Four
Lin Wei-Jie, twenty, is tall, dangerously handsome, and the kind of guy who turns heads everywhere he goes. His green eyes hold quiet depth beneath long black hair that brushes his shoulders. With a fit physique, slim waist, and silver earrings that glint when he moves, he radiates a mature, untouchable charm. Attentive and caring, Jie notices every detail and would walk miles for a friend without hesitation. Since high school, he’s been inseparable from Chen Hao-Yun, Wu Jun-Hao, and Li Mei-Xin. Yun, equally tall and handsome with brown eyes and a teasing smile, is the lively one—loyal, playful, and the life of any party. Hao, slightly shorter, is the goofball and peacemaker, sensitive yet full of warmth. Mei, nineteen, is the youngest and the group’s doll-like princess, with hair always dyed in different colors, grey eyes, and dimples. Spoiled and helpless, she forgets everything, and the boys happily pamper her—carrying her things, buying her snacks, and protecting her fiercely. They all bear matching tattoos of “4”, symbolizing their unbreakable bond. Extroverted and inseparable, they share passions for music, basketball, and nightlife. In college, Jie studies automotive engineering, Yun and Hao study architecture, and Mei studies interior design. The boys form a band—Jie on guitar, Yun on drums, Hao on keyboard, Mei as lead singer. Mei lives with Jie, who cooks, cleans, and looks after her, even at the cost of his relationships. Together, the four are chaos and comfort.The rain had just begun to mist over Da’an District, the golden lights of Blue House Café blurring softly through the window. Inside, Lin Wei-Jie sat by the far booth, a steaming mug of black coffee in front of him, his guitar case leaning casually against the wall. His long black hair was still slightly damp from the drizzle, and a strand clung to his jaw as he scrolled lazily through his phone. Around him, the café hummed with quiet chatter and indie music—the same track they had once performed here, months ago.
He checked the time. 4:32 p.m. Yun and Hao were late—again.
A few minutes later, the door chimed, and in came Chen Hao-Yun and Wu Jun-Hao, shaking rain off their jackets, laughing about something only they understood. Yun spotted Jie instantly, that familiar teasing grin stretching across his face.
“Of course he’s the first one here,” Yun said, sliding into the seat across from him. “Our punctual king.”
Jie lifted a brow. “Someone has to make sure we actually rehearse and not turn this into another snack session.”
Hao plopped down beside Yun, unbothered. “Hey, snacks are part of the process. Inspiration doesn’t come on an empty stomach.”
The three laughed, settling easily into the rhythm they always had—casual teasing, warm glances, and the occasional silence that spoke louder than words.
“Where’s Mei?” Jie asked, glancing toward the window, though he already knew the answer.
Yun smirked. “You even need to ask?”
“She said she’d be ten minutes,” Hao added, pulling out his phone. “That was twenty-five minutes ago.”
Just then, the door burst open, the small bell jingling as Li Mei-Xin rushed in, clutching a half-open umbrella and a pastry bag. Her pastel pink hair framed her flushed face, her grey eyes wide with apology.
“I’m here! Don’t start without me!” she panted, sliding into the booth beside Jie. “The bus stopped for too long, and I saw this new bakery and—”
“—You got distracted,” Jie finished, his tone patient but fond.
Mei grinned sheepishly, offering the bag. “Cupcakes. Peace offering.”
That earned her forgiveness instantly. Hao reached for one, Yun swiped another, and Jie just shook his head, amused.
Fifteen minutes later, they left the café together, laughter echoing through the street as they crossed toward Skyline Haven, their apartment building glowing faintly in the drizzle.
Down in the basement, their rented rehearsal room waited—walls lined with soundproof panels, a small stage, scattered cables, and their instruments gleaming under warm yellow light.
Jie slung his guitar over his shoulder, meeting their eyes with a quiet smile. “Let’s make some noise.”
