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Gemini and Fourth made their decision for a wedding on a whim on a random Monday.
They were sitting on the kitchen counter, barefoot and hungover, eating cereal from the same bowl. The conversation had gone something like this:
“You wanna get married net Tuesday???”
“Yeah okay.”
“Cool. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Slurp
“There’s milk dripping down your chin back into the bowl back Teerak~”
By Tuesday afternoon, the group chat was on fire. By Tuesday evening, Gemini had posted on Instagram:
💍 we’re getting married. next week. see you there.
They weren’t kidding. Seven days. One wedding. Zero brain cells.
It wasn’t supposed to be a big wedding.
Just a small ceremony, some close friends. Gemini and Fourth weren’t even the ones obsessing about centerpieces or lighting or floral arrangements.
That honor belonged to Joong, Dunk, Pond, Mark, Prim and Phuwin, the true wedding planners of the century.
From the moment Gemini texted the group, all of them went feral.
Joong and Prim became the self-declared “event aesthetic director,” creating Pinterest boards labeled Ethereal YAOI Love™, sending color palettes at 2 a.m.
Dunk was logistics—spreadsheets, caterers, guest lists, a terrifying walkie-talkie he kept clipped to his belt the morning of.
Pond and Satang handled music and vibes, which meant they threatened the DJ three times and once burst into tears because the playlist didn’t have the right song of Songsit Roongnophakunsri.
And Phuwin? Phuwin was terrifying. He managed the florists, the chairs, and the catering with military precision. He hadn’t smiled in three days.
Mark was in charge of inviting the people who they actually like and making sure no one ruins the vibes.
It was truly hilarious how everything every day panned out.
Day one - Tuesday
Joong and Dunk had Face Timed them in tears.
“You’re doing what?!”
“Getting married.”
“In a WEEK?!”
“Yeah. There’s this lawn available for sunrise ceremonies. Discounted.”
“I haven’t even built your Pinterest board yet-”
Gemini hung up. Not out of rudeness, but because Phuwin was already calling.
“WHO’S CATERING? WHO’S MAKING THE PLAYLIST? DO YOU EVEN HAVE FLOWERS? ARE YOU DUMB OR JUST IN LOVE?”
Both. They were both.
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Day two - Wednesday
At exactly 9:07 a.m., Dunk stormed into Fourth and Gemini’s apartment with a clipboard and two gallons of cold brew.
“We are saving this wedding from your dumbasses.”
Joong followed, already printing color swatches. Phuwin brought five notebooks and a vision board. Pond arrived thirty minutes late with McDonald’s and a Bluetooth speaker blasting Jeff Satur.
Prim burst out open yelling "I hate u gay people!"
None of them had slept.
Gemini tried to protest. “It’s a small wedding Ph-”
“NOT ANYMORE,” Joong hissed.
“You’re a BL GAYYY couple. That means we go hard or we go fucking home.” Prim shuts them up.
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Day three - Thursday
The Spiral.
Phuwin had a minor breakdown over the chairs. He wanted 30 white Chiavari chairs. The vendor only had 26.
“We can just borrow from-” Fourth started.
“NO. THEY WON’T FUCKING MATCH.” Phuwin gripped the chair sample.
Meanwhile, Satang got into a verbal war with the DJ because he refused to play Sadistic by Jasper during the first dance. “It’s symbolic,” He argued. “They're into bdsm anywaysss.”
Joong and Dunk were yelling at each other about table layouts.
“This is not symmetrical, Dunk.”
“This is efficient, Joong.”
“I WILL EAT YOU.”
"TRY ME"
And promptly started making out.
Gemini and Fourth sat in a corner eating shrimp chips.
“We did this,” Fourth whispered.
“I know,” Gemini said, lovingly. “It’s beautiful.”
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Day Four - Friday
The Dress Code Crisis.
“No one wears white except the couple,” Prim declared.
“I’m not wearing white,” Gemini said. “I’m wearing this cream silk thing PHIIII.”
“CREAM IS WHITE FOR PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY’RE TOO COOL FOR WHITE.”
Fourth held up his outfit: a dusty rose linen set with gold embroidery. “Is this okay?”
