Stubble and Aftershave

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POV: Bible

Bible's palms were soaked.Not the cute nervous kind—like full-on sweat-dripping, armpit-rebooting panic mode.

He stood in front of the wedding hall doors, breathing like he'd just run from Interpol. Inside, Jes was already waiting, probably adjusting his damn cufflinks and looking like he owned the building.

"Bro... I'm not doing this," Bible muttered, wide-eyed, pacing like a man on trial.„Let's just dip. I'm serious. We vanish, new identities, fake passports—boom, Thailand who?"

JJay threw an arm around him with the confidence of a man who didn't have to marry Satan in a white suit.„Chill, bro. You got this. Also—you look hot in white. Like, I'd hit. Respectfully."

"JJay, shut the fuck up. You're not the one selling your soul for a yacht."

"You are getting a yacht though?" Mio leaned in, grinning like an absolute menace.„Because if you are—I'm officially emotionally invested in your suffering."

"You guys are actual trash," Bible growled, trying not to hyperventilate.„One year. One whole fucking year with a dude who irons his socks and probably alphabetizes his emotions. I'm gonna die."

JJay placed a hand over his heart like he was in a soap opera.„And I'll die with you, babe. Spiritually. From the jacuzzi on your future yacht."

"You're all leeches."„Rich leeches," Mio added.„Sexy leeches," JJay whispered.

Bible rolled his eyes so hard they nearly detached.Then he froze as the wedding coordinator gave the signal to open the doors.

"No. Nope. I'm not ready—my liver just failed—"

"MOVE, KING," Mio yelled and yanked him forward like he was pushing a man into war.

The doors opened.

Silence.

Everyone turned. Heads swiveled. Phones rose.

Bible walked down the aisle like he was approaching the guillotine.

"Why the fuck are they all looking at us?" he growled out of the corner of his mouth.

"They're looking at the bride, sweetheart," JJay said, barely holding it together.

Bible's eye twitched. His fists clenched. His jaw locked so hard his molars squeaked.

If it weren't for the photographers, he would've roundhouse-kicked JJay into the cake.

His eyes darted everywhere—trying not to look at Him. Not Jes. Not that smug, polished CEO of emotional constipation standing there like a Calvin Klein angel with a tax plan.

So Bible locked onto the only safe visual in sight: the glowing beam of sunlight behind Jes's head. It made him look holy. Untouchable. Angelic.

"Oh my god, he looks like a saint," Bible muttered.„Fake-ass halo. Probably paid extra for the lighting to hit him like that."

As they reached the front, Mio and JJay turned to leave—but Bible missile-locked on their sleeves, clinging like a man being dragged to execution.

"Don't leave me alone here, assholes," he hissed through gritted teeth.

They snorted and pulled away with zero remorse.

And just like that—Bible was alone. All eyes were on him. Every single one of them.

He could feel the judgment. The whispering. The blinking LED lights of a hundred cameras. His stupid white suit itched in five different places. His sleeves were too tight. His collar felt like it was personally trying to choke him.

"Where am I supposed to stand?" he blurted out, loud and flat like a student in the wrong classroom.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Somewhere behind him, he heard his dad hiss his name like a threat.Yeah, yeah. Scold me later. I'm trying not to throw up here.

"Just... stand here," the priest said awkwardly, motioning to the spot right in front of Jes.

Bible moved without thinking, eyes anywhere but up.Looking at Jes directly? Absolutely not. That was instant emotional death.

So he focused on... Jes's neck.

Specifically, the man's Adam's apple.It popped slightly when he swallowed.Bible's gaze slid along the sharp lines of Jes's throat, tracing veins like he was in a med school final.

It felt illegal.Too intimate. Too close.

But hey, whatever. They were getting married. Might as well stare at some veins.

Husband...That word echoed through his brain like a broken record in a marble hallway.

He got so lost in his chaotic thoughts, he didn't even notice Jes speaking.

"I will."

There was a pause.

Silence.

Then everyone turned to him.

"Bible," someone whispered harshly.

He blinked.„Oh—uh—yes."He looked up for just a second and—

Jes was staring directly at him. Calm. Focused. Sharp.

