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[anonnikulaphon]

dinner party

Timeline: 2024 October 21st, Monday evening. Location: Sangchareon's ancestral home outside Bangkok. Attire: See this post. Boy is looking good, dressed but showing off so much skin at the same time 😏 With: @reddevildaeng and his and Red's families

Red was finally discharged from the hospital, after nearly twenty days of recovery despite most of his wounds being superficial. The doctors had kept Red a little longer, in the hopes that his missing memory would return, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Anon didn't mind that - these past few weeks with Red had been the best he had ever spent with the man. There was no animosity or hatred between them, and Red actually wanted to talk to Anon and spend time with him. There was sweetness between them, and Anon never thought he'd get with Red before the man had had his accident.

Anon just hoped that if Red's memories did come back, the time they spent now would be enough to push out whatever prejudices his fiancée had for him in the past.

Both the Sangchareon and Nikulaphon families were excited to welcome Red back to his home, organising a dinner party in the evening in celebration of the man's recovery. The two families had not been together since the engagement almost a month prior, and the reunion was a happy one for almost everybody in attendance. Anon's nieces and nephews were entertaining his mother-in-law, while his grandfather and parents were in conversation with his father-in-law - who was doing much better after his heart attack - and P'Dan. Suri was... Anon didn't know, honestly. They made eye contact, and that was it.

After dinner, Red took Anon into a private room of his home, away from the laughter and chatter of their combined families.

"P'Red, what are we doing here?" Anon asked, curiosity in his voice as they sat next to each other on the couches of the guest living room, his smiles coming more easily to his lips these days. "Was it getting too overwhelming for you, with everyone?" Red had been in a quiet hospital room for days now, so Anon thought that maybe he wanted some time away from the noise of their families.

Anon had been sitting beside Red a lot, these days. And the other never made a motion to push him away, usually instead trying to draw him forward. Most of Red's injuries had healed, but he still wore some of his bruises from his accident on his skin - yet, it didn't take away from the man's handsomeness. Anon had become even better acquainted, with Red's gorgeous face, and now, seated beside him on the couch, was no different.

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Timeline: 2024 October 21st, Monday evening. Location: Sangchareon's ancestral home outside Bangkok. Attire: See above. He always looks so good! With: @reddevildaeng and his and Red's family

Anon has spent a good portion of every day with Red, who was released from hospital this morning. Before the evening gathering that would be shared by both families, Anon and Red spent time together at the Sangchareon's ancestral home, lost in their own world until it was time for dinner.

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Anon cradled Red's head, when the other rested it against him, his fingers delicately brushing through the strands of his hair in a soothing motion. He listened as Red thanked him, saying that he needed to hear that Anon wanted this, as if worried that Anon would be the one upset over a forced marriage. In reality, Red was the person in that position - but with his amnesia, Red didn't know that.

It was working in Anon's favour. At first, he wanted to marry Red for revenge - it would be a way to control the man, to have power over him, whilst simultaneously showing the world that the only person capable of taming the playboy was Anon. But now, with this sweet version of Red, Anon wasn't feeling satisfied with revenge. Instead, he would get the kind of union he wanted if Red didn't hate him; a sweet one, a happy one.

It was a chance to start fresh, and Anon was satisfied with that.

"P'Red," Anon chastised with a roll of his eyes when the other asked if their families would let them sleep in the same room together; though he was smiling too, because how could he not, when his fiancée had once again indicated just how much he desired him? Red had come onto Anon at the hospital too. They hadn't slept together, but the desire on both parts was there - Anon just couldn't believe that for once, he was the person being chased in this relationship. "Do you want to get us in trouble before the wedding? My grandfather will probably have a car waiting to take me home, I can't sleep here with you tonight..."

But I really want to, Anon thought.