Prim burst into tears. “Its perfect. This is why I love you. I hate everyone else.”
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Day Five - Saturday
The Venue Almost Dies.
Dunk received a call at 8 a.m. The venue manager “accidentally” double-booked the ceremony space with a baby shower. A Minions-themed baby shower.
“They want to set up banana balloons,” he said. “Gemini, they want banana balloons.”
“Tell them no.”
“They already hung one on the arch.”
Fourth snatched the phone. “Phi listennnn, tell them we’ll give them five thousand baht and a free Cocomelon CD to leave.”
It worked.
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Day Six - Sunday
The Rehearsal That Wasn’t.
No one rehearsed anything.
Dunk tried. “You enter on the left, Pond hands the rings, I say a few words-”
Pond was drunk. Joong was busy hot-gluing flowers to Gemini’s lapel while Dunk passed him the wrong flowers. Phuwin and Prim were chasing the caterer around the yard, screaming about how vegan spring rolls are blasphemy. Satang was sadly playing guitar.
Gemini whispered to Fourth, “Do you think we’re going to jail for this?”
Fourth: “Only emotionally.”
They kissed behind the folding chairs
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DAY SEVEN — Monday
The Wedding.
4:30 a.m.
The lawn was soaked in dew. The leftover baby shower glitter refused to come off the grass. The DJ arrived late and accidentally played “NAM DANG NAM SOM” during setup.
Mark almost decked him. “Turn that off before Prim kills someone.”
Joong was adjusting flowers and crying. “It’s not the vibe. The sun’s too orange.”
Dunk was shouting orders into a walkie-talkie:
“PHUWIN, ARE THE RINGS SAFE?”
“YES???”
“WHERE’S THE FUCKING CAKE?”
“STUCK IN TRAFFIC.”
“FUCKING HELL MATE COME OVER WHATTT.”
At 4:59 a.m., Gemini and Fourth held hands at the edge of the aisle still yawning into their iced coffees and watching their friends lose their minds on their behalf.
“Why does this feel like someone else’s wedding?” Fourth whispered, sipping from a straw as Prim aggressively fluffed a flower arrangement.
“Because we’re not in charge,” Gemini said, nodding toward Pond, who was scream-whispering at a waiter about pastry placement. “They are.”
“Do you think they’d notice if we just eloped right now?”
“They would murder us,” Gemini said. “Lovingly. But very efficiently.”
.
.
The actual ceremony was beautiful.
Chairs weren’t where they were supposed to be cause some kid ruined Phuwin's precision while he was making out with Pond, the flower arch almost blew over, and someone’s cousin accidentally played “Hit me up” instead of the piano intro playlist Joong and Prim had slaved over for a week. But none of that mattered when Gemini saw Fourth walking toward him barefoot on dew-wet grass, hair tousled and eyes a little sleepy but so damn soft, like the morning sun itself had paused to admire him.
Dunk choked during the vows, started crying halfway through his officiant speech, and had to be handed a napkin by Prim, who rolled her eyes but patted Dunk’s shoulder.
Gemini and Fourth exchanged rings. Well—technically, Fourth dropped his, and it rolled into the grass. Mark dove to retrieve it with a dramatic yell, emerging victorious and grass-stained.
“I now pronounce you,” Dunk sniffled, “a complete and utter disaster of a couple. Also married.”
There was applause. Confetti (biodegradable, Satang insisted). A champagne cork hit someone in the head it was Mark's boyfriend.
They kissed. Gemini's mum and Fourth's dad cried so loud they had to be escorted to a room.
Everyone screamed.
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The reception was held in a borrowed backyard—Earth’s boyfriend Mix’s cousin’s girlfriend’s house, apparently. And honestly, it was better that way. The less legal liability, the better.
The woman inside (her name might’ve been Fon or Fah or something else entirely) just handed Joong the spare keys and said, “Don’t break the koi pond.”
There was a koi pond.
No one remembered that fact until someone fell into it later ps. it was Joong and Dunk.
The yard itself was uneven and vaguely sloped, mismatched folding chairs were gathered in circles like a support group for emotional instability. Blankets and bean bags littered the grass..
