THEWEDDINGPLAN, Chapter 7:
‘Accidentally’ is just an excuse for those who’ve done wrong.
Khun Lom, stay still, will you?”
“Ugh, hmph… I’m fine. I’m fine,” he slurred.
“If you’re fine, then walk straight,” Namnuea sighed heavily, half-dragging the handsome groom, who was completely wasted, up to his hotel room. He let out a huge breath of relief once he finally managed to deposit the tall man’s limp form onto the large bed.
“Here you go, thanks,” Nuea handed a hundred-baht note to the hotel staff who’d helped, watching as they left and closed the door. Only then did he turn his attention back to the man who’d called him out.
“So, why did you call me here?”
Besides mentioning a fight with his family, Sailom hadn’t said much else and was drinking liquor like it was water. Namnuea had considered leaving early to avoid the awkwardness, but he wasn’t heartless. Plus, he was worried about how someone that drunk would get home. And, as expected… the big guy had collapsed, completely out of it.
Even though he knew where Sailom’s house was, driving him home wasn’t an option. And… he wasn’t sure how he’d get back himself. Taking him to his own place felt even more inappropriate. So, Namnuea’s solution was to book a room here instead. Let the drunk guy deal with the bill himself later. Now, here he was, standing with his hands on his hips, staring at the intoxicated man.
“Mmm,” the man groaned softly, shifting his head as if searching for a comfortable position before going still, prompting a heavy sigh from Namnuea.
If every sigh shortened his life by a day, a single day with this guy would probably cost him a year. “Damn it!” he muttered, glaring at the drunk man before softening. Cursing himself, he turned and headed to the bathroom. Rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, he grabbed a small towel, dampened it with warm water, and returned to the room.
“Why is it me taking care of you instead of your fiancée?” Namnuea sometimes wanted to complain to the heavens about what kind of joke this was. But calling Khun Yiwa near midnight to say the groom was plastered might cause more trouble. In the end, he just slumped onto the edge of the bed in resignation.
“Ugh!”
“Stubborn, huh? You’re such a brat,” Nuea said, wrinkling his nose slightly. When he tried to dab the towel on the man’s cheek, the other swatted his hand away, making him scold in exasperation, though a charming smile tugged at his lips. Normally, this guy seemed in control of everything, but today, he was just a helpless kid unable to solve his problems. “Come on, it’s just a friend helping a friend,” Namnuea reassured himself, feeling more at ease. He wiped along the man’s jawline, while his other hand moved to unbutton the man’s shirt, planning to clean him up and head home. But… Wrong move,” he thought. As the last button came undone, revealing a broad chest covered only by a white tank top, his heart raced. His eyes couldn’t tear away from the wide shoulders, let alone the firm, sculpted chest, its contours visible even through the fabric. And that abdomen… Gulp.
Unable to resist, Nuea placed his hand on the hard, muscular stomach. The heat radiating through his palm made him flinch, and he glanced at the sharp, handsome face still fast asleep. Taking a deep breath, he thought, Just a little touch as payment for my time, right?
Convincing himself that he might never get this chance again, he grabbed the towel, lifted the hem of the tank top, and gently wiped the chiseled abdomen. His wide eyes stayed fixed, unblinking, as his other hand couldn’t resist touching the warm skin.
His fingertips grazed the heated skin that had once warmed his face, lightly brushing the dark, sexy trail of hair and tracing the beautiful muscle lines, unable to hold back.
That’s enough, Nuea. This is enough. This is already too wrong.
Though he thought he wanted to pull his hand back, his emotions surged far beyond that, until his palm slid up to touch the broad chest, caressing it lightly, forcing him to take deep breaths to regain his senses. But the other man’s scent seemed to overpower every other smell in the room, making him even more dazed.
Slap
“Enough, gotta stop!” He had to slap his own face with his other hand to snap out of the intoxicating spell he was falling under, then stood up to his full height.
