The Chaos Team shares iced drinks on a porch; The Elite Four share expensive coffee in a penthouse

I do not own the series or characters. These are purely fanfiction. Please support the original author, Howlsairy, and fourever you series on original platforms! Dabbles in my obsession; Fourever You Series. There are ABO shots too - so don't read if you're uncomfortable thank you!

North, Easter, Daotok, and Typhoon-heirs to the country's most powerful families-live lives scheduled down to the minute. From 6AM fencing lessons to 10PM skincare routines, every move is calculated. They have everything... except freedom. Groomed for perfection, praised for obedience, and emotionally constipated, when they were forced to get engaged.. they run away! Enter Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-the countryside's golden boys-have just reopened their family's long-forgotten seaside resort after a few renovations, hoping to build something real with their own hands. They're sun-kissed, effortlessly charming, and emotionally fluent-walking, talking proof that you don't need money to be rich in life. What begins as awkward introductions and mismatched chores turns into a full-blown hurricane of cultural clashes, emotional meltdowns, and romantic disasters. With every stolen glance and accidental touch, the lines blur between obligation and desire, expectation and freedom. One group has money. The other has heart. But neither is ready for what love's about to do to them. Let the chaos begin.

A fate that forced to meet. Gathered together at the unknown place. They never remember how did they ended up in that place. Blurry. But all that they know, they're not from the same places. Like a teleport. Whenever they closed their eyes to sleep, and suddenly woke up together. Or maybe they're not even sleeping? Their fate is holding onto something important. Some holding onto memories and some holding onto hopes.

Surviving The Matchmaking Love Draft was one thing. Living with the aftermath? A whole new level of chaos. North, Ter, Dao, and Phoon thought their struggles were over when Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah chose them-but no one warned them about the insanity of actually being the chosen ones. Now, they're drowning in designer clothes they don't know how to wear, luxury cars they're afraid to scratch, and a social calendar filled with events they can't pronounce. (What even is a Auction gala and why do they need seven different forks to eat a salad?!) Between dodging jealous socialites, surviving business meetings disguised as dates, and trying to resist the urge to flip off snobby billionaires, they begin to wonder-was being picked in the love draft really winning? Or did they just sign up for a lifetime of rich people madness? Meanwhile, heartbreak, unfinished business, and some very determined exes are lurking in the shadows, ready to stir up trouble. Because if the first rule of billionaire romance is never trust a corporate deal, the second rule is happily-ever-afters are never that simple. More money, more problems. More drama, more chaos. And somehow, still no idea how to use all those forks. Let the luxury struggles begin!

When his med school friends did something colossally stupid, it fell on Arthit to help them out. Yes, Arthit. Why didn't anyone think he could be helpful?? And no, he didn't tell the doctors he was helping, otherwise it wouldn't help. Confused? So is everyone else. The fic is based on Fourever You series, of which more in the introduction chapters. *** Now complete ! ***

Arthit inherited an empire built on blood, but he's losing his grip. Then comes Daotok, a quiet art student hired to paint a portrait of the family's fallen patriarch. Arthit never expected the painter's calm to unnerve him more than any rival's gun.

We often wait for love to arrive like a thunderstorm-dramatic, life-changing, and impossible to miss. But more often, love is like the air: constant, vital, and invisible until you stop to feel it. "Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."

Arthit has Dao but fear hasnt left him yet. He is scared and anxious, and he needs to make sure he doesnot lose Dao. little funny, little serious

When Johan a 150 year old vampire meet his young cute human soulmate, what follows is a battle of restraint and patience while his little mate does everything to test them.