Happy new year everyone, so the plot bunnies are at it again and kidnapped me to write this fic. Idk when I will be updating as this is the only full chapter I have at this time but I couldn't wait to post it.
Also Pran goes by 2 names in this fic, Pran and Nutty, the name he uses when he trys to get hired at the karaoke bar in dirty laundry, he will also be going by he/she/they pronouns, and will be using ka and khap for thai particles
these clips are partly responsible for this fic along with the series Dirty Laundry which i just had to combine with Bad Buddy
https//watch?v=Kg3PhCm2JDAlist=PL2TAe8r3tdI0ZMHy8og26SbyLhUBny_C5index=30
https//watch?v=AS1ggfPeQ4clist=PL2TAe8r3tdI0ZMHy8og26SbyLhUBny_C5index=28
for anyone who wants to play, i've created an easter egg hunt within this fic, all the characters that appear that aren't from dirty laundry or bad buddy are from various GMMTV shows as well as some places or things that are also related to GMMTV or Nanon who plays Pran in Bad Buddy
so for those of you who want to participate, you need to list and correctly tell me who or what in this fic is from what GMMTV show or how they are connected to Nanon
I haven't decided what winners will get yet so ideas are appreciated
Happy hunting
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Pran sighed softly to himself as he walked in the back door of the karaoke bar and made his way into the dressing room where he and the other hosts got ready each night. Working at a female only host karaoke bar wasn't the best job in the world, and Pran didn't always love it everyday, but he had had worse jobs before this one and at least this one allowed him to sing.
His love and passion for music is what got him in this situation anyways. Or at least was a contributing factor. When his mae sent him away to boarding school, Suppalo, she had hurt him badly. Forcing him away from home and into a new, year round, boarding school that was very strict and didn't allow any extracurriculars that weren't athletic or academic in nature. Things like art and music were not available and even if they were his mae had signed him up for so many classes he wouldn't have had the chance to play music or draw if he wanted to. Then there were the school breaks. It was a year round school, but they did have two, one week long, breaks in the winter and summer. Neither of which he was allowed to return home for, forcing him to stay at the school along with a handful of other boys who also didn't go home.
The isolation and cold shoulder from his mae and the strictness of the school had quickly broken his relationship with his parents. His mae and por also didn't call him often, maybe once a month, on the school phones, because students weren't allowed to have their own phones or computers. And Pran had quickly learned that no amount of asking or begging to be allowed to come home was going to change his mae's mind. Then when graduation came instead of being happy and free, finally sure he would be allowed to have some control about his life, his mae had told him she had applied for him to go to universities outside of Thailand and that she had already accepted one in Singapore for him. That she had an apartment all set up and gave him a plane ticket for the next week just minutes after coming home for the first time in three years.
Any hope Pran had of mending their relationship, of finally getting the chance to have his life back was crushed within minutes of walking back into his childhood home. The resulting fight had been huge. Pran had felt the crushing weight of his mae's control that she had on his life and determination to force him into the mold she had for his life was too much and he finally told her so. He had been hoping to go to South Tech, a university near home. He would go into architecture, not just because he was interested in it but he knew it would be something that his parents would approve of. But as he stood with a plane ticket in his hands he finally realized that even without Pat in his life anymore his mae wouldn't be satisfied with letting him live his own life. What really sealed his decision to leave and live his own life was his mae slapping him hard across the face when he told her that he deserved to be able to live his own life.
Thankfully he had his bags still right by the front door and was able to grab them as he took off and ran from his home, his parents both frozen in the entryway. As he ran Pran looked back at Pat's home, knowing that it would be the last time he would see it as he would never return to his parents house if he had the choice.
After weeks of living on the streets, doing odd jobs and sleeping where he can, Pran luckily ended up finding the midnight laundry mat. The girl, Neon, who works there took a liking to him after meeting several times and slowly they became friends. She allows him to sleep there the nights she works, giving him the chance to sleep somewhere safe and get his clothes cleaned for free. That's where he meets Momay, the karaoke singer who gets him a job at the karaoke bar she works at. Momay is a little nuts in Pran's opinion and has a weird obsession with kimchi, which is where he gets the idea to go by the name Nutty when he begins working at the karaoke bar, Spark. The night they meet and Momay offers to get him a job Pran and Neon were joking around in the back room of the laundromat. Neon had insisted on doing his makeup and they had decided to sing loudly when their favorite song came on the radio, which Momay heard when she came in to do her weekly laundry and could hear them singing along to Sizzy.
