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Nani Hirunkit Changkham had a life most people only dreamed of. His name was synonymous with perfection, his face plastered on billboards across cities, and his voice a staple in the playlists of millions. At 30, he was an icon, a man who had climbed to the summit of fame with unrelenting precision. Fans adored him, colleagues respected him, and the media painted him as untouchable—a star immune to the scandals that often plagued others in the industry.

Yet, beneath the immaculate surface, Nani lived in a carefully constructed bubble. His days were a routine of calculated steps, his emotions compartmentalized to keep him focused. The public adored him, but few truly knew him, and that was exactly how he preferred it.

Tonight, however, something felt different.

Nani adjusted his cufflinks as he stepped out of the sleek black car, the faint sound of music and conversation spilling from the grand ballroom ahead. The private event was hosted by Phoenix Media Group, a conglomerate that had recently acquired the rights to his upcoming world tour. It was an important partnership, one that Knot, his manager, had spent weeks negotiating.

As Nani entered the venue, he was greeted by a wave of opulence: crystal chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, and the air was perfumed with the scent of roses and expensive cologne. High-profile guests mingled in tailored suits and designer dresses, their laughter and whispered conversations blending into the background.

Nani moved through the room with practiced ease, his every step calculated, every nod and smile perfectly timed. Yet, as he greeted investors and exchanged pleasantries, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

From across the room, Sky Wongravee Nateetorn observed him with an intensity that bordered on predatory.

Sky was younger than most CEOs in the industry, but his presence was anything but inexperienced. At 27, he had built Phoenix Media into an empire, earning a reputation for his ruthless business tactics and enigmatic charm. Tonight, he was dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, his hair slicked back to reveal sharp features. He sipped his whiskey slowly, his gaze never leaving Nani.

The idol was even more captivating in person than Sky had imagined. The photos, the videos, the countless interviews Sky had studied—all of them failed to capture the raw magnetism Nani exuded.

Sky had orchestrated this meeting, ensuring Nani would attend, but he wasn’t one to rush. He thrived on control, on strategy, and he intended to approach Nani on his own terms.

Their first interaction happened when Nani stepped away from a group of executives, seeking a moment of reprieve. He moved toward the balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stifling room.

“Mr. Changkham,” came a voice from behind him. Deep, smooth, and laced with authority.

Nani turned, his polite smile faltering slightly as he took in the man before him. Sky stood with a confident ease, his hands in his pockets, his piercing gaze fixed on Nani.

“Yes?” Nani replied, his tone courteous but guarded.

“I’m Sky Wongravee Nateetorn. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Finally? The word lingered in Nani’s mind, but he kept his expression neutral. “Likewise. I’ve heard Phoenix Media has been instrumental in organizing my tour. I appreciate your support.”

Sky smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Support is a given when working with someone of your caliber. But for me, this partnership is personal.”

Nani’s brows furrowed slightly. “Personal?”

Sky stepped closer, his presence commanding but not overbearing. “I’ve followed your career for years. You have a way of captivating people, of making them feel like they know you. It’s rare, and it’s powerful.”

There was something unsettling about the way Sky spoke—like he was dissecting Nani rather than complimenting him.

“Thank you,” Nani said, his voice cool. “Though I’m sure many would say it’s just part of the job.”

“Perhaps,” Sky replied, his gaze unwavering. “But I think there’s more to you than what the cameras capture.”

The tension between them was palpable, an invisible thread pulled taut. Nani broke eye contact first, brushing past Sky with a polite nod. “If you’ll excuse me, I should get back to my guests.”

As Nani walked away, he couldn’t shake the feeling of Sky’s gaze lingering on him, like a shadow he couldn’t escape.

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The evening ended without further encounters, but Sky’s words stayed with Nani. Something about the man unsettled him—his confidence, his intensity, his air of mystery. For the first time in a long while, Nani felt like he wasn’t in control, and he hated it.

Little did he know, this was only the beginning of a game he hadn’t agreed to play.

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The morning after the event, Nani woke to the sound of his phone vibrating relentlessly on the nightstand. He groaned, his hand fumbling to silence it. Despite his perfectly regimented life, mornings were the one indulgence he allowed himself—a small rebellion against the tightly packed schedules that filled his days.

When he finally glanced at the screen, it was Knot, his manager. The caller ID blinked insistently.

“What is it?” Nani said, his voice hoarse from sleep as he answered.

“Change of plans. You’re needed at Phoenix Media headquarters this afternoon. There’s been a last-minute meeting,” Knot said briskly, his tone making it clear there was no room for negotiation.

“Meeting? About what?”

“They didn’t say. Something about refining tour details. Just show up. It’s important.”

With a sigh, Nani dragged himself out of bed. The meeting felt unnecessary—Knot could handle all the logistical details himself. But Nani wasn’t the type to complain, at least not out loud. His reputation depended on being reliable, agreeable, and always professional.

By the time Nani arrived at Phoenix Media, his polished exterior was firmly in place. He stepped out of his car, adjusting his sunglasses against the midday sun. The building loomed tall and imposing, its glass facade reflecting the bustling city around it.

Inside, a sharply dressed assistant escorted him to the top floor, where a single conference room waited. The assistant opened the door, and Nani paused, his expression hardening slightly.

The room was empty, save for one person: Sky Wongravee Nateetorn.

“Mr. Changkham,” Sky greeted smoothly, standing to shake his hand. His movements were deliberate, his smile faint but unreadable.

Nani’s initial surprise was quickly replaced by skepticism. “I wasn’t aware this was a private meeting.”

Sky gestured to the seat opposite him. “Please, sit. I thought it best we speak directly, without unnecessary intermediaries.”

Reluctantly, Nani sat, his posture stiff. “I was under the impression this was about the tour.”

“In a way, it is,” Sky replied, his tone casual but calculated. “Your tour is a pivotal moment—not just for you, but for the industry. Your influence transcends entertainment. You’re a cultural icon.”

Nani folded his hands in his lap, keeping his expression neutral. He’d heard variations of this speech before, always from people looking to capitalize on his fame. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I trust my team to handle any necessary adjustments.”

Sky leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “This isn’t about adjustments. It’s about vision. I believe in perfection, and so do you. But perfection isn’t achieved by delegation. It requires… connection.”

The air between them grew heavier, Sky’s words laced with an undertone Nani couldn’t quite place. “I don’t mix business with personal matters,” Nani said evenly.

Sky’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Who said anything about personal matters?”

The conversation felt like a chess match, each man testing the other’s boundaries. Nani was no stranger to power plays—he’d faced his share of pushy executives and overly familiar investors. But Sky was different. He didn’t seem interested in Nani’s fame or the profits his brand could generate. Instead, his attention felt disconcertingly personal, as though he was trying to peel back the layers of Nani’s carefully constructed image.

After a tense silence, Nani stood. “If that’s all, I have other commitments to attend to.”

Sky didn’t stop him, but as Nani reached the door, his voice followed. “I always get what I want, Mr. Changkham. This isn’t the last time we’ll meet.”

The statement wasn’t a threat, but it wasn’t entirely innocent, either. Nani walked out without responding, his mind racing.

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Back in the car, Nani pressed his fingers to his temples. He hated how unsettled he felt, how Sky’s words lingered in his mind. There was something infuriatingly magnetic about the man—his confidence, his intensity, the way he seemed to see right through Nani’s defenses.

But Nani wasn’t about to let anyone, not even Sky Wongravee, gain that kind of power over him.

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Scene Transition number 1: The Shadow of an Obsession

Sky watched from his office window as Nani’s car disappeared down the street. He sipped his coffee slowly, a rare glint of amusement in his usually stoic eyes.

Chadjen, his assistant, stepped into the room, holding a tablet. “The meeting went well, I assume?”

“Well enough,” Sky said, his tone measured. “He’s resistant, but that’s to be expected. Nani Changkham isn’t someone who gives his trust easily.”

Chadjen arched an eyebrow. “You’re putting an unusual amount of effort into this. Is it worth it?”

Sky’s gaze flicked to his assistant, his expression unreadable. “Some things are worth more than effort, Chadjen. They’re worth obsession.”

Chadjen didn’t respond, but the weight of Sky’s words hung in the air. He’d worked with Sky long enough to know when his boss had set his sights on something—or someone.

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Scene Transition number 2: A Growing Curiosity

Later that evening, Nani sat alone in his apartment, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Despite the luxurious surroundings, his home felt sterile—modern furniture, spotless surfaces, no signs of personal life beyond a few books and framed awards.

He poured himself a glass of wine, his mind replaying the meeting with Sky. There was something about the man that unnerved him, a strange mix of admiration and caution. Nani had spent years perfecting the art of detachment, but Sky had a way of cutting through that, forcing him to feel… something.

He hated it. And yet, he couldn’t deny a small, nagging curiosity about Sky’s intentions.

For the first time in years, Nani felt like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory.

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Nani arrived at the studio early the next morning, his expression as composed as ever. The building buzzed with energy—photographers setting up equipment, stylists rushing back and forth with racks of designer clothing, and production staff adjusting lights for the day's shoot.

As one of the industry’s top idols, Nani had long since grown accustomed to the chaos of the set. It was his arena, a place where he thrived with ease and precision. Today was no different—or so he thought.

The moment he stepped into the dressing room, Peeta, his closest friend and fellow idol, greeted him with a mischievous grin. “You’re early. Didn’t expect to see you before coffee.”

Nani rolled his eyes, settling into the makeup chair. “I’m always early.”

“True, but you look…” Peeta leaned closer, squinting at him. “Distracted. Did something happen?”

For a split second, Sky’s face flashed in Nani’s mind—his intense gaze, the weight of his words, and that maddening smirk. Nani quickly pushed the memory aside. “Nothing worth mentioning,” he said lightly.

Peeta raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but didn’t press. Instead, he switched the topic to the tour, rambling about potential setlists and choreography adjustments. Nani nodded along, grateful for the distraction.

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The photoshoot progressed smoothly, with Nani effortlessly transitioning from one pose to the next. The camera loved him, capturing every angle with breathtaking precision. It was a skill honed over years of practice, and he wielded it like a weapon.

But even in his element, he couldn’t shake the lingering tension from his encounter with Sky. The man’s voice still echoed in his mind, low and deliberate, as though he’d carved his words directly into Nani’s thoughts.

