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- time skip -

"Do you think the dogs are okay?" Gun asked for about the fourth time as the plane lifted off.

"Fifi and Foofoo are perfectly fine. I reassure you Mom is taking care of them." Off sighed and pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

Just as he did so, a young flight attendant leaned over, "all electronics off please at least until an hour in the flight."

Off apologized to the lady who was already walking away to help a passenger with her seatbelt. The 21-year old smirked and turned to his boyfriend, whispering in his ear, "It's our wedding day and you're concerned about our dogs?"

"Technically it's the day we become officially husband and wife rolled into a week pre-honeymoon." Gun's voice became higher in octaves, and his words came out in a fast sentence, almost as if the man was rapping. He always did that when he was nervous.

"Did you refer to yourself as my wife?" Off couldn't stifle his laughter.

Gun shrugged. "Husband and... husband." Then he too couldn't stop a contagious smile from spreading across his face. He was going to get married. To Off Jumpol. Within 24 hours he would be Gun Jumpol.

The two were supposed to wait until after graduation to get married, but with their love quickly zooming by them like a train, they couldn't help but seize the moment. They were still on track, just a year earlier than expected. It was after half a year they got Fifi, and 2 months later came Foofoo. What Gun doesn't know is that Off has a third one for him. A newborn puppy with brown curly hair. He had already named it Cocoa.

They originally wanted to get married in the Big Apple, New York City. The two thought it'd be cool to enter one of those monumental, historic courthouse buildings. The ones with the stone-walled designs and gargoyles, and obtain their marriage license there since Thailand still hadn't legalized gay marriage.

Winter was soon settling in, and Gun spontaneously wanted to go to Canada.

"Wanna get married there?" Off suggested as he noticed the spark in Gun's eyes.

"Can we really?"

The older man wrapped his arms around Gun's torso from behind and watched as he looked at the many resorts that were available in the winter. "We can do whatever you want." He placed a line of kisses down his boyfriend's neck and back.

That was how the two ended up in an airplane, flying 14 hours and 54 minutes. Well, 15 hours and 35 minutes if you count the stop to Vancouver.

Their parents were aware and supportive of their decision to marry together in a separate country, however, they were to come back and have a wedding/party kind of thing.

The mothers were the ones to insist that.

"Babe." Off leaned over and whispered quietly.

Gun, who was getting comfortable with a neck pillow and a sleep mask, shivered from the deep tone of his sound to be husband's voice. "What?"

"We're officially 5,280ft into the air."

"So?"

The older man bit his lip. "We could be apart of the Mile High Club."

Gun furrowed his brows, confused at first, and then gasped. "You're a fucking pervert. Go play soccer asshole." He turned his back to the man and pushed the face mask over his eyes.

***

What a pleasure it was for Gun to wake up to the feel of his boyfriend's finger trailing his nose, and come down to his mouth. He couldn't help but smile drowsily. Then he heard his boyfriend's voice, "We're finally here."