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“Rrrrah!” Home growled loudly in frustration. He pressed his hands to his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. “Oh my God! Can all of you just shut up, shut up, shut up?!”
Beside him, Kan smacked his hands away from his ears and then set about fixing his hair.
“Khun, you’re going to ruin all of my good work,” she scolded.
Home whined but grabbed the bottom of his suit jacket to stop his hands from trying again. “Sorry, but these ghosts are so looooud.”
“Are they crying in your ear again?” Kan asked, somehow probing for more information while sounding like she couldn’t care less about the answer.
With a sigh, Home shook his head, earning a stern look from Kan. “No. Not exactly.” He bit his lip. “Actually, they keep saying pretty nice things. Like, they’re still stuck in their own drama or whatever, but then they whisper something about happy weddings or... I think some of it is marriage advice? It’s hard to tell sometimes.”
Looking unimpressed, Kan stepped away and went to grab Home’s boutonnière. “That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have at least five people trying to talk over each other and get your attention while you’re trying to focus on getting dressed for your wedding,” Home said with a pout.
Kan conceded to that with a nod of her head and continued with her job of making sure Home looked his best for the ceremony. She was a surprisingly adept stand in for a groomsman. Detail oriented but also flexible to Home’s whims.
The ghosts continued to whisper in the room, crooning or sobbing or rapidly spitting out their desires. Home had never considered how a ghost would interfere with a wedding. He also hadn’t realized just how many ghosts seemed to come out whenever Peach or Home were present. It seemed several existed in the hotel where they had planned the service, but they weren’t malevolent and so no one had ever noticed them before. During the planning stages, the ghosts had been dispersed through the building, mostly on upper floors where they’d died. But today, on THE day, they all seemed to be on the bottom floor.
“I wonder how Khun Peach is doing,” Kan mused.
“What do you mean?” Home asked, tilting his head curiously.
She looked at him with confusion, like she didn’t understand his question. She motioned for Home to head for the door. “If you’re hearing so many voices, I assume Khun Peach can see them too.”
“Oh.” Home’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit.”
As Kan opened the door to lead Home out to the ceremony, they heard it. Peach’s voice from down the hall, shouting in fear. Pangpang’s voice, comforting and scolding at the same time, telling her brother to get his act together.
Despite the fear in his fiance’s voice, Home grinned. It would certainly be a wedding they’d never forget.