As the shoot wrapped up, Nani retreated to the dressing room for a moment of quiet. Peeta joined him shortly after, collapsing onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“Another day, another set of perfect photos,” Peeta joked. “So, are you going to tell me what’s actually on your mind, or do I have to bribe it out of you?”

Nani smirked faintly, shaking his head. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” Peeta shot back, sitting up straighter. “You’ve been weird since yesterday. Don’t tell me it’s about that Phoenix Media event.”

Nani hesitated for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Peeta to pounce.

“It is about the event!” he exclaimed. “What happened? Did someone say something? Oh no, don’t tell me someone tried to proposition you again. Do I need to beat someone up?”

“Calm down,” Nani said, chuckling despite himself. “It’s nothing like that.”

Peeta leaned in, his curiosity palpable. “Then what? Spill!”

Before Nani could respond, there was a knock at the door. Chadjen, Sky’s assistant, stepped inside, his expression unreadable. “Mr. Changkham, Mr. Wongravee has requested your presence at his office this afternoon. He’d like to discuss some creative adjustments for the tour.”

Peeta blinked, looking between Nani and Chadjen. “Mr. Wongravee? As in… Sky Wongravee? The CEO?”

“Yes,” Chadjen confirmed simply.

Nani’s jaw tightened. He hadn’t expected Sky to make another move so quickly. “Tell him I’m unavailable,” he said coolly.

Chadjen didn’t flinch. “Mr. Wongravee anticipated you might say that. He asked me to remind you that this concerns the promotional strategy for your tour, and your input is vital.”

Peeta whistled low under his breath, clearly impressed. “Wow. The CEO of Phoenix Media is personally chasing you down. That’s… not normal, right?”

Nani shot him a warning look before turning back to Chadjen. “Fine. I’ll be there after the shoot.”

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Scene Transition number 3: The Unspoken Game

Later that day, Nani found himself once again at Phoenix Media’s headquarters. The familiarity of the setting did little to ease his apprehension. Sky had a way of commanding attention even when he wasn’t present, and Nani hated how much space the man had already taken up in his thoughts.

When he entered Sky’s office, the CEO was seated at his desk, reviewing documents. He looked up as Nani approached, his expression softening into something akin to satisfaction.

“Mr. Changkham,” Sky greeted, rising to shake his hand. “Thank you for coming.”

“I was told this was urgent,” Nani replied, his tone even.

Sky gestured for him to sit. “It is. I wanted to discuss your tour visuals. The current concepts are strong, but I believe they lack… depth.”

“Depth?” Nani repeated, arching an eyebrow.

Sky leaned forward, his fingers steepled. “Your image is flawless, but it’s also distant. Your fans adore you, but they don’t know you. I want to create something more intimate—something that shows them the man behind the perfection.”

The suggestion caught Nani off guard. He prided himself on maintaining a clear boundary between his public persona and private life. “My fans don’t need to know me personally,” he said firmly. “They connect with the work, and that’s enough.”

“Is it?” Sky challenged, his gaze piercing. “Or is that just what you tell yourself to keep them at arm’s length?”

The question struck a nerve, but Nani refused to let it show. “I don’t see how that’s relevant to the tour.”

Sky’s smirk returned, subtle but infuriating. “Relevance is subjective, Mr. Changkham. I want this tour to be groundbreaking, and that requires a level of vulnerability that you’ve never shown before. Think about it.”

Nani stood, his posture rigid. “If that’s all, I have other commitments.”

Sky didn’t stop him, but as Nani reached the door, he spoke again. “You’re fascinating, Nani. I wonder how long you can keep hiding before the world sees the real you.”

Nani left without responding, his heart pounding with equal parts anger and confusion. Sky’s words lingered, digging into him like thorns.

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Scene Transition number 4: Quiet Confessions

That evening, Nani met Peeta for dinner at their favorite low-profile restaurant. The dimly lit space provided a rare sense of normalcy, far removed from the chaos of their careers.

“You’re quiet,” Peeta observed, sipping his drink. “Let me guess—Sky Wongravee again?”

Nani scowled. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Too bad, because I do,” Peeta said, grinning. “Who is this guy, and why does he have you so riled up? You’re usually unshakable.”

Nani hesitated, swirling his wine glass. “He’s… persistent. And unsettling.”

Peeta leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. “Unsettling how? Like, creepy? Or… something else?”

Nani didn’t answer immediately, his mind replaying Sky’s intense gaze and cryptic words. “I don’t know,” he admitted quietly.

Peeta’s expression softened. “Sounds like he’s gotten under your skin. Be careful, okay? Guys like that are dangerous.”

Nani nodded, but deep down, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be careful—or if he wanted to see what would happen if he let the game play out.

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What will happen.. the next chapter? Nani will play this game or he will distance himself from this quite strange man that is already making a mess in his head ... and maybe in heart 😌 . See you tomorrow with another 3 chapters 🫶

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Nani woke early the next morning, his head foggy from restless sleep. For the first time in years, his carefully curated routine felt disrupted. The source was clear: Sky Wongravee.

No one had ever spoken to Nani the way Sky did—challenging, insinuating, pulling at threads Nani had worked tirelessly to weave. The idea that his defenses could be so easily probed unnerved him. It wasn’t just Sky’s words that lingered but the way he delivered them, as though peeling back layers Nani didn’t even know he had.

As sunlight poured through his penthouse windows, Nani resolved to push Sky from his mind. He had a packed schedule: interviews, rehearsals, and final preparations for his upcoming tour. There was no time for distractions.

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The day was as hectic as expected. At the studio, he worked tirelessly on his choreography, perfecting each movement with the precision of a craftsman. His team buzzed around him—stylists, vocal coaches, and assistants—each ensuring that everything ran smoothly.

During a short break, Peeta strolled in, a takeout coffee in hand. “How’s the star of the show holding up?”

“Busy, as always,” Nani replied, dabbing sweat from his forehead.

Peeta leaned against the mirrored wall, smirking. “You know, I’ve been thinking about Mr. Mysterious CEO.”

Nani shot him a warning glance. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying,” Peeta continued, undeterred, “it’s not every day someone like Sky Wongravee goes out of their way to get under your skin. Maybe he’s not just messing with you. Maybe he’s…”

Nani raised an eyebrow. “What? Infatuated?”

Peeta shrugged, grinning. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s fallen for you.”

Nani rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. The idea was absurd—or was it? Sky’s behavior had been anything but ordinary, and the intensity of their encounters suggested an agenda that went beyond business.

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Scene Transition number 5: An Uninvited Guest

Later that evening, Nani returned to his apartment, exhausted but satisfied. He poured himself a glass of wine, planning to unwind with a book before bed. But his solitude was short-lived.

The intercom buzzed, startling him. He wasn’t expecting visitors.

“Yes?” he said, pressing the button.

“Good evening, Mr. Changkham. There’s a Mr. Wongravee here to see you,” the concierge informed him.

Nani’s stomach dropped. “Send him away,” he said curtly.

There was a pause before the concierge spoke again. “He insists it’s urgent, sir.”

Nani sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Send him up.”

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. When Nani opened it, Sky stood on the threshold, as composed as ever. He was dressed casually—a sharp contrast to the tailored suits he’d worn during their previous encounters—but his presence was no less commanding.

“Sky,” Nani said, his voice laced with irritation. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to speak with you,” Sky replied, stepping inside uninvited.

Nani closed the door, crossing his arms. “Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow? Or, better yet, been handled by email?”

Sky turned to face him, his expression calm but firm. “Some things are better discussed in person.”

“Like what?”

Sky took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. “You.”

Nani blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”

“I’ve been watching you for years, Nani,” Sky admitted, his voice steady. “Not just as an idol, but as a person. You’ve built walls so high that no one can see over them. I want to understand why.”

The statement struck a nerve. “You don’t know me,” Nani said coldly.

“Not yet,” Sky replied, undeterred. “But I intend to.”

The air between them grew thick with tension. Nani’s instinct was to push Sky away, to shut him out like he did with everyone else. But something about the man’s intensity made it impossible to ignore him.

“You’re wasting your time,” Nani said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “There’s nothing to see here.”

Sky’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

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Scene Transition number 6: Conflicted Thoughts

After Sky left, Nani sat on his couch, staring at the untouched glass of wine on the table. He felt exposed, as though Sky had reached into his chest and pulled something loose.

Why did this man—this stranger—affect him so much?

He didn’t have an answer, but one thing was clear: Sky wasn’t going to back down. And despite himself, Nani wasn’t entirely sure he wanted him to.

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The days that followed were a blur of rehearsals, interviews, and meetings. Nani kept himself busy, diving into his work with an intensity that bordered on obsessive. Yet, no matter how tightly he packed his schedule, there was one thing he couldn’t escape—Sky Wongravee.

Sky’s uninvited visit to his apartment had left Nani unsettled, the man’s words replaying in his mind like a haunting melody. He found himself second-guessing everything—his routines, his decisions, even his carefully constructed persona. It was as if Sky had planted a seed of doubt in him, and it was growing with each passing day.

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Scene Transition number 7: An Unexpected Encounter

It was late one evening when Nani finally left the studio, his body aching from hours of rehearsal. The streets were quiet, the city winding down for the night. As he made his way to his car, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows.

“Working late again, Mr. Changkham?” Sky’s voice was smooth, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of something more.

Nani froze, his breath catching in his throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Coincidence,” Sky said, though his faint smirk suggested otherwise.

“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Nani replied, narrowing his eyes.

Sky stepped closer, his presence commanding as always. “Neither do I.”

Nani took a step back, his pulse quickening. He wasn’t afraid of Sky—he was too controlled for that—but there was something about the man that made his heart race in a way he didn’t like.

“Is there something you need?” Nani asked, his voice colder than he intended.

Sky’s smirk deepened. “Just wanted to check in. You seemed… tense the last time we spoke.”

“I’m fine,” Nani said quickly, his defenses rising.

“Are you?” Sky’s gaze was sharp, piercing. “You’re very good at pretending, Nani, but I can see through it.”

“Is that so?” Nani challenged, his voice edged with irritation.

Sky didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped even closer, his eyes never leaving Nani’s. The air between them grew heavy, charged with an energy that neither of them could deny.

