War is a freelance journalist who works constantly to provide for his little daughter, Bell. His world revolves around Bell, and his personal life is intentionally blocked to avoid hurting himself or his daughter, because he knows how harmful trusting someone is. He believes this is the way it should be. Until the pipe under the damn sink started leaking again. --- This work was originally published on AO3, I decided to publish it on Wattpad too. This fic is completely MINE. Author is ME. Idk how Wattpad works so I'll try to figure it out. Enjoy reading✨ ❗️Tags will be added with new chapters, please check them before reading new chapters or whole work ❗️It's gonna be explicit, 18+ only. ❗️ This fic DO NOT CONTAIN any violence, blood, heavy angst etc. Please enjoy❤️

➤ ʏɪɴᴡᴀʀ ᴀᴜ - 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 A YinWar SocMed AU in which Yin is just another fan in tennis star War Wanarat's mentions - until War replies, and everything changes from there.

💞Completed💞 It was supposed to be the best year of their lives. Senior year, parties, occasional hook-ups but nothing prepared them for this turn of events..

I didn't know the world had colors until he walked into my field of vision.

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.

REVISED Lies, Betrayal, Anger and Obsession. What would happen to War who always thought that his existence was a curse since he'd bring tragedy to every person he got close to. Only to find out that he was never a problem in the first place but his life had always been controlled by an obsessed maniac who had issues with War's late father. This is a boy's love story if you're not interested in that genre then you're welcome to skip. English is not my first language and this is my first ever story so I hope you guys can support me .

Some people are loud because they are brave. Others are loud because they are afraid of silence. And then there are those who stay quiet-not because they have nothing to say, but because the world has taught them that speaking hurts. War Wanarat belonged to the quiet ones. In a school where popularity meant survival and cruelty was disguised as humor, being invisible was his only shield. He learned to keep his head down, his hair long, and his heart guarded. Every day was something to endure, not live. Yin Anan Wong, on the other hand, never knew what it felt like to be unseen. He was noise. Trouble. Laughter echoing down hallways. A name teachers sighed at and classmates followed. He never meant to hurt anyone-at least, that's what he told himself. It was easier not to look closely at the damage left behind. They were never meant to matter to each other. Not the quiet boy everyone ignored. Not the loud boy everyone feared. But sometimes, one mistake is enough to crack everything open. Sometimes, guilt becomes the beginning of change. Sometimes, running is the only way to survive-until someone finally catches up, not to hurt you, but to stay. This is a story about apology that refused to give up. About trauma that slowly learned how to breathe. And about two boys who found each other at the exact moment one of them stopped running.

a love story

💕completed💞 Yin finds himself insanely captivated by the way he stares back at him, as if he's just as fascinated by this encounter. Never, in his 26 years, he's felt this pull of attraction towards someone and, for a split of a second, he wonders if it's true what they say, that ever since birth everyone is meant to find their other half, their soulmate, the one that makes them feel whole.

| ° YinWar AU ° | He was the love Yin couldn't save. Now, two years later, War's back in his life. Forgiveness isn't easy. But maybe this time, love doesn't have to hurt. This is only a fictional work! ° contains mature content ° Trigger warnings: addiction | self harm | depression | death (no main) Please only proceed if you're fine with reading themes like that.