“Go home, enough, gotta stop!” The one who had secretly taken advantage of the drunken man told himself firmly. No more teasing, no more crossing lines, afraid things would go too far. But then…
Grab
“But I don’t want you to stop.”
In an instant, Namnuea flinched, startled, because the man he thought was asleep suddenly gripped his wrist tightly, forcing him to turn and look…
Crash!
“Ouch!” In the brief moment he saw the other man smiling, his body swayed and collapsed, falling onto Sailom on the large bed, completely unprepared. His eyes widened, both hands trying to push himself up from the bed, but doing so made him… meet those eyes.
The tea-colored eyes reflected the room’s light, sparkling with a deep, captivating glint, as if they could pull his soul into their sweet gaze. The large hand still held his wrist tightly as the sharp-featured face moved closer.
“Y-You’re not asleep?”
Namnuea was both scared and embarrassed that the other man was awake and aware of his actions, while the other chuckled low in his throat.
Asleep, but woken up by you.”
And that “waking” probably wasn’t just from a dream but included something else that had clearly stirred, making Namnuea jump. He wanted to pull away, but he was pinned by those sweet, alcohol-glazed eyes. His heart pounded like a drum, his lips so dry he had to lick them.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“No… no need to apologize… because I want you.” With that, warm lips pressed onto his vibrant ones, quick and firm, sending a shock through his entire body, like an electric current racing through him. He could only stammer, voice trembling.
“But it’s not right.”
“Please.”
Namnuea hates himself because, at that sweet, pleading whisper, he… closes his eyes.
His pale body yields, pulled down onto the large bed, hearing the clear rustle of clothes brushing against each other. Hot lips press against his vibrant ones, sealing tightly, pressing until they feel each other’s essence. Then begins a nibbling, teasing dance that sets his heart trembling.
Snap
Namnuea truly can’t stop himself. He raises both hands to wrap around the strong neck, parting his lips to welcome the tongue that delves deep inside. He tastes the mix of alcohol and gentle sweetness, intoxicating him into responding with fierce passion.
This must be the liquor’s fault.
“Mmm… mm… Khun Lom… kiss…” The sound of kisses
echoes through the wide room, blending with soft moans in his throat. Namnuea’s hands tangle in the dark hair, as their tongues slide against each other, wet and slick, turning the kiss so sweet it steals their breath.
“Nuea, Khun Nuea…”
The other pulls back slightly to lock eyes, and in that moment, Namnuea forgets everything.
“Khun Lom,” his hands around the neck pull the other closer, whispering as if pleading. Warm lips press down without hesitation, sending heat through their fervent tongues, neither yielding. If one pulls back, the other pursues, pressing close with no time to rest. Then his hands slide to broad shoulders, feeling their firmness, as he tries to tug the other’s shirt off.
Sailom cooperates fully, and soon the shirt and undershirt are tossed beside the bed. Namnuea doesn’t even realize he’s propped himself up to shed his own shirt as the other pulls it off him.
“Mmm… Khun Lom…” Both their upper bodies bare, they move closer, skin brushing until it flushes faintly. Their breaths grow ragged from the tingling desire coursing through them.
“Khun Lom… gulp…”
“You smell… you smell good all over.”
Hot lips scatter kisses across pale cheeks, trailing down to the neck. A tongue traces the prominent Adam’s apple, then moves to the enticing collarbone, the soft, pale chest, pausing at the tantalizingly soft, pale peaks.
Slurp
“Ah!” The moment the tongue flicks the sensitive bud on his chest, Namnuea jolts, clinging to the other’s neck, biting his lip in pain as waves of pleasure assault his body. All he can do is arch his chest, offering it up for the other to devour freely. His heart races uncontrollably, with only his ragged breaths attempting to quell the burning desire, though it does little to help.