“Tell me something,” Sky said quietly, his voice low and intimate. “What do you see when you look at me?”

The question caught Nani off guard. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. What did he see when he looked at Sky? A man who was confident, enigmatic, and infuriatingly persistent. A man who made him feel things he didn’t want to feel.

Sky tilted his head, studying Nani with an intensity that made his skin prickle. “You’re scared,” he said softly, his tone devoid of mockery.

“I’m not scared,” Nani shot back, his voice firmer than he felt.

Sky’s gaze softened, his smirk fading into something more genuine. “Then prove it.”

Before Nani could respond, Sky reached out, his fingers brushing against Nani’s wrist. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt through Nani that left him reeling.

“Goodnight, Nani,” Sky said, his voice barely above a whisper. And then he was gone, disappearing into the night as quickly as he had appeared.

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Scene Transition number 8: The Walls Begin to Crack

Back at his apartment, Nani paced the living room, his mind racing. Sky’s words, his touch—they lingered, refusing to fade no matter how hard Nani tried to push them away.

He hated the way Sky made him feel—vulnerable, exposed, as though he was teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t control. For years, Nani had prided himself on his ability to remain detached, to keep his emotions in check. But Sky was undoing him, piece by piece, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Peeta.

Peeta: Hey, are you okay? You seemed off today.

Nani stared at the screen for a moment before typing a quick reply.

Nani: I’m fine. Just tired.

The lie felt heavy, but he didn’t have the energy to explain. Not yet.

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Scene Transition number 9: Sky’s Perspective

Across the city, Sky sat in his dimly lit office, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He stared out the window, his thoughts consumed by Nani.

Chadjen entered the room, his expression cautious. “You’re spending a lot of time on this, Sky. Are you sure it’s worth it?”

Sky turned to face him, his gaze steady. “Some things are worth more than time, Chadjen. They’re worth everything.”

“And Nani Changkham is one of those things?”

Sky’s lips curved into a faint smile. “He is.”

Chadjen sighed, shaking his head. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I always play to win,” Sky replied simply, his voice filled with quiet determination.

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The following week brought no reprieve for Nani. Sky Wongravee seemed to infiltrate every corner of his world, appearing at meetings he wasn’t supposed to attend and dropping in on rehearsals with thinly veiled excuses about “creative oversight.”

The man was relentless, and worse, he was charming. Sky’s presence left everyone in the room captivated—even Peeta had remarked on it.

“Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s smitten,” Peeta teased one afternoon, watching Sky linger by the doorway of the rehearsal studio.

Nani shot him a glare. “Don’t start.”

But Peeta wasn’t wrong. Sky’s focus on Nani was palpable, and it set the idol on edge. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention—persistent, unwavering, and somehow both frustrating and thrilling at the same time.

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Scene Transition number 10: A Test of Patience

It was during a rare lull in rehearsal that Sky approached Nani directly. The other dancers and staff had cleared out, leaving the studio unusually quiet.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Sky said casually, leaning against the mirrored wall.

Nani grabbed a towel, dabbing at his sweat-covered face. “Maybe because you’re everywhere I turn.”

Sky chuckled, the sound rich and smooth. “I thought you’d be used to admirers.”

“There’s a difference between admiration and obsession,” Nani shot back, his tone sharper than he intended.

Sky didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “And which one do you think this is?”

Nani froze, his towel clenched tightly in his hands. He hated the way Sky could get under his skin, pulling emotions to the surface that he’d long since buried.

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” Nani said finally, his voice low. “You’re wasting your time.”

Sky tilted his head, studying him. “You keep saying that, but I don’t believe you.”

“Believe what you want,” Nani replied, brushing past him. “I don’t care.”

But even as he walked away, he could feel Sky’s eyes on him, a weight that followed him out of the studio and into the night.

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Scene Transition number 11: An Unexpected Gesture

The next day, Nani arrived at the studio to find a small box waiting for him on the counter. It was wrapped neatly in black paper, with a single white ribbon tied around it.

“What’s this?” he asked, looking at Peeta, who was busy scrolling through his phone.

“No idea,” Peeta said, glancing up. “But it was delivered with your name on it. Fancy packaging—secret admirer, maybe?”

Nani frowned, tearing open the paper to reveal a sleek black card with elegant gold lettering.

“For inspiration,” it read, signed simply: Sky.

Beneath the card was a set of custom-designed headphones, their sleek and minimalist style perfectly matching Nani’s taste.

Peeta whistled low. “Wow. Someone’s really trying to impress you.”

Nani set the box aside, his expression unreadable. “It’s just a gift.”

“From Sky Wongravee,” Peeta pointed out, grinning. “You’re telling me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued?”

“I don’t have time for this,” Nani said, brushing past him. But as he walked to the rehearsal floor, he couldn’t ignore the faint warmth spreading through his chest.

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Scene Transition number 12: A Dance in the Dark

Later that evening, Nani found himself alone in the studio, the rest of the team having left for the night. He slipped on the headphones, the sound quality immaculate as his playlist filled the empty space around him.

He let the music guide him, his movements fluid and precise. Dance had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could lose himself completely.

But tonight, his focus wavered. Sky’s face kept flashing in his mind—his sharp gaze, his infuriating smirk, the way his voice seemed to linger long after he was gone.

The sound of the door opening startled Nani, and he turned to see Sky standing there, watching him with that same piercing intensity.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Sky said, stepping into the room.

“I’m not,” Nani replied coolly, pulling off the headphones. “You have a habit of showing up uninvited.”

Sky smiled faintly. “Maybe because I like watching you.”

Nani’s pulse quickened, but he kept his expression neutral. “What do you want, Sky?”

Sky crossed the room, stopping just a few feet away. “I want to know what makes you tick. What drives you, what scares you. I want to know the man behind the idol.”

“There’s nothing to know,” Nani said, his voice firm.

“I don’t believe that,” Sky replied, his tone soft but insistent.

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that neither of them dared to break. Finally, Sky reached out, his fingers brushing against Nani’s arm.

“You don’t have to let me in,” Sky said quietly. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

Nani looked at him, his walls threatening to crumble. For a moment, he considered letting Sky in, allowing himself to feel something other than control and perfection.

But then he stepped back, shaking his head. “I can’t,” he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sky’s expression didn’t falter. “Then I’ll wait.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Nani standing alone in the darkened studio, his heart racing and his mind a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t begin to name.

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Okay ... now things are getting hotter 😏

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Nani couldn’t shake the moment in the studio. Sky’s words replayed in his mind, echoing with an unnerving clarity. "I’m not going anywhere."

He spent the next day trying to bury himself in work, focusing on the upcoming tour and the endless list of preparations that came with it. But even surrounded by his team—Peeta, Chadjen, Caple, and the rest—Sky lingered in his thoughts like a shadow he couldn’t outrun.

Peeta, ever observant, noticed the distraction. “You’re unusually quiet today,” he said, leaning on the edge of a speaker.

“I’m fine,” Nani replied curtly, scrolling through the notes for his performance.

Peeta smirked. “Let me guess. Sky’s gotten into your head?”

Nani shot him a sharp look. “Drop it.”

But Peeta wasn’t deterred. “Come on, Nani. The guy’s clearly interested, and honestly? It wouldn’t kill you to let someone in for once.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Nani muttered, standing and walking toward the center of the room.

“Sure you don’t,” Peeta called after him, his tone teasing but not unkind.

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Scene Transition number 13: The Game Continues

The day’s schedule took Nani and his team to a high-profile fashion event where he was slated to perform. The venue was packed with designers, models, and industry elites, the air buzzing with excitement.

Nani moved through the crowd with practiced ease, his presence commanding attention. But as he prepared for his performance, he felt a familiar tension in the room. He didn’t have to look to know who had just entered.

Sky Wongravee.

Dressed in a sharp black suit that made him stand out even among the glittering crowd, Sky moved through the room like he owned it. He caught Nani’s eye and offered a small, knowing smile before disappearing into the throng.

“Seriously, how does he do that?” Peeta whispered, appearing at Nani’s side.

“Do what?”

“Make an entire room revolve around him without even trying.”

Nani didn’t answer. He couldn’t deny that Sky had a presence, one that was impossible to ignore.

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Scene Transition number 14: A Private Confrontation

After his performance, Nani retreated to the dressing room, eager for a moment of peace. But his solitude was short-lived.

Sky walked in without knocking, his expression calm but purposeful.

“What do you want now?” Nani asked, his tone weary.

“To talk,” Sky said simply, closing the door behind him.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“I disagree,” Sky replied, stepping closer. “I think there’s a lot we need to talk about.”

Nani crossed his arms, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

Sky held his gaze, his voice steady. “I want to understand you, Nani. The real you.”

“There is no ‘real me,’” Nani snapped. “What you see is what you get.”

Sky’s eyes softened, his demeanor shifting. “You don’t believe that.”

The words hit harder than Nani expected, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Sky took another step closer, the tension between them growing unbearable.

“You’re scared of letting anyone see who you really are,” Sky said quietly. “But you don’t have to be.”

Nani looked away, his walls threatening to crumble under the weight of Sky’s words. “Why do you care?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sky reached out, his fingers brushing against Nani’s cheek. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt through Nani that left him breathless.

“Because I see you,” Sky said simply. “And I like what I see.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Nani wanted to push Sky away, to tell him to leave and never come back. But he couldn’t.

For the first time in years, he felt seen—not as an idol, but as a person. And it terrified him.

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Scene Transition number 15: A Moment of Weakness

That night, Nani lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, frustration, and something he couldn’t quite name.

Sky’s words replayed in his mind, along with the memory of his touch. It had been so long since anyone had gotten close enough to affect him like this, and he didn’t know how to handle it.

He picked up his phone, his finger hovering over Sky’s number. He didn’t know when he’d saved it, but there it was, staring back at him.

Before he could stop himself, he sent a single message:

Nani: Why me?

The reply came almost instantly.

Sky: Why not you?

Nani stared at the screen, his heart racing. For the first time in years, he felt like the walls he’d built around himself were beginning to crack.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop it.

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He's nor sure 🫠 lmao

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Nani woke to a phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing. Messages from Peeta, his manager, and a slew of unread notifications piled up on the screen. But his eyes lingered on the one name he hadn’t expected to see so early: Sky Wongravee.

