Love Director [ENG]

Special chapter 3 - After that... playing pool

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, everyone."

That day, Aphros' family was hosting a Christmas party, as requested by the nieces and nephews. Since their older brother's house only celebrates New Year's, the kids have all gathered at this house.

The director, feeling sympathetic towards the person bustling around, preparing food for everyone—his husband, of course—even though they weren't officially married yet (because his brother-in-law still hadn't approved). But the whole family knew about the proposal. They may not have decided on where to register their marriage, but Aphros was already thinking about the wedding and how to respond to reporters who keep asking about his relationship with a non-celebrity.

He wanted to make a grand announcement, but they'll probably end up having a small ceremony since both he and Paint hate chaos. That year, Aphros was 39, and if possible, he'd fly out to register their marriage that same day.

These were the thoughts running through the big man's mind as he stood with arms crossed, watching the kids running around the kitchen. The mastermind behind all this was Plerng, supported by Andrea, with Phi Phai and Phen as reinforcements. Somehow, though, they left everything to Paint, probably because none of them could cook—only play. Fortunately, Phi Sin was also there to help, currently standing outside, grilling barbecue.

"Do you need anything, phi?"

I love him so much. As soon as Paint looked up at him, Aphros realized he wanted to see this scene every day.

Someone once told him that you'd know when you want to get married; there would be signs—like waking up wanting someone beside you, or coming home to someone waiting. Aphros had wanted that since last year, so seeing the young man smile filled his heart, once hardened by love, with warmth.

That ordinary life was special to him.

Must be getting old.

The old man laughed to himself because, well, he was getting old. He didn't want a superficial relationship, and didn't want to play around anymore. He wanted someone, and Paint was that someone—a serious and sincere young man.

"Phi, I'm hot." But when he hugged him, the boy complained.

"Wow, you used to get shy when I hugged you. Now you say you're hot."

"Try running around the kitchen for four hours, Phi, and you'll understand. And Phi Sin is even worse than me—look, he's soaked with sweat." Paint nodded toward outside where his phi was fanning his shirt, dripping with sweat, but still grilling barbecue with dedication.

"Oh, and did you need something?" Paint asked, his mouth saying he was hot, but he let the hug linger.

"The nongs have started drinking."

"What?" The boy's eyes widened.

"My nephew is the ringleader." Aphros said, chuckling, and Paint let out a big sigh.

"This party is definitely not ending without someone getting drunk." he said before leaving the hug and heading to the balcony. "Phi Sin, Plerng started drinking already."

The law graduate who had passed the bar with ease turned to look, panic in his eyes, as Paint continued. "If he starts with Andrea, this night won't end. Oh, and he'll probably try to get you drunk too."

Phi Sin looked startled and rushed into the house, with Paint following, and of course, Aphros went to check it out too.

The living room was chaotic—Plerng and Andrea weren't the only ones; their oldest nephew, who had said he would pick up his boyfriend that evening, and the youngest one were also gathered around, the table full of liquor Aphros had collected, and they were already taking shots. One finishes, the next follows—no one's walking away sober.