SWEET

CHAPTER 22

The goodbyes were quiet, yet full of emotion.

Porsche lingered, reluctant to let Porchay go, his gaze lingering on him as if memorizing every detail. “Take care of him… promise me you will,” he said, voice low but firm.

"Hia...I will miss you. Really."

"Don't worry, I'll visit, okay?"

Porchay nodded, a small smile breaking through his nervousness, and for the first time, Kinn—a man usually reserved, unreadable—allowed a flicker of feeling to show.

His hand brushed against Kim’s shoulder in a rare gesture of warmth before he turned away, hiding his expression but leaving a silent message: he cared, too.

Tankhun, ever dramatic, threw his arms wide and exclaimed, “I can’t believe you’re leaving! This is so unfair! Vegas, take care of them! Porchay, Kim! Don’t forget me!”

Porchay and Kim chuckled softly, holding each other, and comforted the frantic boy, patting his shoulders. “We’ll be fine,” Kim reassured him. “Trust Vegas. You’ll see.”

Macau hugged him tight, tight enough to make Vegas and Kim grab him telling him that was enough.

"Chay, I'll miss you. " Then Macau leaned in closer and whispered, "You guys marked each other last night. It's visible you little --"

Porchay took out his phone and looked himself in the camera, there they were, big teeth marks and hickeys.

Same to Vegas' and Kim's necks.
He slapped Macau's arm and tried to cover them up.

Vegas smiled at their little reunion, calm yet determined.

“I want to take you somewhere,” he said after leaving Kinn's mansion.Though he didn’t reveal where, both Kim and Porchay trusted him. They followed him, hearts fluttering with anticipation.

When the car stopped, Vegas opened the door and gestured toward the horizon.

The sight took their breath away: a small, beautiful island bathed in golden light, the waves gently lapping at the shore, a home nestled perfectly among the trees.

“This… is for us?” Porchay whispered, voice trembling with awe.

Vegas nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been preparing it for a long time. For you two… for us. I want to live here, with you, for as long as we can.”

Kim and Porchay exchanged stunned glances, then threw themselves into Vegas’ arms, their gratitude spilling out in quiet laughter and tears.

“Thank you… thank you so much,” they murmured, holding him tight.

Entering the house, they were greeted not by walls and furniture, but by warmth and love—the air itself seemed alive with it. It wasn’t just a house. It was home.

Vegas watched as Kim and Porchay wandered through the rooms, hands intertwined, marveling at the care he had put into every corner.

The two of them soon found a quiet spot and began singing a song they had written for him, their voices soft and full of affection.

Vegas listened, genuinely happy, his heart full.

From that day on, they lived together on their little island, building a life filled with love, laughter, and countless small moments of joy.

The world outside didn’t matter as much anymore. They had each other, and that was enough.

They were home.

They were together.

And finally,they were happy...

...forever.