He lost a bet. Now he's stuck dating the scariest guy in Chula. North Talay never backs down from a dare. Too bad this time, the dare is dating Johan Akaradech for one month. Cold. Rich. Untouchable. Son of the Akaradech Group, top of the Med batch, and the guy who makes people nervous just by existing. Rule 1: Act like it's real. Rule 2: Don't let anyone find out it's fake. Rule 3: Don't catch feelings. Easier said than done when Johan starts holding his hand without being told, staring at him like he's the only person in the room, and getting possessive the second someone else flirts with North. North told himself it was just an act. Johan told himself it was just reputation management. So why does it feel like they're both lying?

None of this characters and name are not mine, credit to the author of the novel I got inspired by to make this fanfic of JohanNorth. -- North thought it was debt. Johan called it a receipt. Now he sleeps in Johan's bed, wears Johan's hoodies, and answers to Hia like a prayer. He was supposed to pay in installments. He paid in forever instead.

Why can't heart stay out of the matters of body.

The transition from the quiet, mist-covered mountains of Chiang Mai to the humid, neon-lit energy of Bangkok is the perfect "first beat" for The Rhythm of Fall.

Johan Vitsavkorn lived a double life, commanding both a corporate empire and a powerful underworld syndicate. Though he was a mafia leader, he operated with a unique moral code: he was a protector who shielded the weak and provided for the poor. For years, Johan believed his altruism was merely a cold obligation of his station. However, he eventually reached a turning point where his actions were no longer driven by duty, but by love. Despite his attempts to remain detached, he could no longer ignore the pull of his heartstrings.

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North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao are four boys stitched together by shared pain-broken homes, emotional scars, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. Fresh out of high school and desperate for freedom, they run south, chasing distance from their pasts and a paycheck big enough to buy them a future. Their refuge? A luxurious golf-and-beach resort where survival comes in the form of tips, overtime, and biting sarcasm. Enter the Dragon Heirs. Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-infamous, obscenely rich, and untouchable. The heirs to the country's most powerful empire are worshipped and feared in equal measure. Resort staff whisper about them like urban legends: rude, ruthless, and dangerously cruel. Everyone avoids them. Everyone-except four broke, traumatized boys who desperately need tuition money. Unlike the rest, North and his friends couldn't care less about family empires or terrifying reputations. To them, the Dragon Heirs aren't monsters-they're walking ATMs. Whether it's enduring verbal abuse as caddies, driving them around like unpaid therapists, serving drinks while being flirted with and insulted in the same breath, or simply standing there looking pretty enough to earn a tip, they take it all with a forced smile and a sharp tongue. Fear doesn't pay for college-but sarcasm might. When a runaway, problematic gang collides with four spoiled, power-drunk young masters, chaos is inevitable. Insults turn into banter. Power plays turn into lingering looks. Somewhere between arguments, accidental confessions, and very inappropriate tension, something dangerous starts to bloom. Is it just chaos? Or is it romance-loud, messy, ridiculous romance-threatening to ruin all of them in the best way possible?

My attempt on an omega-verse fanfic. Cozy Vibes wasn't supposed to change their lives. North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao built their café as a safe haven-warm lights, sweet pastries, and quiet laughter. They weren't looking for mates. And neither were four dangerously successful CEOs who just wanted coffee. But when regal floral marks bloom beneath their skin, destiny refuses to be ignored. Between denial, possessive instincts, and one very rare Enigma, love begins to simmer alongside espresso and cinnamon steam. Four couples. First love. First claim. First everything.

Everyone at Maha-Setti University (MSU) knows their names. Johan. Hill. Tonfah. Arthit. Tiger. Top of the medical faculty. Untouchable. Beautiful in effortless way They're the kind of students rumors are built around. Old money. Perfect grades. Private research access. Connections no one can trace. But the strangest rumor about them? They've been enrolled at this university before. Not once. Not twice. But every few decades. Always as medical students. Always regal, breathtaking, and very rich. Always disappearing after graduation. Of course, everyone assumes it's just another campus myth. Because the truth would be ridiculous. Impossible. Terrifying. Johan, Hill, Tonfah, Arthit, and Tiger are immortals. They don't age. They don't die. And for centuries they've been searching for a cure. A legend buried in ancient medical texts: Five humans whose blood can end their eternity. Silver Souls. But legends are supposed to stay legends. Until the first day of the new semester. When five new students walk into the Thai Traditional Medical Faculty. North. Daotok. Easter. Typhoon. Duennao. Five ordinary humans. Five heartbeats that suddenly make centuries-old immortals lose control. Because the moment they step into the same room- the immortals smell it. Honey. Mint. Rain. Storm. And something dangerously alive. The scent of the one thing they've searched for across 300 years. The cure to immortality. The problem? Silver Souls don't just end immortality. Sometimes- they end the immortal too. Now the five most dangerous students at Maha-Setti University have found the five people who could save them... or destroy them. And the worst part? It isn't hunger. It isn't curiosity. It's something far more dangerous. A pull they cannot ignore. A recognition older than memory. A certainty their souls have been searching for these humans long before they met. As if destiny has finally caught up. And none of them know if it will lead to salvation- or ruin.

Four cursed heirs - Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah - carry the weight of a centuries-old family curse no one dares to explain... mostly because no one actually understands it. Prophecies? Misinterpreted. Family scrolls? Burnt in a barbecue accident. Enter the chaos: four modern, ultra-fashionable divine healers - North, Dao, Ter, and Phoon - who may or may not be actual gods, but definitely won't lift a finger without snacks. Croissants? Instant diagnosis. Wagyu? Miraculous resurrection. Canned tuna? Hmm, maybe a curse lightly lifted. As ancient magic collides with divine-level drama, forgotten secrets, and a suspicious number of shirtless moments, the heirs and the healers must work together - if they don't kill each other first. Or worse... fall in love. The curse is real. The healing is questionable. And someone just kissed the wrong heir. Will they save the world... or set it on fire with a flaming wok? Find out - if Dao ever stops demanding bubble tea first.