He didn't believe Red's promise about not doing anything, not one bit - his fiancée's smile was playful and cheeky, and Anon couldn't help but to reach up and lightly squeeze the other's cheeks. But his fingers fell when Red once again reached up to nip at his bottom lip, while his hand slipped into Anon's shirt. Red spoke about going back to his studio, his words kissed into Anon's ear as his fingers mapped out Anon's chest and stomach. The young heir let out a light gasp as he felt Red's hand slide over his stomach, the muscles there going tight. When Red acted like this... it was hard to concentrate on much else. The words reached Anon slowly - Red going back to work, re-familiarising himself with his job and hobby, asking if Anon would keep him company-

Red's hand reached the hem of Anon's underwear, and Anon reached up to squeeze the man's bicep.

"Yes," Anon breathed, to both Red's question to join him at the studio and to his fiancée's actions.

If it weren't for the fact that someone started to call him from the previous room, Anon probably would have let Red continue to touch him.

"N'Anon! Nong, where are you? Grandfather will be leaving soon!"

"A-ah, P'Red," Anon swallowed, pulling back slowly. They couldn't do this here, on the couch in the Sangchareon's living room, with their family barely a few steps away. He was sure that already his cheeks were dusted pink, eyes shyly glancing over to the doorway to make sure nobody was there. "I-I have to go. But yes, Phi. I will join you at the studio."

Reluctantly, Anon stood up from the couch, a little shaky in his legs. Before leaving he bent down to give his fiancée another kiss, this one sweet and chaste. "I promise. I'll be there." He mumbled into Red's lips. "Come and see me off?" Anon smiled, reaching for Red's hands, knowing with certainty now that he didn't even need to ask. Wherever he went, Anon knew that this Red would follow him.

END

Anon melted into the kiss he shared with Red, the eager reciprocation from his fiancée filling him with happiness that bordered on giddiness. Tasting Red's lips for the first time - the day at the wedding venue - created a new kind of craving for Anon that he honestly thought he'd never get again, considering how Red had casually said that he'd be seeing other people after their marriage anyway. Now, they feel freely from Red's lips to Anon, he was drowning in a sea of his fiancée's kisses, finding that he never wanted to come up for air.

He had to, eventually though, and so did Red, the two breathing heavily after the kiss Anon had initiated. It wasn't ever enough, but Anon was looking forward to many more now that he knew just how much Red loved locking their lips together. Eventually they settled with Red bringing Anon's hands up to kiss them too, focussing on the ring he had just gifted him that promised their union.

Anon listened as the other recounted how it came into their family, ignoring the small voice in his head that tried to make him feel guilty for stealing away such a precious story with his deception of his and Red's truth. He had been doing well to push down those feelings, but his recent text messages with P'Boon - who hadn't contacted him since - stirred them to the surface. He wasn't going to question his actions, however. Anon knew why he was doing this, leaving Red in the dark about their relationship, so he was determined not to burden himself with the guilt that he was occasionally reminded of. Instead, he would just be smarter about how he worked Red's perception about him.

"Weird how I remember that, but not you."

For a moment, Anon worried that Red was going to start rethinking everything about their engagement, despite having made his intentions to marry him so clear to their families and to himself. The frown on his face was deep, as if he was once again trying - and failing - to remember anything about Anon pre-accident.

"Maybe the memory will come back," Anon assured him, reaching up to smooth the lines on his face. He hoped not, but Red didn't need to know that.

"Are you frustrated I can't remember you? Do you feel like I'm a different person?"

Anon paused his motions, his palm dragging down Red's face to instead rest in his lap. "I'm not frustrated with you," He said honestly, shaking his head lightly. "I know it's not your fault. It's... a little strange, being engaged to someone who doesn't know who I am - but you're still the same P'Red I know." At least, he was the same Red that Anon had constructed in his brain, all those years ago, when the sight of the other would set butterflies in his stomach. Back when they grew up together, even from afar, before he had built up the courage to confess his feelings. Before Red had shut him down.