Sky: Good morning. Did you get any sleep?

The simplicity of the message caught him off guard. No games, no cryptic undertones—just a genuine question. Nani debated ignoring it, but his fingers moved on their own.

Nani: Barely. Too much on my mind.

The reply came seconds later.

Sky: I’ll take the blame for that. Let me make it up to you. Lunch today?

Nani hesitated, staring at the screen. A part of him wanted to decline outright, but curiosity gnawed at him. Against his better judgment, he replied:

Nani: I have rehearsals.

Sky: Then I’ll bring lunch to the studio. No excuses.

Nani groaned, already regretting the interaction.

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Scene Transition number 16: An Unwelcome Distraction

Hours later, the rehearsal room was filled with music as Nani moved with precision, his body syncing perfectly with the beat. The team watched in silence, knowing better than to interrupt him when he was this focused.

The door creaked open, and in walked Sky, carrying a large paper bag. The air in the room shifted immediately, the dancers exchanging glances.

“Delivery,” Sky announced casually, setting the bag on the nearest table.

Peeta, ever the instigator, grinned. “Look at that! Personal service from the CEO himself.”

“Not now, Peeta,” Nani muttered, his voice tense.

But Sky was unfazed. He leaned against the wall, watching Nani with an intensity that made it hard to concentrate.

“Don’t mind me,” Sky said, his tone playful. “I’m just here to admire the view.”

Nani shot him a glare before turning back to the choreography. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t ignore Sky’s presence. It was like the man filled every corner of the room, his gaze heavy and unrelenting.

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Scene Transition number 17: A Private Moment

When the break finally came, Nani stormed over to Sky, dragging him out of the room and into the hallway.

“What are you doing?” Nani hissed, his voice low but sharp.

Sky raised an eyebrow. “Bringing you lunch, like I said I would.”

“This isn’t a game, Sky.”

“Who said it was?” Sky’s tone softened, his expression sincere. “I know you’re busy, Nani. But you can’t keep running yourself into the ground like this.”

Nani crossed his arms, his defenses rising. “You don’t know me well enough to make that call.”

“Maybe not,” Sky admitted. “But I want to. And whether you believe it or not, I care about you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Nani didn’t know how to respond. No one had ever spoken to him like this—not with such honesty, such conviction.

“I don’t need your help,” Nani said finally, his voice quieter than before.

Sky smiled faintly. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

Before Nani could reply, Sky turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone in the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest.

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Scene Transition number 18: Sky’s Determination

Back in his car, Sky leaned back in the driver’s seat, exhaling deeply. He wasn’t used to this—being the one chasing, the one vulnerable. But there was something about Nani that made it impossible to walk away.

Chadjen called as he sat there, and Sky answered without hesitation.

“How’s the pursuit going?” Chadjen asked, his tone half-amused, half-concerned.

Sky smirked. “Slow. But I’m not giving up.”

“You’re playing a long game,” Chadjen said. “Are you sure it’s worth it?”

Sky’s voice softened. “He’s worth it.”

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Scene Transition number 19: Cracks in the Wall

That evening, Nani sat on his couch, staring at the untouched food Sky had left behind. He hated how much the man was getting under his skin, how his words seemed to linger long after he was gone.

Peeta’s earlier teasing echoed in his mind: “It wouldn’t kill you to let someone in for once.”

With a frustrated sigh, Nani grabbed his phone and opened his messages.

Nani: Thanks for lunch. It was good.

The reply came almost instantly.

Sky: Does this mean I get to bring you dinner next time?

Nani rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

Nani: Don’t push your luck.

Sky: Too late.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Nani let out a quiet laugh.

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Awww he's starting to melt 😌

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The days following Sky’s impromptu lunch delivery were… different. Nani noticed the subtle changes in himself—the hesitation before snapping at Peeta’s jokes, the flicker of a smile when Sky’s texts appeared on his screen.

It was maddening. Sky Wongravee was becoming a constant in his life, and Nani wasn’t sure whether to fight it or let it happen.

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Scene Transition number 20: Peeta Pushes the Envelope

“Alright, spill,” Peeta demanded, plopping down onto the studio floor after another grueling rehearsal.

Nani shot him a warning glare. “Spill what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb. You’ve been distracted for days, and I know it’s not just the tour prep.” Peeta smirked. “It’s him, isn’t it? Our dear CEO suitor.”

Nani sighed, wiping his face with a towel. “It’s nothing.”

Peeta rolled his eyes dramatically. “Nothing? Please. The way he looks at you could melt ice, and you’re not exactly throwing him out the door anymore.”

“I’m not encouraging him,” Nani snapped, though the heat rising in his cheeks betrayed him.

“Sure you’re not,” Peeta teased. “But maybe you should. The guy seems… different. Genuine, even.”

Nani didn’t respond, but Peeta’s words stuck with him as the day went on.

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Scene Transition number 21: An Uninvited Guest

That evening, Nani arrived home, exhausted but relieved to have a moment of quiet. He kicked off his shoes, threw his bag onto the couch, and headed for the kitchen.

He was mid-sip of water when a knock at the door broke the silence.

Frowning, he walked over and peered through the peephole. Of course, it was Sky.

Nani hesitated before opening the door, his annoyance evident. “What are you doing here?”

Sky leaned casually against the doorframe, holding a small bag. “I brought you dinner. Thought you might be too tired to cook.”

Nani groaned, stepping aside to let him in. “You can’t just show up uninvited.”

Sky walked in like he owned the place, setting the bag on the counter. “If I’d asked, would you have said yes?”

Nani didn’t answer, instead focusing on unpacking the food. It was all his favorites—dishes he hadn’t had in years.

“How did you know—”

“I did my research,” Sky said with a smirk.

Nani shot him a glare but didn’t push further. The smell of the food was too tempting.

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Scene Transition number 22: A Quiet Dinner

They sat at the small dining table, the atmosphere surprisingly calm. Sky was uncharacteristically quiet, watching Nani eat with a faint smile.

“You’re staring,” Nani said, not looking up.

“I like watching you,” Sky replied simply.

Nani nearly choked on his food, his cheeks flushing. “You really need to stop saying things like that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s annoying.”

Sky chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’re the only person I know who finds compliments annoying.”

Nani glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. “What do you want from me, Sky? Honestly.”

Sky’s expression softened. “I want to know you. The real you. And maybe, if you let me, I want to be part of your life.”

Nani’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly pushed the feeling aside. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Maybe not,” Sky admitted. “But I’m willing to find out.”

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Scene Transition number 23: A Moment of Vulnerability

After dinner, Sky offered to clean up, but Nani waved him off, still unsure why he hadn’t kicked the man out yet. Instead, he stood by the window, staring out at the city lights.

Sky joined him a moment later, his presence warm and steady.

“You don’t have to keep pushing people away, you know,” Sky said quietly.

Nani stiffened. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know more than you think,” Sky replied, his voice gentle. “And I know it’s exhausting, keeping everyone at arm’s length.”

Nani turned to face him, his defenses rising. “Why do you care so much?”

Sky met his gaze, his eyes filled with something Nani couldn’t quite name. “Because you deserve more than this. More than being alone.”

The words hit Nani harder than he expected, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” he asked finally, his voice quieter than before.

Sky smiled faintly. “Not a chance.”

Nani looked away, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here I am,” Sky said, his tone light but sincere.

For the first time in years, Nani felt his walls begin to crack—not all at once, but enough for a sliver of light to shine through.

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Skyyyy pushh harder Nani is going to melt soon 😭

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The city was alive with its usual buzz, the streets echoing with the hum of activity. But Nani felt strangely disconnected from it all. Sky’s words from the night before played over and over in his mind. “You deserve more than this.”

It wasn’t just what Sky said—it was how he said it, as if he truly believed it.

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Scene Transition: Ghosts in the Studio

Back at the studio, Nani threw himself into rehearsals with renewed fervor. Each step, each note, was an attempt to drown out the noise in his head.

Peeta and Caple exchanged concerned glances from the corner of the room. “He’s going too hard again,” Caple muttered.

Peeta sighed. “You know how he gets. No point trying to stop him.”

But someone was determined to do just that.

The door opened, and in walked Sky, his presence commanding immediate attention. The dancers froze, exchanging nervous looks, but Sky ignored them, his gaze fixed on Nani.

“You need to take a break,” Sky said firmly.

Nani didn’t even look at him. “I don’t need your advice.”

Sky crossed his arms, his tone unwavering. “You’re going to injure yourself if you keep pushing like this.”

“Leave,” Nani snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

Sky didn’t move. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Nani? What are you trying to prove?”

The room fell silent, everyone watching the confrontation unfold. Nani turned to face Sky, his eyes blazing. “You don’t know anything about me. So stop pretending like you care.”

Sky’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re right—I don’t know everything about you. But I know enough to see that you’re hurting. And I care whether you like it or not.”

The vulnerability in Sky’s voice caught Nani off guard. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

“Rehearsal’s over,” Nani said finally, his voice tight. He grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room, leaving everyone else in stunned silence.

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Scene Transition: The Rooftop Confrontation

Nani found himself on the rooftop of the building, the cool night air biting at his skin. He leaned against the railing, staring out at the city below.

He didn’t hear Sky approach until the man was standing beside him.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Nani muttered, not looking at him.

Sky shrugged. “Not when it comes to you.”

Nani let out a bitter laugh. “Why me? Out of everyone you could have chosen, why did it have to be me?”

Sky’s gaze was steady. “Because you’re worth it.”

The words hit harder than they should have, and Nani felt the familiar walls around his heart beginning to crack.

“You think you know me,” Nani said quietly. “But you don’t. You don’t know what I’ve been through, what I’ve had to do to get here.”

“Then tell me,” Sky said, his voice gentle. “Let me in, Nani.”

For a long moment, Nani didn’t say anything. Then, almost reluctantly, he began to speak.

He told Sky about his early years, about the sacrifices he made to become an idol. He spoke of the people who had used him, the betrayals that had left him guarded and distrustful.

By the time he finished, his voice was hoarse, and he felt more exposed than he ever had before.

Sky didn’t interrupt once. When Nani finally fell silent, Sky reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” Sky said softly. “But you’re not alone anymore, Nani. You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

Nani looked at him, his eyes searching Sky’s face for any sign of insincerity. But all he saw was honesty.

