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the wedding day

Babe sat in front of the vanity, Porchay  fussing with his hair while Kim leaned against the wall, watching silently with an expression softer than usual.

Charlie stood in the next room, nervously fixing his tie until Nat slapped his hands away with a laugh and adjusted it for him. For once, there were no sharp words, only small smiles and quiet support.

Sky was next door with Phoenix. The room was louder, laughter spilling out as Tankhun barged in with dramatic commentary about cufflinks, colors, and how Phoenix “should thank the gods he landed Sky.” Even Sky, usually so composed, couldn’t help but laugh nervously, though he kept stealing glances at the clock.

The whole mansion buzzed with anticipation. Servants darted through the halls carrying trays, decorations, and last-minute adjustments. Kinn tried to oversee everything, his calm mask faltering at moments when the smallest detail wasn’t perfect.

And then there was Porsche.

He moved through the preparations with a smile, greeting guests, checking on Babe, teasing Porchay, and offering Sky encouragement. To anyone looking, he seemed fine  the pillar of support he always was. But inside, something gnawed at him.

He couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t the usual pre-event nerves, nor the weight of mafia business. It was something deeper, something unshakable. A whisper of unease that made his chest tighten every time he paused long enough to listen.

Kinn: Are you okay?

He asked quietly, catching the other  lingering at the end of the corridor, eyes distant.

Porsche forced a smile, patting his husband’s arm.

Porsche: Yeah. Just… overwhelmed. Big day.

But even as he said it, the unease stayed.
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Elsewhere, the world prepared in their own ways.

Rain stood in front of a mirror at home, adjusting his simple suit. His parents, Tharn and Type, moved quietly around him. Type’s sharp eyes softened as he fixed Rain’s collar, while Tharn laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. They said little, but their presence was grounding, a silent reminder that he was not alone.

Across town, Zee sat in his office, suit crisp, eyes dark. His phone lay untouched on the desk, wedding invitation tucked carefully in his breast pocket. Today was not about business, not about regrets  today, he would try to be a father.

On the other side Nunew stepped out of the car with his Mr chawarin. His hands brushed his small bump as he looked toward the mansion, nervous but steady. He had been welcomed back, and today, he would stand beside Sky as family, even if his heart ached with memories of Zee.

Back inside Therapanyukul mansion, laughter and chatter filled the air as the grooms and their families prepared. But Porsche’s unease lingered like a shadow beneath the glittering lights.

And though no one else noticed, deep down, he knew something was coming.
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The Therapanyukul gardens had been transformed into a dream. White silk draped the archway, roses lined the aisle, and chandeliers glittered above like captured stars. Guests filled the seats, their conversations a soft hum against the music that floated gently through the air.

Two weddings.....one stage.

The first to walk was Sky with Zee by his side and his other hand  trembling slightly as he held the bouquet, but Phoenix’s gaze steadied him from the altar. Every step Sky took, he felt the weight of eyes his family, his friends, his past but when he finally stood in front of Phoenix, the noise faded. It was just the two of them.

Not long after, Babe entered, his arm linked with kims. His rounded bump made his steps slower, but his glow was undeniable. Charlie’s eyes softened, guilt and love tangled together as he watched his fiancé approach. When Babe reached him, Charlie instinctively placed a hand over his, grounding them both.

The music faded. Silence blanketed the crowd.

The officiant stepped forward, voice calm and steady. “Today, we gather not once, but twice, to witness vows of love and commitment. Two couples, two journeys, one promise of forever.”

Sky and Phoenix turned to each other.

“I once thought I was too broken to love,” Sky whispered, his voice trembling but strong enough to carry. “But then you—stubborn, reckless, unshakable—showed me that broken pieces can still make something whole. You are my strength, Phoenix. My home.”

Phoenix’s eyes glistened. He lifted Sky’s hand to his lips. “And you are my heart. The calm I never knew I needed. Today, I vow to protect that heart, to love it fiercely, to never let it doubt its worth again. Always, Sky. Always.”

Tears shimmered in Sky’s eyes as the rings slid onto their fingers, sealing promises that words could never fully hold.

Then came Babe and Charlie.

Babe’s voice cracked as he began, hand resting over his bump. “Charlie, I know I’m not perfect. I know I’ve doubted, I’ve feared, I’ve hurt. But you… you stayed. Even when I pushed, even when I thought I wasn’t enough. You gave me love when I didn’t know how to love myself. Today, I promise to never doubt again. To never push away again. For you, for us, for our baby.”

Charlie squeezed his hand, throat tight. “Babe, you’ve always been enough. More than enough. My greatest joy, my greatest strength. And though I’ve faltered, though I’ve been confused, there’s no place I’d rather be than here beside you, building a family, a life. Today, I vow to never turn away. Not from you, not from our child. You are my forever.”

The crowd erupted into soft sobs and sniffles, Tankhun fanning himself dramatically as if to keep from crying too much, while Porsche discreetly wiped at his eyes, forcing a smile even as that strange unease tugged harder in his chest.

The officiant raised his hands.
“By the promises spoken here, witnessed by family and friends, I declare these couples bound in love. Sky and Phoenix. Babe and Charlie. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Applause thundered as Sky and Phoenix kissed first, soft and reverent, then Babe and Charlie followed, tender and full of promise.

For a moment, the mansion felt healed. For a moment, it was only love, laughter, and celebration with Pete sitted in the first row showing the smallest of happiness to the couples

While at the very end sat Rain hands cladding carefully at his bump as his little one started moving hitting at his walls as if excited for some reason best known to itself

But beneath the clapping, beneath the cheers, Porsche’s eyes lingered on the horizon. The unease in his chest did not fade.

The officiant lifted his voice again, ready to close the ceremony. “And now, let joy carry you forward as—”

Tat-tat-tat!

The sharp sound of gunfire ripped through the air. Gasps broke the cheer, chairs scraped against stone as guests stumbled to their feet. An army of men in black stormed into the gardens, weapons raised, their faces cold and unyielding.

Screams echoed. Mothers pulled children close. Tankhun froze in his seat, fan slipping from his hand.

Pete’s instincts flared  his body moved automatically, positioning himself between Vegas and the nearest threat. Kinn and Kim were already reaching for their own weapons, but the men in black were everywhere, a dark tide cutting through the celebration.

Then, silence. The army stood still, guns fixed on the Therapanyukul family and their guests.

From the back of the aisle, footsteps sounded  slow, deliberate, echoing like a drumbeat of dread.

And then he appeared.

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