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Against it
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Against it

Palm Sittichai, a 23-year-old with soft curls, blue eyes, and dimples that could melt anyone’s heart, runs a small boutique called Tropical. Known for his beauty and kindness, he’s meticulous about his skin and fashion. Beneath his gentle demeanor, however, lies a deep bias—Palm can’t stand same-sex love and avoids anyone who identifies that way. Living with his 16-year-old sister, Pam, in a tiny apartment, he gives her the bedroom while he sleeps in the living room. Pam adores him but often challenges his stubborn morals. After discovering his girlfriend’s betrayal, Palm drowns his pain in alcohol at a bar. There, in his drunken haze, he meets Rit Chanonchai—the 28-year-old youngest self-made billionaire in Thailand. Rit, all sharp edges and intoxicating charm, with a sculpted body and confident smirk, is everything Palm claims to despise yet can’t look away from. Known in business for his fairness and control, Rit’s off-duty life is wild and irresistible. That night, blurred by alcohol and confusion, Palm flirts with Rit, drawn by something he refuses to name. One impulsive encounter leads them to a passionate night together. The next morning, horror and denial consume Palm. Furious and ashamed, he lashes out at Rit, swearing never to see him again. But Rit—curious, intrigued, and unexpectedly captivated by Palm’s mix of innocence and fire—refuses to back down. For Rit, this isn’t about conquest anymore. It’s about unraveling the guarded heart of the boy who swore he’d never fall for a man.

Roots of Betrayal
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Roots of Betrayal

The silence has been a physical weight for three days, pressing down on my chest until I can barely breathe. Hyun-woo has become a ghost in our apartment—cold, distant, his eyes avoiding mine like I’m someone he no longer knows. I don’t know what I did, and the not knowing is tearing me apart. Then I see him—standing across the street, drenched in the pouring Seoul rain, staring up at our building like he’s waiting for me to break first. His black hair clings to his forehead, his jacket soaked through, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t seek shelter. Just watches. I fling the door open and run out into the storm. He’s trembling—not from cold, but from something deeper. Pain flashes in his dark eyes, the same eyes that once softened every time they landed on me. “Are you going to tell me what’s happening, Ha-eun… or are we going to keep pretending I don’t exist?” I freeze. He saw the note. He saw Min-ho. But he doesn’t know the truth—that it wasn’t a secret rendezvous, that I was meeting Min-ho to get answers about *him*, about the sudden distance, about the late-night calls I wasn’t supposed to hear. Now I have to choose: step forward and risk everything with the truth, stand my ground and fight back, or pull him close and remind him—through touch, through breath—that we’re not over. One choice could save us. Another could end us for good.