KongArtWeek 2022 - Oneshots and Manyshots

Day 3 - Through the Lens and Music

AN: day 3 - "Will you go with me?" 

Henlo everyone! I wasn't supposed to be writing anything for this day. I didn't have any clue what to write. You gotta have to thank GraceTapia and @sintanisingto from twitter for this prompt. Their posts gave me inspiration!

Original title: The Wedding Singer. >.<

–_–

Oh I know

That I am not the main in your show

No matter how much that I have tried

I could never change your mind

I'm aware

That I could never even compare

With someone that you have in your heart

Just a friend who cares from a far

In the dark

Arthit stared at the couple dancing slowly in the middle of the room, surrounded by other couples also swaying to the tune of his song. The first dance was already over and it was the third song already. He got weird glances because of the song choice but he didn't care about them.

But can I pretend to fake that part

The light in the dark when you couldn't see

I'll write up the star the night you're lonely

I can be right there

And shortly I'll disappear

Tell me, I'm always here

Just to love you

He was bitter. He wanted his feelings to come across, hoping that it would reach the person whom he had harbored feelings for years. Even though it was already too late. Way too late for him.

But that person wasn't even looking at him for his song choice. Her focus was solely on the man whose arms encased her. The beautiful bride– now wife– to his best friend who was the groom.

They were lost in their own world, oblivious to the pain that was clearly showing on their best friend's voice. Even some of the guests, who had remained sober, noticed his melancholy. Those who knew of him and his bond with the bride and groom gasped and whispered to one another about the poor young man and his pain.

Among these people was another young man, who was drawn to the beautiful voice of the singer, and who had been keeping an eye on him since he began singing. Not only his eyes, but also his viewfinder. Heck, the tall young man must've taken more photos of the wedding singer than the couple themselves.

Kongpob bit his lips behind his camera and kept on clicking photos of the other man, shifting from foot to foot, even going so far as kneeling on the floor to get the perfect angle for the wounded angel singing his heart out. His own heart beat for the other man, erratic, palpatory. His own eyes were glued to the beautiful melancholy, and he can swear to anyone who would ask him that he saw a halo and a pair of droopy wings on the man.

He watched him 'til the end of his song, and even until he stepped back from the mic and a more upbeat song was played by the hired DJ. His feet moved on their own, making their way towards the lone figure on the edges of the crowd, his eyes tracking each and every move of the oblivious man.