings?”
“P’KIM! I BOUGHT THEM MYSELF!” Porchay exclaimed, feeling offended.
Kim just eyes him, as if he’s waiting for something more from his husband.
Porchay let out a heavy breath. “I saved my own money and used my own card to buy them…” He purses his lips.
“Really?” Kim still sounds suspicious of his husband. “You didn’t sneakily use someone from the family’s card, or your friends?”
“NOOOO!” Chay whines. “Trust me, I used my own money,” he added.
“Okay, Bambi, I believe you.” Kim then laughs at Porchay’s eyes, seemingly asking for mercy. “That’s a first…”
“…and last!” Porchay answers right back. “Thank you for this, P’Kim,” he added as he got a black card from his back pocket.
“Anything for my husband.”
“Then, can I buy WIK merch using this card?”
“You can buy as much WIK merch as you like, Bambi.”
“Sign them all?”
“Of course, I will.”
“Yes! Thank you, P’Kim!” Porchay excitedly grabs his phone. “I need to win that top spender spot on one of your brand endorsements, Phi, the prize is an exclusive gift box.”
Kim smiles to himself, chuckling while shaking his head, watching as his husband—who was once just a fan—busies himself securing the top spender spot. Who would have thought that a singer like him would fall in love with a fan and get married to a ray of sunshine? His Bambi, whom he fell in love with the moment Chay’s camera turned on and Kim saw the most beautiful and captivating eyes he had ever seen.
All it takes is 180 seconds for Porchay to own his favorite singer’s heart.
And it only took 180 seconds for Kimhan to fall madly in love with a fan.
180 seconds that will now last for a lifetime…
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