Warm lips suck one side until it’s red and swollen, then shift to the other, teasing as if drawing out milk. Namnuea feels both faint and electrified, but he doesn’t want to stop. His legs entwine with the other’s, while his hands roam across the broad back.
“You’re adorable from head to toe, you know that?” The low, husky whisper left Namnuea unable to think straight. A large hand was kneading his sensitive lower parts, the touch so intense it felt like his body might explode. Then, his pants and underwear were pulled down to his ankles, and the other man shed his own clothes. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Namnuea’s lips.
Their bare bodies rubbed against each other, radiating heat and desire. The large hand continued its relentless caress, drawing incoherent moans from Namnuea as he gasped heavily, parting his legs to allow the other to ease a finger into his tight warmth. The first finger, then the second, and the third moved with gentle care, making his body tremble. Namnuea could only arch his back like a drawn bow, his face twisting against the soft pillow.
“Khun Lom… ngh… hah… please… I can’t… I can’t take it…” His shaky moans filled the air as the other man teased him to the point his body screamed with need. Waves of emotion crashed over him like a raging tide. Namnuea shuddered violently as warm lips returned to kiss his own, and he clutched at the other man as if trying to release the pressure in his chest. But it didn’t help. It only fueled the fire of his desire, and he surrendered completely, abandoning all sense of right and wrong.
“Be mine, Nuea. Be mine.”
The sweet words whispered in his ear made him cast aside all dignity. He threw his arms around the man’s neck, letting out a soft, endearing moan in response, earning a searing kiss as a reward. His body screamed with pleasure as the burning heat began to fill him, inch by inch, until he was nearly overwhelmed.
“Khun Lom… you… hah…”
“Nuea… you’re mine… you’re mine now…”
The large bed rocked with their movements as their bodies became one. Soft moans echoed through the room, a testament to the scorching passion between them. The sound of skin against skin formed a fervent rhythm, swaying and trembling, resonating in both their hearts.
Sweat dripped down their bodies, but neither cared. There was only the driving force of desire consuming them, touching again and again, pulling them deeper into a lust that showed no signs of waning. On the contrary, it grew stronger… stronger… stronger…
“Khun Lom…” Namnuea reached out to touch the man’s sweat-slicked cheek, urging him to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and the tender, loving look in the other’s eyes nearly shattered his heart. He whispered softly, “Kiss me, please.” It was a request the other man was more than willing to fulfill. The gentle, sweet touch of their lips was more overwhelming than the intensity their bodies were experiencing. The whispered words made Namnuea close his eyes, letting himself go, wanting nothing more than to savor the bliss of this moment.
“Nuea… my love.”
“Gasp! Sailom, Khun Lom!” Namnuea could only let out a loud moan, calling the other’s name as his body erupted in ecstasy, seeing stars twinkling before his eyes. His hands wrapped around the man’s neck, pulling him into a tender kiss, while the other tensed, embracing the fleeting joy of this moment… but not forever.
…
The bliss of the night would transform by morning.
Namnuea hadn’t woken up with a pounding headache in ages, but today it felt like his head might explode. His brows furrowed deeply as he opened his eyes to unfamiliar walls. It took several minutes to piece together why his body felt so drained. And when he did…
His pale face whipped to the side, eyes widening in shock.
Khun Lom!
The young Nuea nearly cried out, but he clamped his mouth shut just in time. His heart pounded—not with joy, but with guilt gnawing at his soul.
He had just slept with someone else’s groom!
Plink.
Namnuea couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his cheeks.
Now, he remembered everything: every heated moment, every longing, every desire, and every tender act… that now tormented his heart.
His wide eyes traced the sharp, sleeping face—from the thick, dark brows to the prominent nose, the closed eyelids, and the lips that had whispered words of love all night. Even the faint stubble on his cheeks. He took in every detail as tears fell silently, his heart corroded by guilt.
What had he done last night?
