Arthit and kongpob wedding.
involves their wedding life with family drama.
My own story of "wedding" (forth-ming) translation into (peraya version) "our marriage"
It does not matter how hectic his day was, as the sun is setting Arthit is debating with himself hoping his day would end beautifully. Early evening 4:00 clock he got off his duty he has to be at the restaurant by 6:00 clock, kong informed him after working hours they would meet at a fancy eating house for dinner with his CEO.
he is now standing in front of a mirror depicting his well-built half-naked body with a white towel around his waist he is trying to dress up as if he was going on a romantic date with his husband but all he was doing was a show-off
The surgeon who always smears blood to his hands was now trying to dress up as a model his sudden interest took him to turn into fashionista it was already past one hour he came out from his shower to dress up but still could not get any. today he is not Doctor Arthit he was a college model who once owns a campus moon title
His eyes carefully gauged his wardrobe tracing every single shirt, tees, jackets, suits, trousers, jeans he picked his choice where his eyes find himself glazing in his imagination he kept peering his eyes to it from last fifteen minutes he imagined versatile ways of himself like a model he kept on switching his dresses finally he decided on black theme
turning back to a large mirror, with a white towel tied to his waist his lean long fingers laced around a small bottle of black colour AXE body spray holding the spray bottle in a seven-inch gap away from his body his thumb pressed the nozzle he kept rotating his hand spraying the gaseous spray all over his torso he rotated his hand in clockwise spraying his back and front along with his neck, shoulders, armpits the sizzling sound of a spray end when the bottle sent tumbling back to the desk, the atmospheric state was filled the gaseous axe body spray giving an aroma of lavender and citrus
he slipped his head and arms into a tight turtle neck t-shirt fitting to his throat and sleeves hugging his biceps pulling down the black thin soft fabric hugged his muscled chest and abs giving a perfect fit it holds his torso and waistline, the soft thin black fabric hugged to his body giving a handsome aura to his face, buckling up in light grey shade tight jean and a final black jacket over the turtle neck tee adorned his handsomeness, the black armor draped Arthit looks like a fashionista who rolled out from magazine
with a final touch to his black hair, it was left loosely falling to a side of his forehead with short hair on the back head leaving an inch gap between his collar and neck
He dressed up all in black as if the black colour was born to hug his handsomeness, from his hair tips to shoes his body was hugged with black armor he didn't forget to pick a small box from their wardrobe placing it in the inner pocket of his jacket
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his sluggish walk is like a ramp walk he was just like a model who came out from a fashion magazine. Seeing his motorbike parked like a black bitch in front of his house gate he lips twitch to giving an impressive smile he is gauging his bike without battling his eyelids his fingers were tracing his old bike this afternoon he sent his motorbike to the garage and they gave a fresh look to her she was all set for a ride with all-new breaks, gears, heart sound silencer, all old body parts were replaced with new spare parts lingering his bike with his fingers tips on handlebar and tank and his old memories are flashing, his college days, his bike rides, his friendships, his juniors, his professors, which he left almost 10 years ago