Bible looked away immediately. Instant regret.

The eye contact was too much. It was like getting hit by a high-speed luxury car. A luxury car with perfectly ironed emotions and a matching bank account.

This is worse than detention. Bible thought miserably.Way worse. At least in detention I got snacks.

And then—the moment came.

"You may now kiss your husband."

Jes leaned in.

Wait.What is happening.Is he actually—?

Bible stood very still, like he was about to be sacrificed.

Their lips... barely touched. It wasn't even a kiss.It was a whisper of lip contact. A breath with commitment issues.

And then—Bible's eyes filled with tears.

The guests gasped. Muffled awws spread through the crowd. Someone in the back wiped their eyes.Jes's mother sniffled proudly.

Jes blinked, surprised.Was I... that good?He tilted his head, smug and suspicious.

And then Bible sniffled loudly, pulled back, and said—

"It's exactly how they warned me."He wiped his eyes dramatically."The stubble. The aftershave. It's... it's all real."He turned to the nearest staff member."Where's the toilet? I think I'm gonna throw up."

Jes stared, jaw clenched, pride crushed.The audience? Frozen.

JJay was choking on his own tie, making strangled dying-seal noises.Mio? Already wheezing in the second row, red in the face, about to pass out from laughter.

Jes inhaled slowly through his nose.

Then—he turned to the crowd with a dazzling, calm, weaponized CEO smile.The kind of smile that says: I will bankrupt your bloodline in a tux and not blink once.

He stepped closer to Bible—just a little—and leaned in. It looked supportive. Tender. Aww moment. Cameras clicked. Guests sighed.

Only Bible heard what followed:

"You're gonna regret acting like this, wifey."

His voice was low. Calm. Too calm.

Bible flinched. The breath on his ear made it itchy—and without thinking, he reached up and rubbed it, snickering.„Don't. I'm ticklish," he whispered back, giggling like he wasn't just threatened in public.

Jes's smile died. Fully. Just vanished like stock prices in a crash.

He stared at Bible like: Did he seriously just ignore my power move?

He did. Bible absolutely did. And what made it worse? He leaned in too. Smirking.

"You're gonna regret knowing me, hubby."

Then he turned on his heel—like he won—and walked out of the room like a runway model leaving a war zone. JJay and Mio followed behind, clapping him on the back like he just survived the Hunger Games.

Jes? Still standing there.Staring. Processing. Rethinking every life choice.

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POV: Jes

"Heeey, buddy!" Job appeared with that wide grin of his, clapping a hand against Jes's shoulder before pulling him into a quick hug.„Congratulations, dude." His voice dripped with that I-was-watching-and-it-was-hilarious tone.

Jes didn't even blink. "Where's your wife?" Job asked, looking around like Bible might've ducked behind a floral arrangement.

Jes adjusted his cufflinks, his jaw tight.„He went outside."That was the nicest way Jes could describe„dramatically stormed out like a telenovela villain with attitude issues."

Job raised an eyebrow.„Didn't I tell you?" he said, grinning.„Didn't I warn you?"

Jes muttered something under his breath. "I'll fix it." He stared into the middle distance like a man planning a PR-approved execution. "He'll wish he never acted like that."

Jes scoffed, finally breaking.„I didn't even kiss him properly. It was, like—barely anything."

"You didn't?" Job blinked.„Well, you can't be that bad."He laughed and patted Jes's back.

Jes turned. Stared him down. That look. The one that said: "I own companies. I destroy careers. I do not get laughed at because of stubble trauma."

"So... he's going home with you now?"Job asked with a smirk, sipping champagne like he wasn't stirring the pot.

Before Jes could answer, Mr. Sumettikul and Jes's mother approached, both glowing with wedding pride. Jes barely had time to brace before he was pulled into a polite yet crushing family sandwich.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tilapornputt," Bible's father said, forcing an awkward grin. "My son can be... a bit difficult when he's nervous."

"Mr. Sumettikul, we're family now," Jes replied smoothly, all calm professionalism in a custom suit. "Please, just call me Jes."