Cursing himself, instead of waking the other to confront their shared mistake, the young organizer slid off the bed as quietly as possible. He stepped down, drained of strength, and hurriedly gathered his scattered clothes—evidence of last night’s events— dressing quickly, his hands trembling.
“I have to get home,” his pale figure whispered shakily, steadying himself. If he stayed here any longer, he’d only show more weakness.
Damn it, he was still crying.
Wiping his face, he found tears still flowing. He rushed to the bathroom, splashed water on his face as fast as he could, and fled the room before Sailom could wake.
Let him think he slept with someone else—it’d be easier to face than the truth.
Please let him be too drunk to remember. Please let him be too drunk to remember.
Namnuea repeated to himself, as if praying to God. Then he hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom, intending to leave the room. But…
“Where are you going?”
“No way,” Namnuea groaned, barely able to contain himself. As he stepped out of the bathroom, the man who should still be out cold… was sitting up.
He was stared at so intensely it was hard to control himself, but Namnuea mustered every ounce of strength to flash a smile at the other man and ask in a normal tone, “Awake already,
Khun Lom?”
“Where are you going, Nuea?” Instead of answering, the other man repeated the same question, this time using his name.
The name whispered so intimately throughout the night. Namnuea trembled but took a deep breath, forcing a smile and raising an eyebrow as if confused. “Home, of course. I watched over a drunk guy all night until he woke up. You can take care of yourself now, right?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The other man’s brows furrowed tighter, his once-sweet gaze now tinged with anger.
The young organizer tilted his head, feigning innocence.
“What’s that? Too drunk to remember? Last night you were wasted, you threw up, so I had to strip you down and clean you up. Plus, you looked like you could go wild any second, so I had to stay and watch you until morning.”
Namnuea tried to laugh it off like a joke, denying the truth of last night. He just needed the other man to remember nothing, to let him be the only one who recalled the mistake of the night before.
Khun Lom is about to be a groom, and we’re working for him.
Let it go no further than this.
“Nuea.” But the other man called his name with a tone laced with anger, swiftly rising from the soft bed and stepping quickly toward him. Namnuea turned his face away.
“You should put some clothes on first.”
Grab
“Why are you talking like this?” Instead of complying, Sailom grabbed his wrist tightly. His sharp eyes gleamed as he asked in a tone of disbelief. Namnuea had to swallow every feeling inside, taking a deep breath to rein in his scattered senses.
“How else should I talk when nothing happened?”
“‘Nothing happened… when I had you moaning under me all night?!”
He remembers.
Nuea almost couldn’t suppress his flinch, but he kept up the innocent smile and asked, as if clueless,
“What do you mean?”
“Namnuea!” Sailom’s hands grip his shoulders firmly, forcing him to meet his gaze. His voice is sharp with anger and confusion, while Namnuea screams silently in his heart.
Please don’t understand. Let it be just one night and nothing more.
“What is it? I need to get home. I have work today.”
“Namnuea, you’re my wife!”
“But you’re getting married!!!”
Namnuea wants to cry because he couldn’t stop himself in time. The moment those words left the other’s mouth, he shouts back even louder, baring his heart completely, along with… tears.
Why can’t you hold it together? You’re supposed to be more professional than this. It was just a one-night stand. “Have you forgotten, Khun Lom? You’re getting married soon. Why would you call me your wife? Forget it. Forget what we did. Forget what happened last night. Forget it all. Have you forgotten you already have Khun Yiwa? It was just a mistake. We were drunk, and it was a mistake. It’s nothing more than that—just a mistake. Do you understand me, Khun Lom? Do you understand?!!”
He can’t stop the outburst, can’t stop the tears streaming from both eyes as he looks up to meet the other’s gaze.
“Forget it, please. Forget the mistake that happened last night.”
Forget me, please. I don’t want to be known as the one who ruined someone’s family.
