FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

Forever love for you...

White suits on.

Two golden rings are ready.

Flowers are beautifully arranged.

Family and friends are present.

All that's left is for Kim and Porchay to walk down the aisle with the wedding bells echoing across their chosen church.

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Porsche is facing a full-length mirror, watching himself as he fixes the collar of his white suit. He had a small yet gentle smile on his face. His suit was paired with the same pristine white pants and black formal shoes. He has a small handkerchief tucked in his breast pocket.

"Porsche." Tankhun approaches the older Kittisawat. He's wearing the same suit as Porsche, except for the gold T cufflink he had on. The heels on his shoes are higher than Porsche's, and his shoes are way shinier; they almost reflect the toothy smile he showed to Porsche. "Don't forget, okay!"

Putting his hand inside his suit's pocket, Posche felt the neatly folded paper kept safely inside. "I have it with me, Khun. Porchay will smack me if I lose his wedding vows." He chuckled a little.

Tankhun did the same; he placed his hand on his breast pocket, feeling the slightly crumpled paper inside. "I bet Kim revised his vow multiple times." He laughed softly as he glanced at his face in the mirror.

"Are you ready?" Khun asked Porsche; now both of them watch their reflection.

Porsche slowly shook his head; with hesitation, he answered, "Do I even have a choice?"

"You don't." Khun answered quickly. He placed his hand on Porsche's shoulder, giving him a hefty squeeze—an encouraging one. "We don't have a choice." He added with a grim smile at Porsche, turned around, and left the room.

"Just kidding!" Tankhun exclaimed before he could leave the room, "Let's go, Porsche! They're waiting for us!" Opening the door wider, he waited for Porsche, and they walked out of the room together.

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Sunflowers with thousands of baby's breath covered the whole aisle of the church. The paleness of little Baby's breath surrounding the sunflowers and making its bright yellow petals pop more, making the combination pleasant in the eyes. Porchay really does have a keen eye for flowers, especially for his and Kim's wedding.

The church's bell swings in a calm yet with a hint of joyfulness. It produces the sound Kimhan would make and use for the song he's writing for Porchay; that would be perfect.

Porsche and Khun arrived at the church; by the foot of the aisle, they could see everyone wearing white as Porchay planned. All suited up, the whole family and their closest friends were gathered together for the day that they will surely keep in their hearts.

Porsche never thought that he would be in a church, wearing a suit, and surrounded by breathtaking flower arrangements all planned by his brother. He didn't think it would happen this fast; he wasn't ready. Porsche isn't ready to let go of his baby brother still, and with Kim!? No, not yet! He needed more time with Porchay; he wanted to spend more days and weeks and months and years with his brother first before he could let go. He still has a lot of things he has to make up for with Chay. But knowing that Porchay was the happiest when he was with Kim, Porsche couldn't help but allow him to be with the person he loves. Porsche has no choice; they leave him with no choice.

Porsche and Khun both glance at each other, give an encouraging smile to one another, and then both heave a deep, heavy breath. "Let's do this!" Porsche bravely said.