So I wrote a PatPran fic for the Songkran Fest 2024 event. It's pretty dialogue-heavy😅
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Summary:
After so many years of sneaking around, Pat and Pran are finally accepted by each other's families.
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Pat joins in with Pran's family during songkran.
"It's going to be Songkran soon."
At night Pat says. His arms hang loosely around his lover's torso.
"So what?"
Pran ask in return, still paid more attention to the headphone reviews than the conversion.
"You want to go out?"
He pushes Pat's hand away a little, making it easier for him to grab a pencil for his note. With the discount, this one will be in the budget. It would be worth it if the reviews were true.
"Nah, not really..."
And now Pat's head is in his lap. Demand attention.
"It's just... Ugh! I don't even know! After grandpa passed, we don't even Rodnam properly anymore. When it was Songkran, we just laid around the house together. Order something to eat, maybe. It's been what? Since high school?"
"But ink has been there these past few years, you know? Apparently, Pa also went to Rodnam with her parents too." Pat complain.
"So?"
"Ink lives hours away. Our houses are right next to each other! Don't you see how ridiculous this is?!"
"You actually want to Rodnam my parents?"
That was quite a surprise. Pran didn't think Pat even wanted to be in the same room with them before, and now he wants to Rodnam them? Go sit there at their feet, ask for their blessing, and act like a sweet obedience child. Pat? With his parents?
"Eh... maybe?"
Pat looked pretty hesitant with his answer, but after a moment of silence, he did not change it.
"We can try."
"Really?"
"So you just want to vent but not actually do it?"
"No! I want to do it! Really! For real!"
"Yeah, yeah. It's not like they don't know we live together."
"They know?"
"I'm pretty sure they know. No one has said anything yet, but... I don't know. They are not stupid, you know. And lately, we didn't even try to hide."
"I don't think my mom is going to flip just because I asked if you could come pay respect to her. Maybe she will flip if I tell her I'm going to pay respect to yours. But I don't think she will ask, so I will probably just not mention it and skip that conversation."
"I will have you know, she has come quite far."
Pat made a face.
"I hope that's true."
"That's final, then. We're going to be at my grandmother's on the 14th, and Uncle Pok's family will probably be there. Aunt Pann too. I'm not bringing you with me that day this year. Let's start with just my parents first. From 12 to 16, other than 14, you can pick any day."
"Kay"
.
He is the one who tells his boyfriend that his mom will be fine with him coming in on Songkran, 'intruding' on family time, but will she really?
Pran wants to say she definitely will. But still, he was scared.
If he decides not to go through with it, Pat will understand. He might be teasing him for a bit for chicken out of something he suggested himself, but he will understand.
He can still scrub the plan.
Nah.
What is he? A coward? Definitely NOT.
.
"My mom agreed."
She acts like she knows and has been fine with their relationship all along. Pran is not sure who she tries to deceive—herself or him.
It seems pointless.
Well, this attitude is better than before, for sure, and he is not about to question it.
"I never think I'm going to live to see the day your mom accepts me as her son-in-law."
Pat pretends to swoon.
"What son-in-law? I have no husband."
Pran retaliate. The word 'yet' nearly got out without thinking.
"One day, you will."
Is it bad that he got a butterfly from that? Just a little, he swears.
"Let the bill actually pass first, then we can talk."
"Awww, I know you want me."
"Don't be stupid."
Pran laughs, pushing Pat away.
"What about your dad?"
Pat made a face.
"He didn't say anything. My mom says she is happy you want to join us, and my dad keeps his quiet—no complaints, no weird noise of disapproval, nothing, just quiet, so yeah, all is well."
.
"Did you know my dad never joined my mom's family on Songkran before they married?"
"Don't your parents marry less than a year after they met?"
"You are no fun."
"You love me."
"Yeah, I love you. You little joy killer."
.
"Pat, why does your Nam Ob come in a plastic bottle?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Where do you even find Nam Ob that comes in a plastic bottle? I swear it's only come in a glass bottle. And what brand is this? It smells weird."
"It's not! It from 7–11. It literally sits there in front of the drink shelf in 7-11. You just dropped by there this evening. How come you don't see it?"
"You buy Nam Ob at 7-11? Wow, just wow."
If he sees Nam Ob at 7-11, he probably buys it there too instead of going to the other shop just to buy one thing every year, but Pat didn't need to know that.
.
"Why can't we just pour the Nam Ob straight from the bottle into their hands?"
"Pat, I swear."
