After a successful close-out of the Black Buffalo Gang case Thirtha's team had been assigned to handle a reopened case ㅡ the case of a missing person named Jomthap Kongsuk. ★ from my keyboard yapping prompt on twt ★ supposedly posted on j&j special ep anniv but i couldn't finish it ★ ofc fictional but coping mechanism lmao ★ always expect errors, you know me ★ will not be a long chaptered fic but might be 2-3 chapters so i separated it from the one-shots book.

War is hired to manage Yin's career- protect his image, build his fame, and keep his love life believable. What he isn't supposed to do is fall for him... especially when Yin already belongs to someone else in the public eye.

•On Going• | 𝗬𝗶𝗻𝗪𝗮𝗿 𝗔𝗨 📍Inspired by Heated Rivalry, a famous sports romance drama In the world of international Formula 1, Yin Anan Wong, a meticulous Hong Kong driver with a Thai heritage and War Wanarat, a fiery star from Thailand, are rivals on and off the track. But the truth behind the cameras is very different. Privately, Yin and War share a secret friendship and more than just friendship. Away from the public eye, they are friends with benefits that neither wants anyone to discover. Over the years, as both rose through the ranks to the international stage, their public rivalry only grew louder while their secret connection remained, hidden behind helmets, press cameras and podium smiles. Will they keep their arrangement hidden or will the world see the sparks that fly when rivals collide on and off the circuit? 📍𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤🔞 ⛔️𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 🅂🅃🄰🅁🅃🄴🄳: 22/1/2026

High school isn't exactly easy. For some, it's all about grades. For others, it's about popularity. And for Yin... well, it's definitely about popularity. He's handsome, stylish, everyone knows his name, and yes-he's smooth with the girls. But ask him to solve a math problem? Suddenly, he's clueless. Then there's War. Smart. Polite. Shy. The kind of guy who'd rather stay in the library than be in the middle of a crowd. And he has a crush-a real, heart-thumping, can't-sleep crush-but no courage to even say hi properly. Two completely different worlds. One common goal: survival. For Yin, survival means passing classes. For War... survival means asking the girl of his dreams to prom without fainting. And somehow... they're about to help each other.

Some promises are made in silence. Some are made in laughter. And some-are made without the people who will one day be bound by them. Fourteen years ago, under a bright afternoon sky and the shade of old trees in a quiet park, two women laughed as they tossed coins into a wishing well. Best friends since college. Mothers bound not by blood, but by years of shared dreams, tears, and secrets. They wished for family. They wished for closeness. They wished-half-joking, half-serious-that their children would one day belong to each other. They never imagined that the wish would follow their sons like a shadow. Yin Wong grew up loud, fast, and full of sunlight. War Wanarat grew up quiet, careful, and tucked behind books. They were never meant to be the same. Yet fate-written in ink, sealed in a will, and whispered in a promise-had already decided that one day, they would stand side by side... whether they wanted to or not.

For War, the past isn't a memory-it's a recurring fever dream. While others spoke of rejection as a "lesson" or a "part of growing up," for him, it was a public execution of his dignity. The day he stood vulnerable, heart in hand, only to be turned away, was the day the old War died. In his place rose a man of stone, someone who traded warmth for armor and whispers for silence. He didn't just move on; he excavated his heart and built a fortress where it used to be. ​He swore a blood-oath to himself: Never again. Never again would he be the one reaching out. Never again would he allow someone to witness his weakness. He spent years perfecting his walls, making them so high and so slick that not even the ghost of a feeling could climb over them. He convinced himself that his hatred was his strength-a cold, steady shield that kept him safe from the sting of humiliation. But what if..... You'll wake up someday And see him again? Will your hatred turned into somethings else? Would things be different this time? Or you'll end up getting hurt again and again. Will you gave a love a chance? Or will love gave you a chance.

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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and when i'm done, i stay there: motionless, contemplating your face laid out in colors - but it is your spirit that lights up the canvas.