Red then asked Anon if he truly wanted to marry him, or if he did this because of family obligations. At that, he tutted, shaking his head again. "P'Red, I'm not doing this for family," Anon explained, which was the truth. He had been the one to suggest the marriage to his grandfather, and had asked specifically for Red. While his reasons were now changing, because this Red was different, it had always been his choice. "You don't remember me, but you know now that our families have been close since childhood, right?" Nothing new, Anon had even talked about it interviews so the knowledge was public. "It was never an order from my family to marry you. Actually, after what happened with my dad and his first wife and the problems that caused him, my grandfather wouldn't have ever forced me to accept an arranged marriage. I chose you, and he was delighted for me. For us. And I still want to marry you, memory-loss and all."

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Anon melted into the kiss he shared with Red, the eager reciprocation from his fiancée filling him with happiness that bordered on giddiness. Tasting Red's lips for the first time - the day at the wedding venue - created a new kind of craving for Anon that he honestly thought he'd never get again, considering how Red had casually said that he'd be seeing other people after their marriage anyway. Now, they feel freely from Red's lips to Anon, he was drowning in a sea of his fiancée's kisses, finding that he never wanted to come up for air.

He had to, eventually though, and so did Red, the two breathing heavily after the kiss Anon had initiated. It wasn't ever enough, but Anon was looking forward to many more now that he knew just how much Red loved locking their lips together. Eventually they settled with Red bringing Anon's hands up to kiss them too, focussing on the ring he had just gifted him that promised their union.

Anon listened as the other recounted how it came into their family, ignoring the small voice in his head that tried to make him feel guilty for stealing away such a precious story with his deception of his and Red's truth. He had been doing well to push down those feelings, but his recent text messages with P'Boon - who hadn't contacted him since - stirred them to the surface. He wasn't going to question his actions, however. Anon knew why he was doing this, leaving Red in the dark about their relationship, so he was determined not to burden himself with the guilt that he was occasionally reminded of. Instead, he would just be smarter about how he worked Red's perception about him.

"Weird how I remember that, but not you."

For a moment, Anon worried that Red was going to start rethinking everything about their engagement, despite having made his intentions to marry him so clear to their families and to himself. The frown on his face was deep, as if he was once again trying - and failing - to remember anything about Anon pre-accident.

"Maybe the memory will come back," Anon assured him, reaching up to smooth the lines on his face. He hoped not, but Red didn't need to know that.

"Are you frustrated I can't remember you? Do you feel like I'm a different person?"

Anon paused his motions, his palm dragging down Red's face to instead rest in his lap. "I'm not frustrated with you," He said honestly, shaking his head lightly. "I know it's not your fault. It's... a little strange, being engaged to someone who doesn't know who I am - but you're still the same P'Red I know." At least, he was the same Red that Anon had constructed in his brain, all those years ago, when the sight of the other would set butterflies in his stomach. Back when they grew up together, even from afar, before he had built up the courage to confess his feelings. Before Red had shut him down.

Red then asked Anon if he truly wanted to marry him, or if he did this because of family obligations. At that, he tutted, shaking his head again. "P'Red, I'm not doing this for family," Anon explained, which was the truth. He had been the one to suggest the marriage to his grandfather, and had asked specifically for Red. While his reasons were now changing, because this Red was different, it had always been his choice. "You don't remember me, but you know now that our families have been close since childhood, right?" Nothing new, Anon had even talked about it interviews so the knowledge was public. "It was never an order from my family to marry you. Actually, after what happened with my dad and his first wife and the problems that caused him, my grandfather wouldn't have ever forced me to accept an arranged marriage. I chose you, and he was delighted for me. For us. And I still want to marry you, memory-loss and all."

Anon almost giggled, at the fluttering sensations of Red's lips against the various parts of his skin. Since that conversation they had had together in Red's hospital room, where Anon knew that he had Red in the palm of his hands with the memory loss, they had been almost inseparable. Anon would visit Red every day, spending time with him alone and with his family, barely having to do or say anything to convince the man that they loved each other. He was certain, now more than ever, that if by some miracle Red's memories returned, the fondness of their relationship these past few weeks would eliminate any hatred from earlier.