Even though Momay scared him at times with how outlandish she could be and randomly aggressive, Pran was grateful to have met her. There had been a big misunderstanding when she first asked him to move in with her, that was quickly fixed when they both understood that they were both gay and not interested in each other. It wasn't that bad dealing with Momay on a daily basis, however her lack of cleaning habits did drive him crazy at times. However she did welcome him into her apartment, got him a job, and helped him keep up the secret that he was a guy. Not that it really lasted long. It was now more of an open secret between him and the other hosts, who he got along with enough that they weren't going to rat him out for being a guy and not a woman, especially when he helped them all the time and was always available and willing to cover their shifts.
The pay at the bar wasn't amazing, but customers tipped well, especially regulars. And having worked there for over three years had gotten him a decent amount of regulars who tipped very well. And once he moved in with Momay, Pran insisted on helping her with the bills and rent. The first thing Pran bought once he got his first paycheck was a new cell phone, his old one had been taken away by his mae the day of the Christmas party and even if he had a chance or money to buy one at boarding school, it would have also been taken away by the teachers if it had been found.
Having a cell phone again after three years was so odd at first, and Pran had to resist the urge to try and find Pat on any social media app. Not that he would contact Pat, but the knowledge that he could see Pat again, even though a posted selfie, was hard to resist.
Sitting down at his station Pran hooked his bag on the back of his chair, adjusted his wig, and began to get ready for his shift. It was his ninth day of work in a row. Ever since Momay had taken the leap and moved to Korea, he had been struggling to save money, pay bills, and keep paying rent at Momay's, now his, apartment. Even though he ran away and had lost his opportunity for his parents to pay, Pran still wanted to go to college. Though it would no longer be for architecture, but music. Without the expectations of his parents holding him back Pran decided he was going to do what made him happy, and what had made him the happiest before being torn away from it was making music.
The second major thing he had bought for himself after a phone was a used guitar, it was pretty beat up, but once he got the strings switched out for brand new ones the guitar sounded much better. When he bought it he had decided that the price had been worth it as his chest got tighter and he struggled to hold back tears as he played the first couple chords to Just Friends?, his first and only completed song at that time. At boarding school he had written lyrics, and thought of songs he wanted to make but had been unable to complete due to the circumstances and lack of instrument. But he had never really given up his love for music, and as he held his new guitar he knew he had made the right choice.
"Oh, P'Nutty, you're here early tonight," said Pear as she walked in, startling Pran out of his thoughts as he absentmindedly put blush on. The short girl reminded Pran of Pa, Pat's sister, who would have started her third year of university by now, and Pat would be in his last year.
"I didn't have much else to do today so," Pran offered as an excuse, but really he just didn't want to be stuck alone with his own thoughts and worries. Pran had just had to pay for a new wig and pair of heels after getting caught in a sudden downpour last week which had unfortunately caused him to get covered in gross and muddy water on his way home. Car after car had splashed him over and over with the disgusting water, not caring for anyone, let alone him, walking in the rain. Thankfully his clothes had been salvageable after a few washes, his heels and wig on the other hand, not so lucky. So he really didn't have much choice but to buy a new wig when it was beyond saving, it had sucked too because that had been his favorite wig.
The new wig alone had cost more than he wished, but any decent wig was pricey and with how often he worked a cheap wig wouldn't have lasted long or looked good, which he knew from experience would have cost him tips on the long run. He also didn't just wear his wigs for work, he wore them on his way to and from work, and when he went out with his friends, the other karaoke girl's. In fact he almost always dressed as a girl after these past few years. After working at Spark for so long and dressing as a woman all the time for work, Pran found he didn't really mind what anyone thought anymore, and had grown to like crossdressing. In fact most of his wardrobe, even outside of work, was feminine clothing, with only a handful of clothes coming from the men's section that he wore at home. The job at Spark had given him a new perspective, and without the pressure of his parents, Pran had a chance to really think about how he felt. To allow himself to realize that while he might be physically male, he was non-binary, and had no problem switching between being masculine or feminine. He had even decided to start growing his hair out the year before but it still wasn't very long, so he preferred to continue to wear wigs, especially for work.
It sometimes amazed Pran how different his life was turning out since leaving behind his parents and the life they wanted for him. While Pran knew they weren't homophobic, they did have a strict, or at least his mae did, view on how one should live. Hobbies weren't encouraged, and a respectable, well paying job was essential, and going against most of society's norms wasn't proper in their eyes. So Pran, who now identified as non-binary and crossdressed every day, was pretty sure his new look and job would give his mae a heart attack if they ever ran into one another again. Not that that was likely. His parents didn't go to bars, let alone karaoke bars, and that's if they would even be caught dead in this part of Bangkok.
"It's going to be a busy night, Zo says that all of the private rooms are booked, and there were so many people waiting to come in as I got here," she said as she sat at her own station and got ready.