Fumi
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My Billionaire
Kittisak “Kit” Theerachai (22) Kittisak, or Kit as his followers fondly call him, is the embodiment of soft allure and quiet defiance. At 5'2", he moves with a grace that commands attention — a delicate figure with a walk that drips confidence and subtle arrogance. His fair, almost porcelain-pale skin glows under every light, making him appear ethereal and untouchably beautiful. His long, silky black hair, parted neatly at the center, frames his angelic face and almost brushes his shoulders, while his cute fringe falls perfectly across his forehead. Beneath fluttery lashes are storm-grey eyes that seem to shift between innocence and mischief — eyes that can both seduce and mock. His smooth lips, naturally tinted rose, curve into smirks more than smiles. He’s effortlessly elegant, every move deliberate yet seemingly casual — a true diva in motion. Kit’s slim frame and cinched, seductive waist make him look like he stepped straight out of a fashion editorial. A tiny silver belly ring glints when he lifts his shirt on TikTok, his aesthetic a mix of soft luxury and sensual rebellion. Despite his beauty, he loathes the tiny, cluttered apartment he lives in — a reminder of the poverty he despises. Kit dreams of designer wardrobes, marble floors, champagne breakfasts, and soft beds he didn’t have to work for. He’s materialistic, ambitious, and shameless about it. He doesn’t believe in love; he believes in having. Having more, dressing finer, living louder. With over 100k followers on TikTok, Kit spends his days livestreaming, posing, and trying to compete with influencers who flaunt luxury items he can’t afford. His viewers adore his sass and style, but envy eats at him — he wants to live what he pretends to have. --- Thanakrit “Krit” Wongsuwan (38) Thanakrit Wongsuwan, better known in global business circles as The Silent Wolf, is a billionaire whose name alone stirs boardrooms and headlines. At 6'7", Krit towers over most men — broad-shouldered, carved from muscle, and exuding the kind of power that doesn’t need to be spoken. His black hair, center-parted and slightly tousled, grazes his neck, giving him an almost dangerous charm. A pair of diamond studs glint against his skin, matched by the sleek tattoos running down his arms and back — subtle marks of dominance and rebellion under his tailored suits. Krit’s face is the kind that makes people look twice — handsome to the point of disbelief, ageless, like time itself has chosen to favor him. He’s known for being domineering, obsessive, and ruthlessly possessive. When Krit wants something, he doesn’t ask — he claims. For over a year, Krit had been quietly watching Kit’s livestreams — under an anonymous username. He sent extravagant virtual gifts, always topping donation lists but never revealing who he was. There was something about Kit’s beauty, his vanity, his stubbornness — it thrilled Krit. He wanted him, not as a fling, but as something he could own, protect, and control. --- Their First Encounter Their paths finally crossed at an exclusive Bangkok boutique. Kit had walked in wearing confidence like perfume — trying on designer pieces, twirling before mirrors, taking pictures he’d post later to maintain the illusion of luxury. When a sales attendant sneered and told him to leave if he wasn’t buying, Kit’s façade cracked for the briefest second. Then he walked in — Krit Wongsuwan. The air shifted instantly. The attendant paled as Krit’s dark gaze fell on him. Without a word, Krit instructed the manager to fire the man on the spot. Then he turned to Kit, eyes sharp but unreadable, and said in a deep, composed tone: > “I’ll take everything he touched. Bag them all. And add more — something that suits his beauty better.” It was the first time Kit was truly speechless. When Krit finally met his gaze, there was recognition — the kind that sparks and burns. Later that evening, Krit approached him again, his voice calm but firm, his presence overwhelming. > “Let me take care of you,” he said simply. “No conditions. No love — just what you want. Luxury, comfort, and everything you’ve been denied. All I ask is that you let me.” Kit didn’t hesitate. This was what he’d been dreaming of — a man who could spoil him senseless. He said yes with a playful smirk, not realizing the depth of the storm he’d just stepped into. Because Krit didn’t just want to spoil him. He wanted to own him — completely.
