TRACKS

pre wedding

The mansion was alive with energy. Servants carried boxes of decorations, chefs tested recipes late into the night, and laughter echoed through the halls. The wedding week had officially begun.

But beneath the smiles, every person carried their own storm.
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Kinn, Vegas, and Kim  gathered the grooms Charlie and phoenix for what was supposed to be a simple bachelor night. The club was dim, the music pulsing, glasses clinking.

Charlie: You don’t have to babysit me

Vegas smirked, draping an arm over his chair.

Vegas: You’re marrying into this family. Babysitting is survival.

Phoenix chuckled softly, the sound surprising everyone. Phoenix leaned closer, whispering

Phoenix: Enjoy tonight. You deserve it.

But as laughter and drinks flowed, Kinn’s phone buzzed with yet another security alert. His eyes flickered dark, though he slid the phone back into his pocket. Not tonight. Not in front of them.

Back at the mansion, the wives hosted their own gathering. Porsche, Tankhun, Porchay, Babe,sky and Nunew sat around a sunlit table, teacups clinking, trays of sweets untouched in their chatter.

Tankhun: Bachelor parties are just excuses for the men to drink themselves stupid. Meanwhile, we are building empires of beauty and refinement.

Babe: Refinement won’t stop my back from breaking.

Porsche: You’ll have Charlie beside you. That’s enough

Nunew watched them quietly, a faint smile on his lips, but there was a flicker of sadness in his eyes that only Sky, noticed.
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Meanwhile, Rain sat alone in his room, staring at the half-finished sketch of Venice he kept tucked away in his drawer.

Rain: Don’t worry. Even if everyone forgets us, I won’t forget your father.

The loneliness wrapped around him, but he didn’t let it choke him. Not tonight.
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That night, in their bedroom, Vegas tried once more to reach Pete.

Vegas: You haven’t smiled once. Not for me. Not for anyone. What will it take, Pete?

Pete, sitting at his vanity brushing his hair, didn’t look up. His voice was flat.

Pete: Time.

Vegas’s fists clenched, but he swallowed the anger, walking over to rest his forehead against his husband’s shoulder.

Vegas: I’ll wait then. No matter how long.

Pete closed his eyes, torn between the love he once felt and the walls he had built.

The mansion carried on, full of lights and laughter, as though the mafia’s shadow and Rain’s heartbreak weren’t lingering just outside its doors.

But with every passing hour, the wedding drew closer, and with it, the inevitable clash of joy and hidden pain.
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The sitting room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of a lamp. Babe sat curled up on the sofa, cradling a pillow against his bump as though it shielded him from the world everyone else had gone to bed leaving him alone

The door creaked open. Kim stepped inside, pausing when he saw his son. Babe didn’t move, just stared at him with cool, guarded eyes.

Kim: You’re still awake.

Babe: So are you

The silence stretched thick between them. Kim crossed the room slowly, sitting down across from Babe. His hands folded together, restless, uncharacteristically uncertain.