Hand-painted wooden signs leaned against every surface:
- Twerk Responsibly
(courtesy of the twins AJ and Neo)
Everyone was drunk by 1 p.m.
Even Nanon, who swore he was staying “sharp” until dessert. Then Godji handed him a mojito with three extra shots of rum and he just nodded politely, sipped, and never put the cup down again.
Phuwin and Pond ended up slow dancing near the buffet—Phuwin with his forehead pressed to Pond’s shoulder, swaying off-beat to a phonk remix of Eyes on you by Vitamin A. Pond kept murmuring things like “This is our song Phuwin I love u so much na!” and “Hold me like it’s the finale of a K-drama and never let go.”
Near the drinks table, Satang had started a drinking game involving absolutely nothing and promptly threw up into a potted plant while Winny and Book supported him.
Joong, meanwhile, was emotionally wrecked.
He cornered Gemini, who was high off cake and pure wedded bliss and buried his face in his shoulder, sobbing. “You’re not allowed to break up. I spent three weeks on the color palette. I printed swatches. I had a vision. And now it’s... real.”
Gemini just patted his back and nodded solemnly. “We’ll stay together for the sake of the hues.”
Joong wept harder.
Somewhere mid-afternoon, Gemini got up on the table with a fork and yelled, “I married the hottest man alive!”
The crowd cheered. Pahn and June cheered louder suspiciously.
Fourth yelled, “You better tell them about my ass!”
Gemini: “My husband has the best ass in Thailand!”
Tay Tawan tried to toast with a full wine bottle, dropped it, and somehow hit the DJ’s laptop. The music changed to whale noises. Everyone clapped like it was intentional.
Joong and Dunk who had been at each other’s throats all week. They were dating, yes. In love too. But wedding planning had turned them into rabid cryptids. They disagreed on everything.
So when Pond saw them behind the drink table making out, he screamed so loud it startled Louis so bad poor dude knocked down the whole damncake.
Joong, in his perfect pale pink trousers, flushed and furious, hands was gripping Dunk’s collar like he was about to either kiss or kill him.
Dunk, glasses crooked, shirt untucked, clipboard somewhere on the floor, smirking like he wanted to be punished for printing menus in Comic Sans.
Dunk grabbed Joong’s ass so hard someone audibly gasped it was probably Force and Book’s gay asses again.
Mix threw a flower petals at them.
Force yelled, “FINALLY.”
“Oh my god, get a fucking ROOM!!”
And before anyone could stop her—Prim charged.
Full speed.
And then she shoved them both into the koi pond.
SPLASH.
A scream. A thud.
Joong popped up first, shrieking. “ARE YOU INSANE?!”
Dunk surfaced behind him, coughing, lipstick smeared across his chin, water dripping off his ear.
Phuwin screamed and yelled “PRIM WHAT THE FUCK!!”
Gemini fell over laughing.
Fourth said, “They needed to cool off.”
Joong pointed, furious, “WHO INVITED HER ASS?!”
But before anyone could answer—
Tu ran in like a whirlwind.
“You’re hot as fuck, Prim!”
Prim blinked.
“Wait, what-”
And Tu, grabbed her hand and yelled,
“IM making out with this woman and ran!!!”
Milk, JJ , Mark and Namtan cheered loudly.
Fourth was wearing a bright pink shirt someone had thrown on him after he’d spilled som tam down his actual wedding outfit. Gemini had unbuttoned his own shirt halfway, hair ruffled from too many hugs and not enough air. They were sweaty and tipsy.
And that’s when Fourth leaned into Gemini’s side and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
Gemini blinked at him, still chewing a chicken skewer. “Out where?”
Fourth tilted his head toward Dunk’s car parked crookedly by the curb, keys half-hanging out of his back pocket where he lay unconscious. “North.”
Gemini followed Fourth’s gaze, slowly grinning. “You want to steal Phi Dunk’s car?”
Fourth smirked. “Consider it our wedding gift.”
So they scribbled a note—“BRB. Married. 😘”
Shoved cupcakes into a plastic bag.
Took Godji’s sunglasses.
And left their wedding reception.
