ADDICTED: NICOTINE

CHAPTER 53

AN: Important message at the end, please read.

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A feeling of sheer bliss, love, and happiness washes through the fair skinned man standing at the end of the isle.

"Are you ready?" a voice asks from Arthit's side. The said man turns his head and sees his best friend asking him with a smile on his face. Eyes obviously glazed with tears.

"Are you crying?" Arthit teasingly asks.

"You bitch, of course I am. I feel like an emotional mother who's about to see her son get married to prince charming. Like everything happened so fast, do we not have a slow motion button?" Third says, rubbing the back of his hands on his eyes and exaggerates a sob. Arthit laughs at his friends antics then wraps his arm on the shorter man's.

"Come on, I want to get married already." Arthit chimes, Third signals the organizers and the live band starts playing a harmonic tune as they walk down the isle.

Red and white roses, white curtains, candles and string lights, his loved ones standing right in front of their perfectly aligned seats, and a red carpet that elegantly leads straight to the breathtakingly arranged altar where the man of his dreams was waiting for him.

Arthit looks straight at him, their gaze locking with each other. Kongpob giving him the softest smile and Arthit couldn't help himself from shedding a tear.

"Take care of him." Third says to Kongpob once they reached the altar, the latter nods softly and replies.

"I will."

Kongpob leads his groom in front of the priest. The both of them , their hands not wanting to let go of each other. There they stood facing each other, loving and shy smiles being exchanged.

The priest starts to speak.

"We are all gathered today to witness the union of two souls. Arthit Ronajpat and Kongpob Sutthiluck. Before we start the wedding, is there anyone who wants to oppose?"

The whole ground stays silent, Arthit almost chuckles, thinking that no one would dare anyways. The priest then clears his throat and starts to speak again.

"Let us now start the ceremony with the exchange of vows. Mr. Arthit?"

The said man takes a deep breathe, a little nervous but not that much. Just the enough amount of nervousness that can trigger his little heart into tears of joy.

"Kongpob, you are my love, my life, and the world that revolves around me. I'm grateful, like super grateful you came into my life. You're cheesy and sometimes your jokes are just dead ass not funny at all that I have to force myself not to laugh at how much they failed, but hey, you're so sweet that sometimes I think I'll get diabetes. You're loving, extremely kind, charming, considerate, understanding, handsome, and well, over all, you're just perfect. You make it seem like someone as complicated as I am, maybe sometimes a little over dramatic, easy to love. You make me like myself more. Thank you, and I love you for that.

As your husband, I vow to always be there for you, to take care of you, to love you eternally, to -" his voice almost cracking, Arthit takes another deep breathe, trying to collect himself. He sees Kongpob give him a reassuring smile, encouraging him to continue. He smiles back softly and continues.

"I vow to at least be able to finish these vows without ugly crying!" he interjects almost in a whiny tone that makes everyone laugh and giggle at him. Arthit clears his throat before continuing to speak.

"Kong, I promise to always be honest, faithful, patient. I promise to be your guide, best friend, and partner in crime, figuratively or literally, I'll be here. I promise to honor, and to love you with all that I am, body, soul, and mind and cherish you through all life's adventures. Wherever we go, we'll go together."