"What? What's wrong with that? Korn has done it too!"
"Yeah, and Korn is the exact same type as my mom."
"Next, you're going to suggest we use that plastic water bowl you got as a package deal with Nam Ob to catch the water during the time we Rodnam my parents."
"It sure would be a whole lot easier to clean compared to that delicate, unpractical little glass tray with pedestal you brought. THAT gives me a scare of my life every moment I have to hold it. The plastic bowl will not."
"Why glass, by the way? If you want to go for traditional, shouldn't it be the gold or silver one? Or maybe Benjarong? Do we use Benjarong for this?"
"My mom likes it. She is the one who brought a set that was used during my dad's Songkran every year. I think there is another set for her parents too, but I was too young back then, so I don't remember much."
"Did you pick what you will bring as a gift yet?"
"Is the tea box set good enough? It's a premium tea from Doi Mae Salong. Super fine plucking too. Your mom loves tea, right?"
"Shouldn't it be some type of cloth?"
"Umm, why?"
Pran sigh.
"If I wronged you in any way before, please forgive me."
If you ask, Pat will tell you that he is 100% sure he was the one who was wronged by them, not the other way around. Sadly, this is what he asked for, so he will have to suck it up.
Having to sit through an awkward meal and an even more awkward family ritual where he clearly out of place isn't that enjoyable, but the fantasy of having the main door open for him is too great for anything to weigh him down.
At least it's going to be done soon.
"I wish you good health. Anything you think of, let it become true. Let your life and career be more and more prosperous."
The blessings are as generic as they can be. Nothing is meaningful like what Pran gets.
Pat is just glad he gets any blessings at all.
The brief touch at the top of his head feels surprisingly nice. Better than he thinks it will be. And with that, the ceremony is done.
Now Pat can pretend to be a good child who wants to help tidy everything up in earnest and escape the scenes for a while. He is grateful for the fact that after so many years of sneaking around, he finally gets to be an invited guess, but he is also in urgent need of alone time away from their eyes.
If Pran can come with him for a bit, that would be great, but at the moment, it seems like the most Pran could do is distract his parents while Pat flees.
.
Pran is still with his dad when Dissaya approaches him at the front of the house, where he is putting all their belongings in his car.
Due to the lack of topics he can think of, Pat just started thanking Pran's mom again for today. It's a little too uneasy, but that's pretty much all he does all day.
Her acknowledgement is practically permission for him to marry her son, for all he cares. Never think he will ever see this day, really.
She sighs and breathes in deeply. Her eyes make Pat paranoid. Pran's beloved mother will never be Pat's favorite person.
"Pran is my son. He will always be my precious little boy. I didn't approve of him being so close with you because I didn't want him to make the same mistake as me. I will admit that I judged you too harshly and too soon. You make Pran happy. I have been there for quite some time now. If Pran wants you to be part of our family, then yes, I can look past the other things and accept you."
This little speech of hers makes Pat want to roll his eyes.
Madam Dissaya sure is pretentious.
But contrary to what Pran may think, he does practice self-restraint. So, of course, he thanks her again.
Today is a success.
"Since they now officially know about us, I can openly go into the house wherever, right?"
Pat slides one hand onto Pran's knee before asking teasingly. His boyfriend seems to be in a very good mood, since he let it sit there without starting to lecture him on the topic of the dangers of carelessness while driving.
"Don't test my mom's patience too much."
Pran scolds him, but there is clearly mirth in his voice.
"You mom say I make you happy~"
"You do"
Those two words sound so loving. Pat can help but melt a little.
"She says she accepts me as a part of the family."
He brags further. This time, Pran was actually surprised.
"What? Really? Word by word, or?"
"Word-by-word"
His love reaction makes him feel all puff up. Like that cute little bird he saw on the timeline.
"Is my mom proposing to you for me?"
Pran laugh. His hand is playing with the hand on his knee now.
"It's a yes, by the way."
"I didn't ask yet, you dorks."
"No need. My beloved mother-in-law already asked for you."
"I should be a good son and marry who she picks then."
"Yeah, you better."
"That bill—should we try to win the title of the first couple to register after it passes?"
"Sure, I want to be the first in everything, don't you know?" Pat jokes.
If this is Pran's hint for him to propose, he wouldn't be opposed to it. More than ready, actually.
Suddenly, there is something cold sitting on his finger.
"If you don't like this one, the shop allows us to return it and pick up a new one in a 30-day time frame. There will be some fee, of course."
Pat nearly crashed the car.
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