"I'm not surprised, it's a Friday. Plus there was a big game today, so people are going to want to party."
"What game?"
"Football, Manchester City and Liverpool I think, I don't know who won though," Pran said as he got up to choose a dress for the night. He, like most of the others, kept several dresses, makeup, and accessories at Spark. Besides not having to carry a second set of clothes with you every day, there were often accidents with drinks, so most of them wanted to make sure they had a backup outfit to change into in case their first got ruined during their shift. It was also why there was a small set of three shower's in the back staff only bathroom, in case of such accidents. Pran had used them only last week when a drunk man had run into him full stop with a large and sticky cocktail, coating his back in the red drink, thankfully not getting any in his hair.
Pran decided on his most popular dress, a red sequin mini dress with a small fringe in the hem that showed off the shape of his body and made his ass look good. It also was easy to hide the padding that he wore in that dress that gave him a bigger chest that didn't look obviously fake to the eye.
"Ooh, going big tonight?" Asked Noona as she walked in, hopping over to her station then back over to him, poking a finger at the red dress.
"I'm only here to cover the first half of Nita's shift, so why not. I always get good tips in this dress," Nutty said, waving the dress lightly.
"True, you look good in anything, though," Noona complimented her as she grabbed her own dress, a mini dress as well but in a nude color, fake gems and feathers making it look flashy.
"Thanks, so do you," Pran said, blushing even though he and the other girls complimented each other like this all the time. "How is Patty?"
"Good, though her hormones are wreaking havoc on her. She finally got her first round of shots last week and is having major mood swings, but the doctors said that's normal for the first few weeks," said Noona, talking about her girlfriend Patricia who was just beginning her official transition and had just gotten approved for her first round of hormone shots.
"That sucks."
"It isn't fun, but she's excited after so long, so it's worth it," Noona said with a smile, her eyes full of love.
"I suppose it is," Pran said back, happy for his friends.
"Oh, stop gossiping and help me get ready, we have less than ten minutes before we all have to be out there," screamed Soda as she rushed in, kicking her shoes off in opposite directions and tossing her purse wherever before stripping down at light speed.
"You're one to talk. You're always pushing it and so close to opening time, every night," Gale chimed in from the bathroom door as she came out in her own dress, a burgundy velvet dress that was always so soft.
"Yeah Soda, remember last night? You got here at opening time and were late getting to the room you were booked with," Honey said as she finished up her makeup, putting on a highlighter that made her darker skin glow warmly before stood up and she straightened her black skin tight minidress.
"Come on, stop ganging up on Soda, even if you are right," teased Pear as she handed Soda a dress and shuffled her to the side as she was standing in the way of everyone who was almost ready to leave the dressing room.
Pran shook his head and ducked into the bathroom himself to change. At this point pretty much everyone had seen every other person undressed at one time or another, but he still felt most comfortable changing alone if he could. Even though his gender was an open secret, and they knew he was gay, Pran still made sure to be respectful of everyone, and wasn't the type to show off his body like that. A short, tight dress was one thing, an almost naked Pran in a room full of women was a whole other thing.
Slipping the dress on like a glove, Pran was done in minutes and with a pair of heels, he was ready to go and joined the others as they started to file out of the dressing room and out into the bar, each girl going wherever they were meant to be that night.
There were three kinds of rooms at Spark. First was the main open room that was like any other bar or club with a huge bar, tables, a dance floor and the karaoke machine set up on a small stage. The main room was open to everyone and anyone could sing, but if there were no customers lined up to sing a host would sing until a customer was interested. Then there were the host rooms. Each host rotated daily in one of any of six medium sized rooms that were run by a different host each day, usually on a schedule so regulars knew when each host would be hosting a room. Then there were the private rooms. Private rooms were an extra charge to book, and unless it was a slow night, had to be booked in advance. Then once you booked, if you wanted to, you could select a specific host to host your room, or no host at all and do your own thing, but most people who booked wanted a host, sometimes even more than one. Each room had a minimum time of two hours, and a maximum of six hours, and the room itself was also a medium sized room. Unlike the main room and the host rooms, which were basic club settings, the private rooms were set up in more of a lounge style with plush chairs and couches, allowing for a more relaxed feel to the room.
That night Pran was working in the main room, drinking with the guests and available to sing if need be.
"Hey Nutty, over here," Pran heard being yelled at him about half an hour after the bar opened. He easily recognized the voice, Boston.