For the first time, Nani allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to keep pushing people away.

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Scene Transition: A New Beginning

When they returned to the studio, the tension from earlier had dissipated. The team noticed the subtle change in Nani’s demeanor, though none of them dared to comment on it.

As Sky prepared to leave, he turned to Nani with a small smile. “Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

Nani nodded, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

For the first time, he wasn’t dreading the idea of letting someone in.

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Uujuuuuu

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For days after their rooftop conversation, Nani felt an unfamiliar shift in the air around him. It wasn’t dramatic, but subtle, like the first thaw after a long winter. Sky’s presence in his life no longer felt like an intrusion. Instead, it became a strange sort of comfort.

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Scene Transition: Peeta’s Observation

“Alright, spill,” Peeta said one afternoon, tossing a water bottle toward Nani, who caught it midair with ease.

“Spill what?” Nani asked, wiping sweat off his brow after another intense rehearsal.

Peeta smirked. “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been… lighter lately. And before you try to deny it, everyone’s noticed.”

“I’m just focused,” Nani replied, cracking open the bottle.

“Focused on what? Or should I say… who?” Peeta’s grin widened as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Nani rolled his eyes. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Fine,” Peeta said, backing off but not before adding, “But if Sky has anything to do with this new side of you, I’m here for it. Just saying.”

Nani didn’t respond, but he couldn’t stop the slight curve of his lips as Peeta walked away.

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Scene Transition: An Unexpected Invitation

Later that evening, as Nani was unwinding at home, his phone buzzed.

Sky: Dinner. Tomorrow night. No excuses.

Nani smirked at the bluntness of the message. He considered ignoring it but decided against it.

Nani: Do you always tell people what to do?

Sky: Only when I’m right.

Nani chuckled despite himself, typing a quick response.

Nani: Fine. Where?

Sky: I’ll pick you up at 7. Wear something nice.

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Scene Transition: The Dinner

The next evening, Sky arrived at Nani’s apartment promptly at seven, dressed in a tailored suit that seemed to amplify his already magnetic presence.

“You clean up well,” Sky remarked, his eyes scanning Nani’s outfit—a sleek black shirt paired with fitted slacks.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Nani quipped, his tone light but guarded.

Sky’s car whisked them away to an upscale rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city. The view was breathtaking, the ambiance intimate yet sophisticated.

“You went all out,” Nani said as they were seated, the city lights sparkling around them.

“Only the best for you,” Sky replied smoothly, his tone laced with warmth.

The conversation flowed more easily than Nani expected. They spoke about everything and nothing—music, business, childhood memories. For the first time, Nani felt the weight of his public persona lifting, allowing him to just be.

But there was still an undercurrent of tension between them, a crackling energy that neither acknowledged but both felt.

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Scene Transition: The Dance

After dinner, Sky led Nani to a small open area near the edge of the rooftop where soft music played in the background.

“What are you doing?” Nani asked as Sky held out a hand.

“Dance with me,” Sky said simply.

“I don’t dance offstage,” Nani protested, though his voice lacked conviction.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Sky replied, his hand still extended.

With a reluctant sigh, Nani took Sky’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled into a slow, easy rhythm.

For a moment, it was just the two of them, swaying to the music with the city as their backdrop. Nani felt a warmth he couldn’t explain, a sense of safety he hadn’t known he needed.

“You’re terrible at this,” Nani teased, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Sky chuckled. “Maybe. But I’m still enjoying it.”

Nani looked up at him, his defenses slipping. “Why are you doing this? What’s in it for you?”

Sky’s gaze softened, his voice steady. “I’m not doing this for anything. I just want to be here—with you.”

The sincerity in Sky’s words left Nani speechless. For the first time, he felt the possibility of something more—a connection that scared him as much as it intrigued him.

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Scene Transition: The Aftermath

As Sky drove him home, Nani stared out the window, his thoughts swirling.

When they arrived, Sky walked him to his door, pausing before leaving. “I meant what I said earlier. I’m not going anywhere, Nani.”

Nani hesitated before replying, his voice quieter than usual. “I don’t know if I can give you what you’re looking for.”

Sky smiled faintly. “I’m not asking for anything you can’t give. Just… let me in, one step at a time.”

Nani nodded, watching as Sky walked away.

As he closed the door behind him, Nani couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted—like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

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This whaterelationship is evolving 💋🙈

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The weeks that followed brought an unfamiliar rhythm to Nani’s life. Sky’s presence had become a steady current, weaving through his days with an ease that unnerved him. He still found himself hesitating, keeping his guard up, but there were moments—fleeting and fragile—where he let it slip.

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Scene Transition: Peeta’s Instigation

“You’ve been smiling a lot lately,” Peeta remarked one afternoon as they wrapped up rehearsal.

Nani frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

Peeta rolled his eyes. “Oh, you definitely have. Especially when you’re staring at your phone. Who is it this time? Sky again?”

“It’s none of your business,” Nani shot back, though the pink tinge on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Uh-huh,” Peeta teased. “Don’t think I don’t notice the way your mood shifts when he’s around. Admit it, you like him.”

“I don’t—” Nani started, but Peeta cut him off with a knowing smirk.

“It’s okay to let someone in, you know. The world won’t end if you let yourself be happy for once.”

Nani didn’t respond, but Peeta’s words lingered long after he left the studio.

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Scene Transition: A Misstep

Later that evening, Nani was scrolling through his phone when a name popped up that made his stomach twist: Knot.

He hadn’t spoken to Knot in years, not since their messy fallout during Nani’s rise to fame. Seeing the message felt like a punch to the gut.

Knot: Hey, long time no see. Can we talk?

Nani stared at the screen, his emotions warring between anger, guilt, and curiosity. Against his better judgment, he typed out a response.

Nani: What do you want?

Knot: Just a conversation. In person. Please.

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Scene Transition: The Reunion

The next day, Nani found himself at a quiet café, waiting for Knot. When the man arrived, he looked older, wearier, but his smile was the same.

“Nani,” Knot greeted, his tone cautious.

“Knot,” Nani replied, his voice colder than he intended.

The conversation started with awkward pleasantries before Knot finally got to the point. “I wanted to apologize—for everything. I know I messed up, and I know I hurt you. I just… I wanted to make things right.”

Nani’s jaw tightened. “It’s been years, Knot. Why now?”

“Because I saw you’re doing so well, and it reminded me of what I lost. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I needed to try.”

Nani didn’t know how to respond. Part of him wanted to walk away, to tell Knot it was too late. But another part—a quieter, softer part—wanted to let go of the bitterness he’d been carrying for so long.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” Nani said finally. “But I appreciate the apology.”

Knot nodded, his expression a mix of relief and regret. “That’s more than I deserve.”

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Scene Transition: Sky Steps In

That evening, Nani texted Sky, his emotions still raw from the meeting with Knot.

Nani: You free?

Sky’s reply came almost instantly.

Sky: Always. What’s wrong?

Nani hesitated before typing back.

Nani: Just… had a rough day. Can you come over?

It wasn’t long before Sky was at his door, his expression soft with concern. “What happened?”

Nani hesitated, then told him about Knot. He spoke about their friendship, the betrayal, and the years of silence that followed.

Sky listened without interrupting, his presence steady and grounding.

“You did the right thing by hearing him out,” Sky said when Nani finished. “That takes strength.”

Nani scoffed. “It didn’t feel like strength. It felt like I was reopening a wound that should’ve stayed closed.”

“Sometimes wounds need to be reopened to heal properly,” Sky said gently. “You don’t have to forgive him, but maybe letting go of the anger will make room for something better.”

Nani looked at him, the weight of Sky’s words sinking in. “How do you always know what to say?”

Sky smiled. “It’s a talent.”

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Scene Transition: A Moment of Comfort

As the evening went on, the tension between them eased. They sat on Nani’s couch, the conversation shifting to lighter topics.

At one point, Sky reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Nani’s face. The touch was brief but lingered in the air between them.

“You’re allowed to let people care about you, Nani,” Sky said softly.

Nani looked away, his heart pounding. “I’m not used to it.”

“Then let me help you get used to it,” Sky said, his voice warm but steady.

For the first time, Nani didn’t pull away.

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What will happen?? Mhhhh 🤭

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Nani woke up the next morning feeling unusually light, as though some invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Sky’s words from the previous night echoed in his mind: “Let me help you get used to it.”

He hated how much they affected him. But more than that, he hated how much he didn’t hate it.

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Scene Transition: Chadjen’s Observations

At the studio, the team gathered for another long day of rehearsal. Chadjen, the group’s choreographer, clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, let’s run through it from the top,” he said, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

As the music started, Nani moved through the routine with precision, but Chadjen noticed something different. During a break, he pulled Nani aside.

“You’re softer lately,” Chadjen said, his tone more curious than critical.

Nani raised an eyebrow. “Softer?”

“Yeah,” Chadjen said, studying him. “You’re still sharp on stage, but there’s something... gentler about you offstage. It’s like you’re finally letting yourself breathe.”

Nani didn’t reply, but Chadjen’s words stayed with him.

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Scene Transition: A Surprise Visit

That evening, as Nani sat on his balcony overlooking the city, his phone buzzed with an incoming call.

It was Sky.

“Hey,” Sky said when Nani picked up. “Busy?”

“Not really,” Nani replied, his tone guarded but not unkind.

“Good. Look outside,” Sky said, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Frowning, Nani stood and leaned over the railing. Sure enough, Sky was standing on the street below, looking up at him with a small grin.

“What are you doing here?” Nani asked, though he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips.

“Thought you might want some company,” Sky said. “Mind letting me up?”

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Scene Transition: A Shared Meal

A short while later, Sky was sitting at Nani’s small kitchen table, unpacking containers of takeout.

“You didn’t have to bring all this,” Nani said as he grabbed plates.

“I know,” Sky replied, his smile easy. “But I wanted to.”

They ate in companionable silence at first, the quiet punctuated by the occasional clink of cutlery. But as the meal progressed, the conversation turned playful.

“You’re really terrible at chopsticks,” Nani teased, watching Sky struggle.

“I’m not terrible,” Sky protested, fumbling with a piece of sushi. “I’m just… innovative.”