Anon hadn't protested a bit, when Red took him into the private room away from their families, having thought that maybe his fiancée was overwhelmed by the chaos - but Red telling him he just wanted to be with him, while nuzzling into his neck and pressing his warm lips against Anon's throat and cheek had the Nikulaphon heir smiling in contentment.

"You smell so good."

Red was holding him close, filling Anon with warmth. They had spent a lot of time like this, huddled together, gentle caressing each other's features to 'reacquaint' themselves with their touches and scents. Anon hummed delightfully as he felt Red's lips and breath tickle his skin, also keeping his arms around his fiancée in a loose and loving embrace. Red seemed to fixate a lot, on his neck - Anon had noticed. And when Anon figured out which of his perfumes he owned that Red liked to smell on him, he wore it every day, making sure to dab a little extra on the side of his neck and on his wrists so that the other would always associate Anon with that pleasant fragrance.

It was so comfortable, on the couch with Red. Anon wanted nothing more than to slide his eyes shut and lay beside his fiancée, engulfed in his embrace. He had grown to rely on Red's hugs to keep him grounded throughout the day, selfishly glad to be the only person to receive them so frequently.

Anon tilted his head to the side to return the kiss that Red gave him before the other pulled away. In his peripheral, Anon noticed a small object by the side of his head - a box, which opened with an audible click. Anon's eyes widened as he realised it was, his brown orbs sparkling just as brightly as the ring that lay inside.

"Ahhh, I knew this piece would compliment your pretty eyes."

"P'Red..." Anon said in awe. His mouth was parted in surprise, but it stretched into a joyful smile. "P'Red, it's beautiful..."

"Wanna try it on?"

Anon nodded, enthusiastically, lifting up his hand to offer it to Red. He watched with shining eyes as it slid onto his finger with ease, the band a perfect fit. He was overwhelmed by a sense of shyness, apparent in the dusting of pink on his cheeks as he looked down, where the ring now decorated the once blank space of his finger.

Anon glanced up, strands of his long hair somewhat obscuring his eyes. He knew that Red still wanted to marry him, but hadn't been expecting to receive a ring so soon. Red in a relationship was unlike anything Anon had known - the flowers he had sent to his apartment, the surprise ring he wore on his finger now... what else was there to come? Anon was looking forward to every bit of their future, now more than ever.

"P'Red, I love it," Anon whispered, leaning forward to kiss his fiancée's cheek. He repeated the action on the other, before trailing his lips down to Red's, capturing them with his own. He hand - newly adorned with an engagement ring - reached up to cup Red's face tenderly, the diamond inside sparkling in the light as Anon kissed his fiancée.

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Anon almost giggled, at the fluttering sensations of Red's lips against the various parts of his skin. Since that conversation they had had together in Red's hospital room, where Anon knew that he had Red in the palm of his hands with the memory loss, they had been almost inseparable. Anon would visit Red every day, spending time with him alone and with his family, barely having to do or say anything to convince the man that they loved each other. He was certain, now more than ever, that if by some miracle Red's memories returned, the fondness of their relationship these past few weeks would eliminate any hatred from earlier.

Anon hadn't protested a bit, when Red took him into the private room away from their families, having thought that maybe his fiancée was overwhelmed by the chaos - but Red telling him he just wanted to be with him, while nuzzling into his neck and pressing his warm lips against Anon's throat and cheek had the Nikulaphon heir smiling in contentment.

"You smell so good."

Red was holding him close, filling Anon with warmth. They had spent a lot of time like this, huddled together, gentle caressing each other's features to 'reacquaint' themselves with their touches and scents. Anon hummed delightfully as he felt Red's lips and breath tickle his skin, also keeping his arms around his fiancée in a loose and loving embrace. Red seemed to fixate a lot, on his neck - Anon had noticed. And when Anon figured out which of his perfumes he owned that Red liked to smell on him, he wore it every day, making sure to dab a little extra on the side of his neck and on his wrists so that the other would always associate Anon with that pleasant fragrance.