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They blasted terrible radio songs as they sped down the highway. Gemini’s wedding shirt flapped in the wind from the open window. Fourth had his feet on the dashboard, sunglasses too big for his face sliding down his nose. They were both laughing like teens, still in awe that they were now—officially, officially—each other’s husbands.
Somewhere near Lampang, Fourth looked over with a sleepy smile and said, “You know I booked us a resort, right?”
Gemini nearly drove off the road.
“You what?”
“Yeah. Booked it last week. I was going to surprise you after the honeymoon phase but... well.” He gestured vaguely at the car, their impromptu jailbreak. “We’re already there.”
Gemini stared at him, a strange mixture of affection and disbelief flooding his chest. “You sneaky little-”
“I wanted us to have something nice,” Fourth said, quieter now, the teasing gone. “Like... a place just for us. With actual doors. And air conditioning.”
“And a bed,” Gemini added, voice catching slightly.
Fourth smirked again. “Yeah. That too.”
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Their resort was tucked into the hills outside Chiang Mai, wrapped in trees and the soft hum of cicadas. The receptionist, a kind older woman didn’t even blink when they showed up in half-wedding attire. She just handed them the keys with a knowing smile and said, “Wait for 30 minutes we gotta ready it a lil bit. Its the Honeymoon suite on the back. Pool’s out back. Don’t wake the peacocks.”
Their villa was ridiculous.
Private infinity pool, floor-to-ceiling windows, a bed big enough to get lost in. Someone had hastily scattered flower petals across the floor—probably part of the honeymoon package—and there was a fruit basket on the table with a note that read “Congrats, Gemini & Fourth 💍💖”
Fourth turned to him the moment the door shut behind them. “We stole Dunk’s car,” he said, as if the reality had only just dawned on him.
Gemini dropped their bags. “And now we’re here.”
There was a beat of silence. Then they both started laughing again, collapsing onto the bed.
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The rest of the evening slowed down.
They swam in the pool under the fading light, floating on their backs as the sky turned orange and pink and eventually a soft blue-black. Fourth paddled lazily beside him, water glinting on his skin, and Gemini thought—How the fuck did I get so lucky?
They kissed with mouths full of room service strawberries.
Gemini took forty photos of him eating pineapple on the balcony. They played terrible card games in bed and watched trashy TV dubbed in Thai.
Later, Fourth curled into him on a deck chair holding a half-eaten mango from the fruit basket between his fingers. “I thought the wedding would feel bigger. More dramatic.”
Gemini played with his hair, fingers gentle. “It kind of was. You stole a car.”
Fourth grinned. “Okay, fair.”
“But I know what you mean. It didn’t feel like this massive change. It just felt...” He trailed off, pressing a kiss to Fourth’s temple. “Like the next step.”
Fourth was quiet a moment. Then: “I love you.”
Gemini looked down at him, eyes soft. “Yeah. I love you too.”
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They spent the night in that ridiculous bed, wrapped around each other, limbs tangled, whispering jokes and memories and confessions between kisses.
In the middle of the night, Gemini woke up to find Fourth lying on his chest, still awake.
“What are you thinking about?” Gemini asked, brushing hair from his forehead.
Fourth whispered, “Let’s stay here forever Gem.”
Gemini kissed him slow. “Let’s steal everything. This bed. This peace. This soft.”
“Even the shampoo bottles?”
“Especially the shampoo bottles.”
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The next morning, Gemini woke up to birdsong and the smell of coffee. Fourth was sitting on the edge of the bed in one of the resort’s fluffy robes, sipping from a mug.
“Breakfast’s coming,” he said, smiling. “And Phi Dunk hasn’t called yet. Either he’s still asleep or we’re dead to him.”
Gemini stretched, groaning contentedly. “Either way, I’m not leaving this bed.”
“You’re in luck,” Fourth said, climbing back into his lap. “Neither am I.”
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By the time Dunk finally called them, screaming about the car and demanding his cooler back, they were already booking an extra two days.
“You’re married now,” Dunk shouted. “That doesn’t give you immunity from larceny!”
“It does in love,” Gemini replied, smug.
Fourth giggled beside him, stealing another spring roll. “Tell him we’ll return it in one piece.”
“You stole my fuckin car,” Dunk groaned. “And my fucking umbrella!”
They hung up laughing.