Nani rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his amusement. “Here.” He leaned over, adjusting Sky’s grip on the chopsticks.

Their hands brushed, and the brief contact sent a spark of awareness through both of them. Nani quickly pulled back, focusing on his plate to hide his flustered expression.

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Scene Transition: A Close Moment

After dinner, they moved to the couch. Sky sat comfortably, his arm draped casually along the backrest, while Nani kept a careful distance at the other end.

“You always this tense around people?” Sky asked, his tone light but probing.

Nani shot him a look. “I’m not tense.”

Sky smirked. “Right. That’s why you’re sitting on the edge of the couch like it’s about to explode.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Nani relaxed slightly, leaning back into the cushions. “Happy now?”

“Getting there,” Sky said, his smile softening.

The conversation drifted into familiar territory—music, their childhoods, the things they wished they’d done differently. As the night wore on, Nani found himself talking more freely than he expected.

At one point, Sky reached out and placed a hand over Nani’s, stopping him mid-sentence.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Sky said, his voice quiet but steady.

Nani froze, his heart pounding. “Sky…”

“I mean it,” Sky continued, his thumb brushing lightly over Nani’s knuckles. “You’ve been through so much, but you’re still standing. That’s incredible.”

Nani didn’t know how to respond. Part of him wanted to pull away, but another part—a larger, quieter part—wanted to stay.

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Scene Transition: A Tentative Step

As the night deepened, Sky finally stood to leave. He hesitated at the door, turning to face Nani one last time.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Sky said. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

Nani nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll think about it.”

Sky smiled, his gaze lingering for a moment before he walked away.

When the door closed behind him, Nani leaned against it, his thoughts a tangled mess.

For the first time in a long time, he felt the faint stirrings of something he thought he’d lost—hope.

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The days following Sky’s visit felt different for Nani. It wasn’t that his life had changed drastically—his routines remained the same, his responsibilities as grueling as ever—but there was a subtle shift in his perspective. Sky’s words, his touch, his presence… they lingered like a melody Nani couldn’t forget.

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Scene Transition: Knot’s Return

Just as Nani was settling into this new rhythm, an unexpected visitor arrived at his studio. Knot stood near the entrance, looking hesitant but determined.

“What are you doing here?” Nani asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

“I know I said my piece, but I… I needed to see you again,” Knot said, his tone soft. “There’s more I need to say.”

Nani folded his arms, wary but intrigued. “You’ve got five minutes.”

Knot took a deep breath. “I didn’t just come to apologize. I came because I want to make things right. I know I can’t undo the past, but maybe we can start over. Be friends again.”

The vulnerability in Knot’s voice tugged at something deep inside Nani, but he wasn’t ready to let his guard down completely.

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” Nani said after a long pause. “Too much has happened.”

“I get it,” Knot replied. “But I’ll be here if you change your mind.”

As Knot walked away, Nani felt a strange mix of emotions—anger, sadness, and something he couldn’t quite name.

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Scene Transition: Peeta’s Concern

Later that day, Peeta caught up with Nani in the break room. “So, Knot’s back, huh?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“You saw him?” Nani asked, surprised.

“Of course I saw him. Everyone saw him. He’s hard to miss.”

Nani sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what he wants.”

Peeta leaned against the counter. “Maybe he just wants closure. Or maybe he really wants to make things right. Either way, it’s up to you to decide if he gets that chance.”

Nani nodded, though his mind remained clouded.

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Scene Transition: Sky’s Influence

That evening, Nani found himself texting Sky almost without thinking.

Nani: How do you know when to forgive someone?

Sky’s reply came quickly.

Sky: Depends. Are they asking for forgiveness, or are they just trying to make themselves feel better?

Nani stared at the message for a moment before typing back.

Nani: What if it’s both?

Sky: Then you have to ask yourself if forgiving them will bring you peace. Sometimes it’s not about them—it’s about you.

Nani let out a slow breath, feeling both comforted and frustrated by Sky’s insight.

Nani: You make it sound so simple.

Sky: It’s not. But it’s worth it.

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Scene Transition: A Bold Gesture

Two days later, Nani made a decision. He called Knot and agreed to meet him at a small park where they used to hang out years ago.

When Nani arrived, he found Knot waiting on a bench, looking nervous but hopeful.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you yet,” Nani began, sitting down beside him. “But I’m willing to try. On one condition.”

“Anything,” Knot said quickly.

“You have to earn it,” Nani said firmly. “No more lies, no more excuses. If you want to be part of my life again, you have to prove you’re worth trusting.”

Knot nodded, his eyes bright with determination. “I will. I promise.”

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Scene Transition: Sky’s Reaction

That night, Nani told Sky about his conversation with Knot.

“I’m proud of you,” Sky said, his voice warm.

“For what?” Nani asked, genuinely curious.

“For taking a chance,” Sky replied. “It’s not easy to let someone back into your life after they’ve hurt you. But it shows how strong you are.”

Nani looked at him, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. “You make me sound like some kind of hero.”

“To me, you are,” Sky said softly.

The intensity in Sky’s gaze made Nani’s breath hitch. For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them.

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Scene Transition: A New Beginning

As Sky prepared to leave, he paused at the door. “I meant what I said before—I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Nani nodded, his voice quiet but sincere. “I know.”

When the door closed behind Sky, Nani felt a rare sense of peace. He still had a long way to go, but for the first time, he believed he might not have to walk the path alone.

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The days following Nani’s decision to give Knot a second chance were a mix of cautious optimism and lingering doubt. He’d opened a door he wasn’t sure he wanted open, and now he had to figure out what to do with the emotions rushing through. But amid this turmoil, Sky remained a steady anchor—a presence Nani didn’t know he needed until it was there.

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Scene Transition: A Walk Down Memory Lane

On a rare day off, Nani found himself wandering through an old neighborhood—the one where he and Knot had grown up. Everything felt smaller, quieter, as if time had compressed the chaos of their youth into something manageable.

He stopped in front of a graffiti-covered wall where they used to practice dance routines as kids. The colors were faded now, but he could still make out the faint outlines of their initials scrawled in a corner.

“Nani?”

He turned to find Knot standing a few feet away, his expression a mix of surprise and nervousness.

“What are you doing here?” Nani asked.

“Same as you, I guess,” Knot replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Remembering.”

They stood in silence for a moment before Knot spoke again. “You were always better than me, you know. At dancing, at everything. I think that’s why I… did what I did. I was jealous.”

Nani looked at him, his emotions a tangled mess. “You think that justifies what happened?”

“No,” Knot said quickly. “I’m not trying to excuse it. I just… I want you to understand.”

Nani sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand, Knot. But I’m here, and I’m trying. That’s all I can give you right now.”

Knot nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “That’s enough. Thank you.”

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Scene Transition: Peeta’s Warning

Later that afternoon, Nani met Peeta for coffee, needing a break from the emotional intensity of the day.

“So, you and Knot are… what? Friends again?” Peeta asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not friends,” Nani said quickly. “We’re just… talking.”

Peeta leaned back in his chair, studying him. “Just be careful, okay? People like him—they have a way of taking more than they give.”

Nani frowned. “People can change, Peeta.”

“Sure,” Peeta said. “But not everyone does. Just don’t let him hurt you again.”

Nani nodded, though a part of him bristled at Peeta’s skepticism.

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Scene Transition: Sky’s Support

That evening, Sky called, his voice warm and steady as always.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Complicated,” Nani admitted.

Sky chuckled softly. “Aren’t they always with you?”

Nani smiled despite himself. “I saw Knot today. We talked.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Sky asked, his tone careful.

“I don’t know,” Nani admitted. “It’s like… part of me wants to believe he’s changed, but another part keeps waiting for him to mess up again.”

“That’s natural,” Sky said. “Trust isn’t built overnight. But you don’t have to figure it all out right now. Take your time.”

Nani sighed. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” Sky said gently. “But you’re not alone in this. Remember that.”

Nani didn’t reply, but the warmth in Sky’s voice stayed with him long after they hung up.

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Scene Transition: An Unexpected Invitation

A few days later, Nani received an invitation from Sky to join him at a charity gala. The event was high-profile, the kind of place Nani usually avoided, but something about Sky’s message made him say yes.

The night of the gala, Sky picked him up in a sleek black car, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored suit.

“You clean up well,” Sky said, his eyes lingering on Nani’s outfit—a deep navy suit that hugged him in all the right places.

“So do you,” Nani replied, feeling a rare flush of self-consciousness.

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Scene Transition: The Gala

The venue was dazzling, with crystal chandeliers and an air of understated elegance. Sky guided Nani through the crowd, introducing him to various influential figures with ease.

But Nani’s attention was on Sky more than anyone else—the way he moved, the way he commanded respect without arrogance.

At one point, Sky leaned in close, his breath warm against Nani’s ear. “You’re the most captivating person here, you know that?”

Nani’s heart skipped a beat, his face heating. “You’re terrible at subtlety, you know that?”

Sky smirked. “Who needs subtlety when the truth works just fine?”

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Scene Transition: A Private Moment

As the night wore on, Sky led Nani to a quiet balcony overlooking the city.

“I wanted to thank you for coming tonight,” Sky said, his voice softer than usual.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Nani admitted.

Sky turned to face him, his expression serious. “I meant what I said earlier. You really are captivating, Nani.”

Nani felt his defenses faltering under Sky’s gaze. “Sky, I don’t…”

Sky took a step closer, his voice gentle. “I’m not asking for anything. I just want you to know how I feel.”

For a moment, Nani didn’t know what to say. But then he did something he hadn’t done in a long time—he let himself be vulnerable.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

Sky smiled, the kind of smile that felt like it could melt even the coldest heart.

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The morning after the gala, Nani felt an odd sense of clarity. It wasn’t as if his feelings for Sky had suddenly crystallized—there was still a wariness in his chest—but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he wasn’t fighting his emotions alone.

Sky had been nothing but patient, never pushing too far, but Nani couldn’t shake the feeling that the ground beneath them was growing increasingly fragile.

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Scene Transition: Peeta’s Interruption

Nani was halfway through rehearsing a new dance sequence when Peeta stormed into the studio, waving his phone.

“Have you seen this?” Peeta demanded, shoving the screen in Nani’s face.