It was so comfortable, on the couch with Red. Anon wanted nothing more than to slide his eyes shut and lay beside his fiancée, engulfed in his embrace. He had grown to rely on Red's hugs to keep him grounded throughout the day, selfishly glad to be the only person to receive them so frequently.

Anon tilted his head to the side to return the kiss that Red gave him before the other pulled away. In his peripheral, Anon noticed a small object by the side of his head - a box, which opened with an audible click. Anon's eyes widened as he realised it was, his brown orbs sparkling just as brightly as the ring that lay inside.

"Ahhh, I knew this piece would compliment your pretty eyes."

"P'Red..." Anon said in awe. His mouth was parted in surprise, but it stretched into a joyful smile. "P'Red, it's beautiful..."

"Wanna try it on?"

Anon nodded, enthusiastically, lifting up his hand to offer it to Red. He watched with shining eyes as it slid onto his finger with ease, the band a perfect fit. He was overwhelmed by a sense of shyness, apparent in the dusting of pink on his cheeks as he looked down, where the ring now decorated the once blank space of his finger.

Anon glanced up, strands of his long hair somewhat obscuring his eyes. He knew that Red still wanted to marry him, but hadn't been expecting to receive a ring so soon. Red in a relationship was unlike anything Anon had known - the flowers he had sent to his apartment, the surprise ring he wore on his finger now... what else was there to come? Anon was looking forward to every bit of their future, now more than ever.

"P'Red, I love it," Anon whispered, leaning forward to kiss his fiancée's cheek. He repeated the action on the other, before trailing his lips down to Red's, capturing them with his own. He hand - newly adorned with an engagement ring - reached up to cup Red's face tenderly, the diamond inside sparkling in the light as Anon kissed his fiancée.

dinner party

Timeline: 2024 October 21st, Monday evening. Location: Sangchareon's ancestral home outside Bangkok. Attire: See this post. Boy is looking good, dressed but showing off so much skin at the same time 😏 With: @reddevildaeng and his and Red's families

Red was finally discharged from the hospital, after nearly twenty days of recovery despite most of his wounds being superficial. The doctors had kept Red a little longer, in the hopes that his missing memory would return, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Anon didn't mind that - these past few weeks with Red had been the best he had ever spent with the man. There was no animosity or hatred between them, and Red actually wanted to talk to Anon and spend time with him. There was sweetness between them, and Anon never thought he'd get with Red before the man had had his accident.

Anon just hoped that if Red's memories did come back, the time they spent now would be enough to push out whatever prejudices his fiancée had for him in the past.

Both the Sangchareon and Nikulaphon families were excited to welcome Red back to his home, organising a dinner party in the evening in celebration of the man's recovery. The two families had not been together since the engagement almost a month prior, and the reunion was a happy one for almost everybody in attendance. Anon's nieces and nephews were entertaining his mother-in-law, while his grandfather and parents were in conversation with his father-in-law - who was doing much better after his heart attack - and P'Dan. Suri was... Anon didn't know, honestly. They made eye contact, and that was it.

After dinner, Red took Anon into a private room of his home, away from the laughter and chatter of their combined families.

"P'Red, what are we doing here?" Anon asked, curiosity in his voice as they sat next to each other on the couches of the guest living room, his smiles coming more easily to his lips these days. "Was it getting too overwhelming for you, with everyone?" Red had been in a quiet hospital room for days now, so Anon thought that maybe he wanted some time away from the noise of their families.

Anon had been sitting beside Red a lot, these days. And the other never made a motion to push him away, usually instead trying to draw him forward. Most of Red's injuries had healed, but he still wore some of his bruises from his accident on his skin - yet, it didn't take away from the man's handsomeness. Anon had become even better acquainted, with Red's gorgeous face, and now, seated beside him on the couch, was no different.