The air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine, a fragrance that once held the bittersweet memories of Kim. Now, two years later, it carried a different weight, a sense of quiet acceptance.

Porchay had moved on from the pain of his unrequited love, his heart healing with a gentle understanding that Kim and Pete were meant to be.

He watched them, their love story unfolding with a beauty that brought him a sense of peace.

His world, however, had shifted. The constant support and unwavering kindness of Vegas had woven themselves into the fabric of his life, creating a warmth that he hadn't anticipated.

Their friendship had blossomed into a comfortable familiarity, filled with shared laughter, late-night conversations about everything and nothing, and a growing sense of ease that felt like coming home.

Porchay found himself drawn to Vegas' quiet strength, his thoughtful nature, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

He found himself looking forward to their daily interactions, their shared lunches, and the casual banter that filled their workdays.

He hadn't realized it at first, but the feelings he held for Vegas were more than just friendship. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest whenever Vegas looked at him.

A flutter of anticipation when their hands brushed accidentally. He found himself wanting to spend more time with him, to hear his voice, to share his thoughts.

It had been two and a half years since Vegas had first felt a spark of attraction towards Porchay.

He was captivated by Porchay's gentle nature, his quiet strength, and the way his eyes held a depth that spoke of unspoken emotions. He watched Porchay, his heart swelling with a tenderness he couldn't explain.

July 13th, the day they first met, arrived with a gentle warmth. Vegas had made his decision. He would confess his feelings, hoping for a chance to bloom alongside Porchay, even if it meant a different kind of love.

As they sat at their usual cafe, the familiar aroma of coffee and pastries filling the air, Vegas took a deep breath. He reached for Porchay's hand, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Porchay," he began, his voice a soft murmur, "I have something I want to tell you."

Porchay looked up, his eyes reflecting the gentle sunlight streaming through the window. He felt a familiar flutter in his chest, but this time, it wasn't the ache of unrequited love. It was a curious anticipation, a sense of something new and exciting.

"What is it, Vegas?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

Vegas took another deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "I… I have feelings for you, Porchay. I know this might come as a surprise, but I can't keep them bottled up anymore. I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

Porchay's breath caught in his throat. He had suspected Vegas' feelings, but hearing them spoken aloud was a different experience altogether. He stared at Vegas, trying to decipher the emotions swirling in his own heart.

"Vegas… I…" Porchay started, his voice hesitant. He didn't need time to process. He had already realized his own feelings for Vegas. He had just been waiting for the right moment to confess.

"I have feelings for you too, Vegas," Porchay said, his voice soft but firm. "I've been trying to figure out what these feelings were for a while now. It's been a long time since I felt this way about someone."

A wave of relief washed over Vegas. He had been so afraid of rejection, but Porchay's confession was like a warm embrace.

"Really?" Vegas asked, his voice laced with disbelief and joy.

Porchay nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Really. I've never… I've never felt this way about anyone else after Kim."

Vegas reached for Porchay's hand, his fingers intertwining with his. "I'm so glad," he whispered, his eyes shining with happiness.

The silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken emotions and a quiet hope for the future. Porchay felt a surge of courage, a desire to bridge the gap between them. He leaned forward, his gaze meeting Vegas's.

"Vegas," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Vegas leaned in, his breath warm against Porchay's cheek.  He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a blush spreading across his skin.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, a gentle exploration of a newfound connection.  The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their touch and the fluttering of their hearts.

The kiss deepened, a slow, deliberate dance of desire and longing. Porchay felt a surge of exhilaration, a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced since his relationship with Kim.  He felt safe, cherished, and understood.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other, Porchay felt a sense of peace wash over him.

He had found a new kind of love, a love that was different, but no less real or meaningful.

The petals of his heart had stopped falling, but a new bud was slowly beginning to bloom, a bud that promised a different kind of happiness.

A happiness that bloomed alongside the unwavering love of his friend, Vegas. Their journey was just beginning, and they were ready to face it together, hand in hand, their hearts beating in unison.

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I have read the chapter 10, I didn't notice that I wrote some mistake there I'm really sorry about that😓 I made it like 2-3am so I really didn't notice and I was just bored at that time.

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