On it was a headline from a celebrity gossip site: "Idol Nani Hirunkit Spotted at Charity Gala with CEO Sky Wongravee—New Romance or Business Partnership?"

Nani groaned, grabbing the phone for a closer look. The article included photos of him and Sky from the gala, laughing together, standing close, and one particularly damning shot of Sky brushing a stray strand of hair from Nani’s face on the balcony.

“Great,” Nani muttered, tossing the phone onto a nearby chair.

Peeta crossed his arms. “This could go south fast. The media’s already speculating, and you know how quick fans are to turn if they think you’re dating.”

“I’m not dating him,” Nani snapped.

Peeta raised an eyebrow. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Nani shot him a glare. “It’s not like that. Sky’s just… a friend.”

Peeta didn’t look convinced but dropped the subject—for now.

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Scene Transition: Sky’s Defense

That evening, Nani called Sky, his tone clipped. “Did you see the news?”

“I did,” Sky replied calmly. “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” Nani echoed, pacing his living room. “My career could be on the line, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

“Nani,” Sky said, his voice steady. “The article is just speculation. It’ll blow over.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Nani demanded.

Sky was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Then we deal with it. Together.”

Nani stopped pacing, his anger deflating. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” Sky admitted. “But I’m not going to let you face this alone.”

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Scene Transition: Caple’s Observation

The next day, Caple cornered Nani in the dressing room.

“So,” Caple began, leaning against the doorframe. “You and Sky, huh?”

Nani groaned. “Not you too.”

Caple grinned. “Relax, I’m not judging. In fact, I think it’s kind of cute. He’s good for you.”

Nani frowned. “You don’t even know him.”

“True,” Caple admitted. “But I’ve seen how you’ve been lately. You’re softer, happier. That didn’t just happen on its own.”

Nani didn’t respond, but Caple’s words echoed in his mind throughout the day.

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Scene Transition: A Night Out

A few nights later, Sky invited Nani out for dinner at a quiet, upscale restaurant.

“I figured we could use a break,” Sky said as they settled into their table.

Nani sighed. “I don’t think the media’s going to give us one anytime soon.”

Sky reached across the table, his hand brushing against Nani’s. “Let them talk. The only opinions that matter are yours and mine.”

Nani hesitated before intertwining his fingers with Sky’s, the simple gesture sending a warmth through his chest.

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Scene Transition: The Wall Crumbles

As they left the restaurant, a sudden downpour caught them off guard. Laughing, they ran down the street, seeking shelter under an awning.

Nani’s laughter faded as he noticed how close they were standing, the rain dripping from Sky’s hair and onto his shoulders.

“You’re staring,” Sky teased, his voice soft.

Nani looked away, his cheeks flushing. “I’m not.”

Sky gently cupped Nani’s chin, turning his face back toward him. “You are.”

The moment stretched, the tension between them palpable. Nani’s heart pounded as Sky leaned in, his intentions clear.

But just as their lips were about to meet, Nani pulled back, his expression conflicted.

“Sky, I can’t,” he whispered.

Sky stepped back immediately, his gaze filled with understanding. “It’s okay. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Nani felt a wave of gratitude and guilt wash over him. “You deserve someone who isn’t so messed up.”

Sky smiled gently. “I deserve you. Just as you are.”

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Scene Transition: A Quiet Resolve

That night, as Nani lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he replayed the evening in his mind. Sky’s patience, his kindness—it was almost too much to bear.

For the first time, Nani allowed himself to consider the possibility of letting Sky in completely. It was terrifying, but it also felt inevitable.

He wasn’t ready yet, but maybe—just maybe—he was getting there.

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The night before meeting Sky at the café, Nani couldn’t sleep. His mind replayed the moments they’d shared—the quiet gazes, the lingering touches, and Sky’s unwavering patience. Yet, his insecurities whispered doubts. Was he truly ready to open himself up to someone?

By morning, the weight in his chest had only grown heavier, but he knew he couldn’t keep running. For once, he wanted to try.

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Scene Transition: The Café Meeting

The café was tucked away in a quiet part of the city, its cozy atmosphere contrasting sharply with the storm brewing in Nani’s heart. He arrived early, choosing a corner table where the light from the window bathed the wooden surface in a soft glow.

When Sky arrived, he carried himself with the same calm confidence that always left Nani simultaneously impressed and unnerved.

“You’re early,” Sky said with a small smile as he slid into the seat across from Nani.

“I wanted to get this right,” Nani replied, his voice quieter than usual.

Sky tilted his head, concern flickering across his features. “What’s on your mind?”

Nani hesitated, the words catching in his throat. Then, taking a deep breath, he began.

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Scene Transition: The Confession

“I’ve been thinking about us,” Nani started, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “And I know I’ve been… difficult. You’ve been so patient, Sky, and I—”

Sky interrupted gently. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Nani. I never wanted to push you into anything you weren’t ready for.”

“But I owe it to myself,” Nani said firmly, surprising even himself. “You’ve been waiting, and I’ve been running. But the truth is, I don’t want to run anymore.”

Sky’s expression softened, his eyes searching Nani’s for confirmation.

“I’m scared,” Nani admitted, his voice trembling. “But I think… I think I want to try. With you.”

For a moment, Sky said nothing, his gaze unwavering. Then, he reached across the table, his hand brushing against Nani’s.

“You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that,” Sky said, his voice filled with quiet warmth.

Nani felt a flicker of relief, though the knot of anxiety in his chest remained. This was new territory for him, and he wasn’t sure how to navigate it.

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Scene Transition: The Media Storm

Their moment of vulnerability didn’t go unnoticed. A fan sitting at a nearby table discreetly snapped a photo of the two of them, their hands nearly touching across the table, their expressions intimate.

By the time Nani returned home, the image was already making the rounds online, accompanied by speculative headlines:

“Nani Hirunkit’s Mystery CEO Revealed—Romance in the Air?”
“Idol Nani Spotted in Intimate Moment with Sky Wongravee!”

Peeta was the first to call, his voice sharp with urgency.

“This is a PR nightmare,” Peeta said. “You need to address this before it spirals out of control.”

Nani slumped onto his couch, exhaustion washing over him. “What do you want me to say? That the rumors are true? That I’m finally letting someone in?”

Peeta hesitated. “If that’s the truth, then maybe it’s time you stop hiding. But you need to be sure, Nani. Once this is out there, there’s no taking it back.”

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Scene Transition: The Aftermath

Sky called later that night, his tone calm despite the chaos unfolding online.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Nani admitted. “I feel like everything’s falling apart.”

“It’s not,” Sky said firmly. “It’s just changing. And change can be messy.”

Nani sighed. “The fans, the media—they’re not going to let this go. What if it’s too much?”

Sky’s voice softened. “Then we take it one step at a time. I’m not going anywhere, Nani. We’ll face this together.”

For the first time in days, Nani felt a sliver of hope.

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Scene Transition: A Quiet Resolve

The next morning, Nani woke up with a new sense of clarity. He couldn’t keep living in fear of what others might think. If he wanted to truly embrace this new chapter of his life, he had to stop hiding.

He called Peeta.

“Schedule a press conference,” Nani said.

Peeta hesitated. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” Nani replied. “It’s time I stop running.”

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The morning of the press conference arrived with an overwhelming sense of finality. Nani’s palms were clammy, his heart racing in his chest. There was no going back now. As he stood before the mirror in his dressing room, adjusting his suit, his reflection seemed foreign to him—this man who was about to step into the public eye and reveal pieces of himself he had always kept hidden.

Peeta entered, his face unreadable, but Nani could see the concern in his eyes. "You ready?" he asked, his voice steady but low.

Nani exhaled slowly, nodding. "I don’t think I’ve ever been less ready for anything in my life."

"You’ve got this," Peeta said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "You’re doing the right thing."

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Scene Transition: The Press Conference

The room was packed with journalists, their cameras flashing and their voices blending into a dull hum of anticipation. Nani sat at the front table, trying to steady his breathing as the sound of footsteps grew louder. Sky appeared beside him, wearing an almost casual smile, his presence calming. The energy in the room shifted immediately, as everyone began murmuring, sensing the significance of the moment.

A reporter at the front of the room stood and cleared his throat. "Mr. Hirunkit, there’s been a lot of speculation surrounding your relationship with Mr. Wongravee. Can you confirm whether the two of you are, in fact, romantically involved?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and expectant. Nani’s gaze shifted to Sky, who met his eyes with quiet support. Sky’s presence was a pillar of strength—he wasn’t going to push Nani to say anything before he was ready. It was his choice, and Nani could feel the weight of that responsibility.

Nani’s heart pounded in his chest as he leaned into the microphone. "Yes," he said, his voice ringing out, clear and steady. "Sky and I are together. We have been for some time."

A ripple of shock passed through the room. The room was silent for a moment, until another journalist shouted a question.

"So, this is a new chapter for your career? How does this affect your public image, Mr. Hirunkit?"

Nani took a deep breath before responding, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him. "I’ve spent most of my life trying to control the narrative around my image. But I’ve realized that sometimes, the truth is simpler than all the lies we tell ourselves. I don’t know where this will lead, but Sky is someone who’s been there for me, and that’s all I know for sure."

Sky’s hand rested gently on Nani’s, a gesture of solidarity, and for the first time, Nani didn’t flinch from the touch. There was something liberating about speaking his truth.

Another reporter raised their hand, asking, "Do you think this will affect your career moving forward? Can your fans accept this change?"

"I hope they will," Nani replied. "I think people deserve honesty. I’ve always wanted to be true to myself. And I believe that if you’re genuine with those who support you, they’ll understand. People can handle the truth—sometimes they just need to see it."

Sky smiled softly at Nani, his pride evident in his eyes. The tension in the room began to melt, and the questions turned from accusatory to curious. Nani had done it—he had faced the storm head-on and come out stronger on the other side.

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Scene Transition: The Aftermath

When the press conference ended, the team filed out of the room, and Nani stood, still trying to process what had just happened. His body felt heavy, but there was a strange sense of relief coursing through him. The weight that had sat on his chest for so long was now gone, replaced by a budding sense of clarity.

Sky was right beside him. "You handled that like a pro," he said with a smile.

Nani chuckled weakly. "I think I’m still shaking." He paused, then turned to face Sky. "I really appreciate you being here with me. I don’t think I could have done it without you."

