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On a fine morning on the college premises:
Vegas: Oi, Porsche, where the hell are you dragging me?
Porsche: Come with me, you lazy ass! All you do is eat, sleep, and study. I’m prepping for the upcoming event, and I need to meet the senior who’s helping us organise. You, my dear couch potato, are coming along as my assistant. 😆
Vegas: What?! Definitely not. I’m not getting into that crowd.
Porsche: You seriously need to socialise more.
Vegas: I know enough people. 😑
Porsche: All the people you know are your family… and me. You haven’t even properly met my family, and you haven’t let me meet yours. See? All best friends know each other’s families. And then there’s you.🙄 Now stop whining and come with me.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus:
Kinn: Why the hell did all of you make me the student representative?
Tay: Because Uncle Korn told us to help you socialise more. You, Vegas, and Kim—same breed. No social life.
Kinn: I talk to people. 😑
Time: C’mon, man. You can’t undo it now. You’re the rep. Suck it up. At least your partner will handle the junior side of things. Should be here any minute.
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Fifteen minutes later...
Vegas’ POV: Porsche was still dragging me toward the senior classroom like a man on a mission. Just as we were about to enter—
Thud! 💥
Of course. He tripped over his own foot, slammed into a senior, and knocked over some glass jar that looked like it belonged on a shrine.
Porsche: Shit. That’s the fourth time today.
Vegas: Serves you right, clumsy ass. 😂😂
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Tay’s POV: Oh shit. Did the junior just break the glass jar *Kinn* painted this morning?!
He’s a dead man walking. 😬
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Kinn’s POV: I swear I was about to murder someone, but then I saw Vegas… And the clumsy idiot must be his best friend. Vegas looked at me like a kicked puppy. I sighed and sat back down.
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Vegas: Oi, Porsche, get up.
He helped him to his feet just as Tay whispered something into Porsche’s ear.
Porsche (approaching Kinn): Phi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break the jar. I’m just… a little clumsy. I’m so sor—
BAM.
He tripped again. On a desk. And landed face-first on the floor. 😐
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Porsche’s POV:
Goddammit, Porsche. Pull it together! My face hurts.
Suddenly, a hand reached down toward me.
It was the senior I was supposed to work with. The one whose jar I just destroyed.
I looked up and—wow. Up close, he looked like royalty. Like, he literally glowed.
What am I doing? I never compliment people unless I’m working at the bar.
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Kinn: Hey, what?
He snapped his fingers in front of my face.
Porsche: S-Sorry, Phi. I zoned out from the fall.
Kinn: … What? 🤨
Porsche: What? Nothing.
Kinn: Then why are you staring at me?
Porsche: You’re… handsome.
OH GOD. Porsche, did you just say that out loud?!
I saw him freeze. Then blush.
Oh no. Now I’m blushing too.
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Kinn’s POV: No one ever compliments me to my face—not with this cold, mafia-wannabe vibe I’ve got going.
But this boy? He’s a walking mess… and kind of adorable?
Wait—am I blushing?!
Both (internally):
Is this love?! 💘
No, no, no. It’s only been a few minutes. That’s impossible… right?
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Vegas’ POV: What kind of K-drama bullshit am I watching live?! 👀
Did my best friend just fall in love with my brother?
And did Kinn—Kinn of all people—blush? 🤨🤔
… Is this some kind of curse from P’Khun and all his nonsense rom-coms?
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Time’s POV: Oi, Tay. Did you see that? Kinn blushed.
Tay: Oh, I saw it. I think I ship them already. ‘KinnPorsche’ has a nice ring to it.
Time: What?! That fast?!
Tay: I’m always right, honey. 😏
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Kim’s POV: Silently in the background, taking a photo of Kinn’s red face.
Kim: Blackmail folder: updated.