The radio hummed softly as a therapeutic background noise. You hovered busily around Khun’s office space as Khun sat absently at his desk, a stack of papers in one hand and holding his forehead with the other, a deep crease creased between his fingers as Bam poured him some coffee.

One song faded out and only a single bar of the next played as Bam’s hand stopped moving. Khun did the same, the papers in his hand falling limp. You chuckled softly knowing what was going to happen.

Bam, honey, don’t… Khun whined as the familiar song filled your ears. Obviously Bam and you chose to ignore Khun’s apparent reluctance as you grabbed Khun’s wrist and easily pulled him to his feet.

I have work to do. Khun whimpered, but still let Bam and you easily wrap an arm around his waist and drag him closer.

Take a break for this song. Bam argued, holding Khun and you against his body and gently, slowly rocking you from side to side.

You know I love this song. Bam mumbled, nuzzling his nose into your hair and holding Khun's hand and closing his eyes.

We know, Khun mumbled against Bam's skin, pressing his lips against his neck. A small smile lifted his lips. You even made it our wedding song.

It was a perfect day, Bam sighed, remembering the best day of his life; the day the two loves of his life officially became his.

It could have been better. Khun replied, his mind reminiscing over the little grumbles and complaints he had; thinking about everything he would have done differently to ensure you and Bam had the most perfect day he could ever wish for.