"You didn’t have to do it alone," Sky replied softly. "You never have to."

The sincerity in Sky’s voice made Nani’s heart skip a beat. For a moment, the world outside of them faded away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of calm amidst the chaos.

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Scene Transition: The First Glimpse of Normalcy

Later that evening, as they walked through the bustling streets of the city, Nani felt the eyes of the public on him once again—but this time, there was no fear. No dread of being judged or scrutinized. His decision had been made, and he was at peace with it.

"I think we’re going to be okay," Nani said quietly as he walked beside Sky, his hand brushing against Sky’s, tentative at first but then steady, grounding him.

"I know we will," Sky replied with a smile, his fingers brushing back, intertwining with Nani’s.

The future was uncertain—of course it was—but in this moment, it felt like the first time Nani was actually living for himself. The weight of the world might still be pressing down on him, but Sky’s presence was a reminder that he didn’t have to carry it alone.

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Scene Transition: The Fan Response

The next few days were filled with mixed reactions from the public. Some fans were overjoyed by Nani’s honesty and the revelation of his relationship with Sky, while others were less accepting. The media continued to fuel the fire with speculation and gossip, but for once, Nani didn’t feel the need to hide.

He could see the comments online, the messages of support pouring in, but he also saw the whispers of doubt and disappointment. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t going to be. But as Sky had said, they would face it together. And with every day that passed, Nani felt stronger.

One evening, as Nani scrolled through his phone, he found a message from Peeta.

Peeta: You did the right thing. It’s not going to be easy, but I’m proud of you, man.

Nani smiled, feeling the warmth of Peeta’s words. He had a long road ahead of him, but for the first time in years, he was no longer afraid of what was to come.

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Scene Transition: Closer Than Ever

As they sat on the balcony of Sky’s apartment that night, the city lights below them twinkling in the distance, Nani looked over at Sky, who was watching him with a quiet intensity.

"Thank you," Nani said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sky turned to him, their faces inches apart now. "You don’t have to thank me, Nani. I’m just glad you’re here."

In that moment, Nani realized that maybe he had always been running from something. But now, for the first time in his life, he didn’t need to run anymore.

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The weeks following the press conference were nothing short of a whirlwind. Nani had braced himself for the worst, but he was surprised by how many fans stood by him. Social media was a battleground of opinions, but the love and support outweighed the criticism.

Sky, ever the strategist, helped him navigate the chaos. Together, they focused on building a narrative that highlighted Nani’s honesty and courage. For the first time, Nani felt a sense of control—not over public opinion, but over his own story.

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Scene Transition: Back to Work

Nani’s first official appearance after the press conference was at a charity event hosted by his team. The event had been planned long before the media storm, but now it carried a different weight. Everyone wanted to see how Nani would handle himself under the spotlight.

Peeta met him backstage, his clipboard in hand and his expression sharp. "You ready for this?"

Nani adjusted his cufflinks, his gaze steady. "I’ve faced worse."

"Good," Peeta said, his tone softening. "Because they’re going to be watching your every move tonight."

As Nani stepped onto the stage to deliver his speech, the room fell silent. His voice was steady, his words heartfelt as he spoke about the importance of authenticity—not just in the entertainment industry but in life.

When he finished, the applause was thunderous. Among the crowd, Sky stood at the back, his smile subtle but proud.

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Scene Transition: A Quiet Celebration

Later that evening, Nani and Sky slipped away from the event to celebrate privately. They found a quiet corner of the rooftop garden, the city lights stretching out before them.

"You were incredible tonight," Sky said, handing Nani a glass of champagne.

Nani took a sip, his eyes fixed on the skyline. "I think I’m starting to believe in myself again. It’s… strange."

Sky chuckled. "Strange can be good."

Nani turned to him, his gaze softening. "You’ve been so patient with me, Sky. I don’t know how to thank you."

"You don’t have to," Sky replied, his voice low. "You being here is enough."

The tension between them, always simmering beneath the surface, flared for a moment. Nani leaned in, his hand brushing against Sky’s cheek.

"Is this okay?" Nani asked, his voice barely audible.

Sky’s breath hitched, but he smiled. "More than okay."

Their lips met in a slow, tentative kiss that deepened with every passing second. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, but also of undeniable strength.

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Scene Transition: A Growing Connection

The next morning, Nani woke up in Sky’s apartment, sunlight streaming through the curtains. He felt lighter than he had in years, as if the weight of his insecurities had finally begun to lift.

Sky was already awake, sitting at the kitchen counter with his laptop. When he saw Nani, he smiled.

"Good morning," Sky said, closing his laptop.

"Morning," Nani replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Do you ever take a break?"

Sky laughed. "Not really. But I might make an exception for you."

Nani sat down beside him, the smell of coffee filling the air. "You’re relentless, you know that?"

"It’s one of my better qualities," Sky said with a grin.

They spent the morning talking—about their plans, their fears, and everything in between. For the first time, Nani felt like he could truly be himself.

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Scene Transition: Navigating the Future

Over the next few weeks, Nani and Sky’s relationship became more public. They attended events together, posed for photos, and even gave a joint interview to address the media frenzy surrounding their relationship.

Ken, one of Nani’s closest friends and a fellow idol, was the first to tease him about it.

"Never thought I’d see the day," Ken said, clapping Nani on the back. "But I’m happy for you, man."

"Thanks," Nani replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

Chadjen, another friend, chimed in. "Just don’t forget about us little people now that you’ve got your fancy CEO boyfriend."

Nani laughed, feeling a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.

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Scene Transition: A Private Moment

One evening, as they sat on the balcony of Nani’s apartment, Sky looked over at him with a serious expression.

"Do you regret any of this?" Sky asked softly.

Nani shook his head. "Not for a second."

Sky reached for his hand, their fingers intertwining. "Good. Because I don’t think I could do this without you."

"You don’t have to," Nani said, his voice steady. "We’re in this together."

The city stretched out before them, a sea of lights and endless possibilities. For the first time, Nani felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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Months passed, and Nani’s life had settled into a rhythm that felt both unfamiliar and exhilarating. The storm of media frenzy had gradually died down, replaced by a steady hum of acceptance from his fans and the public. His relationship with Sky had become a cornerstone of his life—a source of strength that he’d never expected but couldn’t imagine living without.

But today was different. Today marked the anniversary of Nani’s debut as an idol, and his management team had organized a concert to celebrate his decade-long career. It was a milestone, a chance to reflect on everything he’d accomplished—and everything he’d endured to get here.

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Scene Transition: Preparing for the Stage

Backstage, Peeta, Chadjen, Ken, and the rest of the team were bustling around, making last-minute preparations. The air was electric with anticipation.

"How are you feeling?" Peeta asked, handing Nani a bottle of water.

"Honestly? Nervous," Nani admitted.

"That’s a good sign," Peeta said with a grin. "Means you care."

From the corner of the room, Sky watched quietly, his expression unreadable. When the others stepped away, he approached Nani, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You’re going to be amazing," Sky said softly.

Nani smiled, his nerves easing just a little. "I hope so."

"You don’t have to hope," Sky replied. "You’ve already proven yourself."

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Scene Transition: The Concert

The stage lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted in cheers as Nani stepped into the spotlight. The stadium was packed with fans holding glowing sticks, their energy palpable.

For the next two hours, Nani poured his heart into every song, his voice soaring as he connected with the audience. He sang about love, loss, and resilience, his lyrics taking on new meaning in light of his recent journey.

When the final song ended, the crowd erupted into a standing ovation. Nani stood in the center of the stage, overwhelmed by the outpouring of love.

But before he could leave, Sky appeared at the edge of the stage, a microphone in hand.

"Sky?" Nani asked, his voice laced with surprise.

Sky smiled as he stepped into the spotlight, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

"I hope you don’t mind me stealing the spotlight for a moment," Sky began, his tone light. "But I couldn’t let this night end without saying something."

The crowd fell silent, their curiosity piqued.

"Nani, you’ve spent your entire life giving to others—your talent, your time, your heart. Tonight, I want to give something back to you."

Nani’s breath hitched as Sky reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

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Scene Transition: A Proposal

The crowd gasped as Sky dropped to one knee, his expression both nervous and resolute.

"Nani Hirunkit Changkham, you’ve shown me a world I never thought I’d be a part of. You’ve taught me what it means to be brave, to be vulnerable, and to truly love. So tonight, in front of everyone who loves you, I want to ask—will you let me be part of your world forever? Will you marry me?"

The stadium erupted into cheers and gasps. Nani stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes as the weight of the moment hit him.

"Sky," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Sky looked up at him, his eyes filled with hope.

"Yes," Nani finally said, his voice breaking. "Yes, I will."

The crowd exploded into applause as Sky stood and slipped the ring onto Nani’s finger. Without hesitation, Nani pulled Sky into a kiss, the noise of the audience fading into the background.

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Scene Transition: A New Chapter

The rest of the evening was a blur of celebration. Friends and fans alike congratulated them, their joy infectious. Nani’s team, including Peeta, Chadjen, and Ken, were in high spirits, teasing him about how Sky had managed to pull off such a grand gesture without anyone finding out.

As the night wore on, Nani and Sky found a quiet moment together, sitting on the edge of the stage as the stadium slowly emptied.

"I can’t believe you did that," Nani said, his voice filled with awe.

"I’ve been waiting for the right moment," Sky replied, his tone soft. "And tonight felt perfect."

Nani looked down at the ring on his finger, a symbol of everything they’d been through and everything they had to look forward to.

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Sky leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nani’s temple. "Thank you for saying yes."

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Epilogue

Years later, Nani and Sky’s story had become a beacon of hope for others. They continued to thrive in their respective careers, but their greatest accomplishment was the life they built together.

On the anniversary of their engagement, they returned to the same stadium where it all began. This time, it was empty, save for a few close friends.

As they stood on the stage, looking out at the rows of empty seats, Nani turned to Sky with a smile.

"I never thought I’d find this," Nani said softly.

Sky reached for his hand, their fingers intertwining. "And I never thought I’d find you."

In the quiet of the empty stadium, they shared a kiss, the echoes of their love filling the space around them.

They were proof that even in the most unexpected places, love could bloom—and when it did, it was worth fighting for.

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