Namnuea knows he’s a coward, but he can’t accept the wrong he’s done, so he has to say it… even as the other grips his shoulders tightly and looks at him with disappointed eyes. Who’s the one who’s disappointed? Isn’t it me… not you?
“You call it a mistake, Nuea?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Nuea, answer me—is it a mistake?!” The other’s anger is unmistakable, his hands squeezing Namnuea’s shoulders so tightly it hurts. But the pain elsewhere in Namnuea is far worse, incomparable.
“I told you not to call me so familiarly like that.”
“Nuea!!!”
Perhaps it was the shout and those eyes filled with disappointment.
“Yes, it was a mistake, you hear me? It was a mistake!!!”
In the end, the one trying to act like nothing happened shouted loudly, shrugging off the grip on his shoulder and unleashing his emotions with no patience left.
“It was all a mistake! You slipped up, I slipped up, we just slipped up!!!”
“But I didn’t slip up.”
Namnuea nearly faltered when Sailom spoke firmly. Those eyes, once filled with confusion, now held a serious intensity, and he couldn’t deny the tenderness in them—too much for his heart to bear. He bit his lip hard, took a deep breath, steeled himself, and turned away.
“I want to take responsibility for what happened…”
“No. I don’t want that. I’m not a woman. Once or twice doesn’t matter to me. More importantly… what are you going to do about your bride?” Sailom paused briefly, as if making a decision. Out of fear, Namnuea took several steps back, shaking his head slowly before the other could say anything.
He didn’t want Sailom to say he’d choose him. He didn’t want to be the wrongdoer, the third party in someone’s relationship. This Namnuea would never be a homewrecker. Sister Eim would never ruin anyone’s wedding.
Thinking this, he backed up until he hit the door, shaking off the hand reaching for him, and pleaded in a trembling voice.
“I’m begging you, Khun Lom, forget it… please forget it. Don’t kill me with the guilt of what I’ve done… Thank you for everything, but please forget it all. I’ll forget too, the moment I leave this room. We’ll just be the wedding planner and the client… I’m asking you, please.”
Namnuea couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his face as he met the other’s gaze. He swallowed the pain—pain he hadn’t thought could hurt this much—and spoke. Then, without waiting to hear anything more, he turned and rushed out of the room before his sense of right and wrong could falter like it had last night.
“Good job, Nuea, good job.”
He wiped his face with the back of his hand, tears spilling from the ache in his chest, along with a truth he didn’t want to face.
He… had fallen in love with Khun Sailom.
A love that could never come true, just a dream in the night.
Morning had come… it was time to wake from the dream.
He stumbled back to his car, drained of strength, collapsing onto the steering wheel and sobbing uncontrollably. The man’s gaze, his voice, his actions from the night before flashed through his mind.
His heart ached so much he could barely breathe. Don’t call me Nuea, don’t call me your wife, don’t call me anything when you have a beautiful fiancée waiting for you.
“Hic, sob, damn it, Nuea… you idiot… such an idiot!”
An idiot for falling in love with a man who’s already taken. Tears streamed down, soaking the steering wheel. His hands clutched his chest tightly as he whispered to himself in a trembling voice.
“It was just a mistake. Just a mistake.”
A mistake of giving in, of letting his heart slip, of offering his feelings.
A mistake—an excuse for someone who knows full well how wrong they were.
A mistake he never imagined could cause such excruciating pain.
The pain was so overwhelming that Namnuea didn’t even know how he drove back to his apartment without crashing. He could only drag himself, eyes red, back to his room, call in sick, and collapse onto his bed, crying. He told himself that today was the only day Nuea would be weak. Tomorrow, he’d be the strong, capable Namnuea again.
But for now, the capable man could only call the one person who mattered most, the one who could comfort him best.
“Mom, I miss you. I miss home.”
The one he was sure loved him unconditionally… not someone already bound to another. He spoke through tears.
“I want to hug you, want you here.”
No physical exhaustion could compare to the mental fatigue he felt now.
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