Co partners
Thanawat “Khaotung” Ratanakitpaisan, a 23-year-old Thai actor, is known for his soft, captivating visuals and gentle aura. With his expressive eyes, bright smile, and natural charm, he became beloved for his warmth on and off screen. After years in supporting roles, he rose to fame at nineteen in Tonhon Chonlatee alongside Suphakorn “Pod” Sriphothong. Their chemistry was so convincing that fans believed they were real lovers, fueling obsessive behavior when Pod was later seen with female celebrities. Despite Aurora Entertainment’s statement that they were only co-stars, fans harassed Pod and his acquaintances, demanding he be separated from Khaotung. While Khaotung privately struggled with a real heartbreak unrelated to Pod, fans misread his sadness as proof of scandal. To protect both actors’ careers — and because Pod’s girlfriend was uncomfortable — Aurora ultimately ended their pairing. For three years, Khaotung worked solo or with temporary partners, until the company paired him with Kanaphan “First” Puitrakul, a 26-year-old actor famous for his strong presence but new to BL roles. To build chemistry, Aurora required them to live together for a year and a half in a serene, private home. Though initially awkward, their lives changed three months later when they discovered a small boy and a baby girl abandoned at their doorstep. The siblings, Nino and Mimi, had been left by their mother and wandered until they found Khao and First’s house. From that day, the home meant for rehearsing romance became a real haven of warmth, laughter, and unexpected family.
My family
Seo Ra-on was nineteen, strikingly handsome in a way that made people look twice—long black hair that brushed his shoulders at the back, shorter and neatly parted at the front, deep brown eyes framed by long lashes, and a tall 6’6 frame with a lean, athletic build. Despite his quiet presence, he carried an aura of maturity far beyond his years, shaped by the tragedies that marked his childhood. His parents had been powerful business figures—brilliant, wealthy, and influential—yet constantly surrounded by rivals hungry to bring them down. Knowing the world they lived in, they prepared carefully for any eventuality. When Ra-on was fourteen, their worst fear became reality: their car spiraled off a wet highway late one evening, killing them instantly. The police later confirmed that the brakes had been deliberately tampered with. Yet despite months of investigation, the case went cold. The culprit was never found. When the will was read, every last property, bank account, and vast expanse of land was passed solely to Ra-on. Enraged and humiliated, the extended family who had long coveted his parents’ empire refused to take him in. Overnight, he became not only an orphan but the target of resentment. The only person who stood by him was Yun Do-han, his parents’ loyal secretary. Do-han had been with the family since he was sixteen, sponsored, mentored, and educated by Ra-on’s parents until he eventually became their most trusted aide. At twenty-five, he stepped in without hesitation, moving fourteen-year-old Ra-on into a quiet home far away from the chaos and raising him with devotion. Under Do-han’s guidance, Ra-on grew into a disciplined and brilliant young man. When he turned eighteen, he was admitted into a prestigious law program, determined to understand justice—something he felt had been denied to his parents. College was also where he met Hae Rim-seo, a strikingly beautiful girl from an elite family, studying law like him. She had a sharp tongue, a proud personality, and a reputation for arrogance, but Ra-on saw something softer beneath her polished exterior. Against everyone’s expectations, the two fell deeply in love. Their relationship, however, turned complicated in their second year when Rim-seo discovered she was pregnant. Terrified of scandal and unwilling to ruin her future, she insisted on an abortion. Ra-on begged her not to. He wanted the child—wanted a family again, even if imperfect. After days of conflict, Rim-seo agreed on three harsh conditions: 1. After giving birth, she would hand the child over entirely to Ra-on. 2. She would leave for the United States immediately after delivery to continue her studies, and he must never contact or look for her again. 3. He must drop out of law school, ensuring they would never cross paths professionally in the future. The conditions were cruel, but Ra-on accepted them without hesitation. He loved her. He loved their unborn child even more. Rim-seo stayed hidden throughout her pregnancy, refusing to let anyone outside her closest household staff know. When the day finally came, she delivered twins—a boy and a girl. That very night, during a heavy rainfall, her family’s butler arrived at Ra-on’s doorstep with two tiny infants wrapped in soft blankets. The next morning, Rim-seo boarded a plane to the U.S. without looking back. Left standing in the quiet hallway of his home, Ra-on held his newborn children—his entire world now small enough to fit in his arms. He named them himself: Seo Jae-rin, the boy, with calm eyes like his; and Seo Ara-yeon, the girl, delicate and bright like Rim-seo. From that night forward, Ra-on’s life changed. No longer a college student, no longer just a survivor of tragedy—he became a father, determined to build a peaceful world for the twins his first love had abandoned.
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