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in celebration of "Umbrella" having 30k+ reads, i decided to write this ! i've been reading a lot of feedbacks, although most are positive and sweet, i saw a constant context in the comments. i want to offer you guys a fanfic you'll enjoy happily :) so in order to do that, i'll cover the loophole i left opened; enjoy the plot twist ! :)

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Life can be said hard for Vegas ever since the most unfortunate event of his life. He would come to work at their company, he would help in the major family, he would grant events his presence due to being the entitled third young master of the family. Although he disliked crowds, Vegas still complied in respect to Tankhun's wishes.

One evening, they were expected to join a product release from one of their business partners, the legal one. Vegas hated being part of these; in the past, he would only comply to make his father's wishes come true, but now that his father was long locked up in their dungeon; he only had to make sure he was living up to Tankhun and Pete's memories.

Porsche and Vegas became friends in the long run. Whenever Vegas would be seen lost in his thoughts, probably missing his short moments with his loved one, Porsche would bicker with him. That was his daily pull to reality. The way Porsche would cuss him, punch him, and kick him to the ground whenever they get annoyed with each other; he actually found comfort in that pain.

But of course, nothing could beat the pain he received from Pete. The pain of love, the pain of longing, the pain of thinking he would never be able to feel, to see, or to hear the man again. Sometimes, Vegas would blame Pete for leaving him, but the reason Pete left was undeniably his fault. He would end up listing down reasons to hate himself again.

Indeed, six feet has never felt so far in Vegas' life.

When free of duties, Vegas would be often seen in his mansion, playing with an adopted stray cat named Bubbles.

"You seem to love this cat more than you love yourself, Vegas. You look like shit, have you even taken a bath since yesterday?" The man didn't bother to look at whoever entered his home, just by loud footsteps, he could tell it was his newly made friend. "Oi, I'm talking to you." Said Porsche.

Vegas grumbled and left Bubbles on the ground, "What do you want? You're bothering me." He hasn't heard what Porsche was about to offer, but his heart was already declining whatever it was.

Porsche threw a crumpled paper who knows where he found towards Vegas, "How am I bothering you? I called out several times yet received no response! I'm your only friend and you still treat me this way? How dare you." He dramatically cried.

Vegas groaned internally, he could tolerate whenever Pete would act like this, but that was because I love him! Now I know why Pete and Porsche are best friends, they almost act the same way! He didn't pay attention to what Porsche said and went back in his roofed home, he knew the man would end up following him so he didn't bother to call.

"I need your help, Vegas." Porsche started.

This time, Vegas put down the cup he was holding a little louder than normal. "Last time you said that, you needed me to lend you my knives. Kinn almost used those on me!" He complained. "Do you even know how to use the different types of knives I had? You used a utility knife for cutting chicken bones!" He wasn't anywhere near finished, he was furious for his dearest collection. "Kinn threw them away, do you even know how much I spent for that collection?!"