Boston and his friends regularly came to Spark about once a month, and were regulars for Pran. Pran didn't mind the group, he liked them in fact, but some days Boston got on his last nerve. Boston always came with his boyfriend, Nick, and their friends Top, Mew, Ray, and Sand, occasionally a pair of women would come to but not often enough for Pran to remember their names. While the others were nice and enjoyed his company, tipping well. Boston would always spend a lot of time hitting on him right in front of Nick, who honestly could go either way. Some nights the man didn't really care, other's he would look upset, but never did anything to really stop Boston from being too friendly. After the third time they came to Spark, Pran was sure Boston knew his secret. Despite the place being filled with gorgeous women, hosts and customers alike, he only ever hit on men.
Despite it being part of his job, Pran kept his flirting lighter with Boston than he did with other clients. Since the man always came in with his boyfriend Pran didn't feel right flirting with him, but wasn't able to turn Boston down completely as long as he didn't violate the karaoke bars rules. There was also the fact that no matter how many times Nutty turned him down Boston didn't let up and would try again the next time without fail.
The group was making their way to their usual booth, which thankfully hadn't been taken yet, so Pran made his way through the crowd and joined them at their booth.
"Sawadee ka," Nutty said, smiling brightly as she gave them a wai.
"Sawadee khap, Nutty, you look great tonight. How'd you know to wear my favorite dress," Boston asked as he looked Nutty up and down, his eyes lingering on Pran's long legs.
"Just lucky," Pran flirted back, his eye's flicking to Nick to see what kind of mood he was in that night. Thankfully Nick didn't seem angry, just resigned. Pran often wondered what their deal was, he was sure it was somewhat of an open relationship, at least on Boston's part, as Pran hadn't seen Nick even flirting with anyone besides Boston.
Usually when they came Pran would be with them all night, the group stayed for hours, drinking and singing throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning. Thankfully that night Pran was let off easy when a few hours in Pran saw Nita wave him down from across the room, as she joined the floor and began her shift.
"Sorry, guys. I need to be going now," Nutty said as she stood up and wai'd to the group of friends.
"What? So early," asked Ray, who also did flirt sometimes, as well as his boyfriend Sand. But when they did it, it was more in a friendly way, like a reflex. Unlike Boston who had propositioned him every time they came to Spark and made it very clear what he was hoping to do with Nutty.
"Yes, unfortunately I'm only covering half of a coworker's shift. And I saw she just got here, so I need to head out," explained Pran as he collected his tips from the table and left them with a warm goodnight.
"Oh, Nutty, are you leaving?" Florence, the floor manger, asked as she ran up to him as he was about to walk into the back.
"Yeah Phi, Nita only needed me to cover the first half of her shift tonight. Why, what's up?"
"A group of guys who booked a private room want a host for the room and I've been scrambling to find someone to take it, but everyone who isn't working won't be able to get here soon enough."
"When is the booking?" Asked Pran even though he already knew he would take it, private bookings came with a good bonus for whoever was assigned a room.
"In fifteen minutes. Someone overlooked the request, and when Zo pulled up the booking after the last party for that room left he saw the request for a host," said Florence, who was looking overwhelmed. "And we're so busy tonight I can't pull anyone away to work the room."
"I'll take it. Give me some time to freshen up, fix up my makeup, and I'll be there to help clean the room before they show up. Which room Phi," asked Pran.
"The star room, thank you," said Florence as she rushed off after giving him a quick wai, and Pran rushed off to the back and into the dressing room.
First he made a beeline to the bathroom, to relieve himself for the first time in four hours, before grabbing a bottle of water to try and hydrate. Then redid his lipstick and cleaned up his face, slowing down a little after he almost poked himself in the eye with one of his bright red fake nails while fixing his eye liner. With a quick fix to his wig, which was getting a little frizzy from the humid air in the bar, and making sure he was retucked, Pran rushed out and to the private room which is still being cleaned from the previous group. The bar made sure each private room had half an hour in between each booking for a light cleaning to make sure the room was presentable to the next set of clients. The last thing anyone wanted to see when booking a room was old food and empty glasses or bottles left behind by the previous group.
After giving the room a quick double check, Pran was joined by a small group of guys walking into the room.
"Sawadee ka, welcome to Spark. I'm Nutty, your host tonight." Pran said as he bowed lightly, giving the group of four guys a wai, and keeping his voice soft and feminine sounding.
"Sawadee khap," they said back together as they wai'd back.
"We're here to celebrate my friend's twenty-third birthday," says the closest one, who winked with his very thick eyebrows. "It's just going to be us for now, but more will be joining us soon."
"Ok, well everything is set up for you. If you'd like anyone of you can start singing if you want, or if you want I can sing whenever you'd like, there also is the option to turn on some regular music for when no one wants to sing. The tablet over there is available to order any food or drinks for this room and will be added to the booking bill at the end of your night," Pran said addressing the four men, who were looking around the room. Then Pran got a good look at the last man in the group and froze in shock.
Oh, shit. Pat?!