His mother beamed.„Yes, let's not be so formal. Your son is adorable. For someone his age, this is a huge step. He'll come around soon enough."

She laughed softly and pulled Jes into a warm hug, practically glowing with motherly satisfaction.

"Aww, my baby Jes is married now. I'm so lucky. I thought this day would never come. I really thought he was going to end up rich and alone with five cats."

"Mom..." Jes muttered under his breath, expression already darkening.

And right on cue—from somewhere behind them came a loud voice:

"They sold me to someone no one else wanted?"

Jes turned slowly—so slowly—like the main character in a revenge movie.

Bible, standing a few meters away with Mio, casually throwing around emotional war crimes like party confetti. As soon as he saw Jes looking, he flinched, like he could feel the CEO death glare cutting through space.

But Jes wasn't about to lose. Not here. Not now.

He stepped forward without missing a beat, reached out, and grabbed Bible's hand—pulling him smoothly, purposefully, right into his side in front of everyone.

"Wifey," Jes said with a smile so fake it belonged in a museum.„What do you think? I want to go home."

Bible went pale. Like, blood-left-the-body pale. Jes leaned in, his voice low and terrifyingly sweet against Bible's ear.

"What's wrong? You afraid of our first night?"

Bible's eyes widened like he was about to short-circuit.He leaned back, baring his teeth like a threatened animal, and hissed:

"You—you wouldn't dare touch a single hair on my head."

"Hmm." Jes smiled again. "We'll see."

"Let the sweet newly married couple have their space," Jes's mother said with a gleam in her eye, already playing the role of picture-perfect mother-in-law, completely unaware of the emotional crimes unfolding behind both grooms' eyeballs.

She turned to Bible, smiling like she'd just adopted a puppy, not a chaos gremlin in a white suit.„Jes, take good care of your husband. Bible, I'm already so excited to get to know you more. You're part of the family now."

Bible gave her a tight, fake smile—so tight it was practically a hostage situation—and mumbled something that sounded like gratitude but was probably just his soul trying to leave his body.

And with that, the parents drifted off, satisfied with their PR-approved fairytale wedding.

Mio and JJay, ever the loyal delinquents, followed Bible outside like personal bodyguards with zero professionalism. The limousine waiting at the curb looked sleek, threatening, and deeply disrespectful—just like the situation.

Bible stared at the car like it had personally offended him. Like stepping into it would seal his fate forever, like some cursed contract written in overpriced cologne and emotional baggage.

He didn't say a word—just sighed like a betrayed war general and slid into the backseat like he was accepting the throne of his own personal hell.

Jes followed, walking calmly around the other side, opening the door with that same executive grace, suit still perfect, jaw still tight, and patience very limited.

Bible crossed his legs dramatically, flopped his arm on the windowsill like a fashion model going through a mid-life crisis, and stared out like this was the last time he'd ever see natural light.

The door shut with a soft, expensive thunk—the kind only luxury cars make before two people emotionally annihilate each other inside them.

Jes adjusted his cuffs. Bible didn't even look at him.Instead, he slowly pressed one hand against the window like he was in a sad music video, sighed deeply, and whispered just loud enough for Jes to hear:

"...Trapped in a rolling Gucci coffin."

Jes blinked.And then—Bible turned his head just slightly, smiled like a menace, and gave him a slow, dramatic thumbs down.

Jes stared at him. No words.Only vibes.Vibes that screamed "you are the actual devil and somehow legally mine."

Silence filled the limo, thick with tension, ego, and the scent of Jes's very expensive, very offended cologne.

Finally, Bible broke it.

Still staring out the window, he muttered:

"I'm sleeping with the door locked."

Jes didn't turn.Didn't blink.Just cracked open the champagne, poured himself a glass like nothing was wrong, and replied with absolute calm:

"Sweet dreams. I sleep naked."

Bible choked on air.

"STOP THE DAMN CAR!"

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POV: AUTHOR

🎉 Happy Birthday to our sweet Daddy Jes! 🎉Awww, 33 years old today—our golden retriever man is officially in his hot CEO prime™.

I do hope he gets to unwrap a nice present at home tonight 😏

Bible, behave. Or don't. Actually—please don't.