The air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine and the hum of the city, a familiar symphony to Porchay's ears. He stood on the balcony of his penthouse, overlooking the glittering expanse of Bangkok.

The city lights twinkled like a million tiny stars, mirroring the emotions swirling within him. He was happy, truly happy.

His life had taken an unexpected turn, a whirlwind of emotions that had led him to this moment, standing beside the man he loved, Vegas.

It had been months since the storm that had threatened to tear them apart. The misunderstanding with Pete, the hurt, the anger, the fear – all of it had been a painful lesson in communication and trust.

But they had navigated it, emerging stronger, their love tested and proven. Porchay had finally confessed his feelings for Vegas, a confession that had brought a wave of relief and a surge of happiness.

Vegas, in turn, had admitted his own love, a love that had simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to blossom.

They were a team now, working side by side in Vegas's company. Porchay, with his meticulous attention to detail and creative flair, had become an invaluable asset, his ideas breathing new life into the company's projects.

Vegas, with his sharp business acumen and unwavering support, had created a space where Porchay could thrive. They were a perfect balance, their strengths complementing each other, their love fueling their ambition.

The reconciliation with Pete had been a slow process, filled with awkward silences and hesitant conversations. Porchay had been hurt, his feelings for Kim misconstrued as mere admiration for an idol.

Pete, in his own world of celebrity crushes and naivete, had been oblivious to the depth of Porchay's feelings. He had apologized, genuinely remorseful for the pain he had caused, but the damage had been done.

"I didn't realize," Pete had said, his voice laced with regret, "I thought you just admired him as a fan."

"It's okay," Porchay had replied, his voice strained, "I understand. We're still friends, right?"

"Of course," Pete had said, his eyes filled with sincerity, "but I get it if you need space. I messed up."

They had both acknowledged their mistakes, apologized, and found a way to rebuild their friendship, albeit on a different foundation.

It was a fragile peace, a truce built on understanding and forgiveness. They were friends again, their bond not as close as it once was, but a bond nonetheless.

And then there was Kim, radiating happiness in his new engagement with Pete. The news had been a surprise, but a pleasant one.

Porchay had seen the way Kim looked at Pete, the adoration in his eyes, the tenderness in his touch. He knew that Pete had found someone who truly loved him, someone who saw him for who he was, not for his celebrity status.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Porchay and Vegas stood on the beach, the warm sand beneath their feet, the salty air in their lungs. They watched in silence as the last rays of sunlight kissed the ocean, reflecting a golden shimmer on the water.

"I'm lucky to have you, Porchay," Vegas said, his voice soft, his gaze fixed on Porchay's face.

Porchay turned to him, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "You save me,Vegas."

His words were simple, but they held the weight of a lifetime. He had been lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and fear. Vegas had been his anchor, his guiding light, his salvation.

The misunderstanding with Pete had been a turning point, a moment of clarity that had led him to confront his feelings for Vegas.

He had been afraid, afraid of rejection, afraid of losing his friendship with Pete.

But Vegas had been patient, understanding, and unwavering in his love. He had shown Porchay that true love was not about fear or insecurity, but about acceptance, support, and unwavering commitment.

"I love you Porchay," Vegas said, his voice a low rumble in the fading light. "More then word can express"

Porchay's heart swelled with emotion. He had never felt this kind of love before, a love that was pure, unconditional, and all-encompassing. It was a love that had healed his wounds, mended his broken heart, and filled his life with a joy he had never known.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them, their love a beacon in the fading light.

As the last sliver of sun disappeared below the horizon, Vegas leaned in, his lips meeting Porchay's in a tender kiss. The taste of salt and the warmth of their love mingled together, a perfect symphony of emotions.

This was their moment, their forever, a new beginning bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun.

Porchay had learned a lot in the past few months. He had learned the importance of communication, the power of forgiveness, and the transformative nature of love.

He had learned that true happiness came not from chasing fleeting dreams or clinging to the past, but from embracing the present and building a future with the people who truly mattered.

He had also learned that love could heal even the deepest wounds. The white petals, a symbol of his unrequited love for Kim, had faded away, replaced by the vibrant colors of his love for Vegas.

He had finally understood that love was not about possession or control, but about letting go, trusting, and allowing yourself to be loved.

As they walked hand-in-hand along the beach, the waves crashing against the shore, Porchay felt a sense of peace wash over him.

He was no longer the scared, insecure boy he had been. He was a man now, a man who had found his voice, his strength, and his love. He was home.

The past was a memory, a chapter closed. The future stretched before them, a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of their shared dreams.

They would face whatever challenges lay ahead, together, their love a guiding light in the darkness. The sun had set on yesterday, but a new dawn was breaking, a dawn filled with the promise of a love that would last forever.

"Love is not about finding the perfect person," Porchay whispered, his voice filled with a newfound wisdom, "it's about finding the person who make you see the best in yourself,"

Vegas smiled, his eyes reflecting the love that burned within him. "And you, Porchay, have made me see the best of myself."

Their love story, a testament to the power of forgiveness, acceptance, and the transformative nature of love, was just beginning.

The sun had set on yesterday, but a new dawn was breaking, a dawn filled with the promise of a love that would last forever.

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Another complete story!!, I'm really happy wrting this story. Evan though it's not really Kimchay, But he got a happy ending right?:3

I'm excited to write another story again. But the story I'm going to make is base on my experience, but I will make it JeffBarcode.

It's would took long if I will write a story again but promise if I have some time I will immediately write it‼️😓:>

I want to write VegasPete story or BibleBuild but i don't know how to write NC or 18+ 🥲