They're the internet's favorite secret. Santa, the bubbly dancer whose food challenges hide a nervous heart. Perth, the cool rocker whose garage sessions can't drown out his quiet fears. Off-camera, they share a home, a life, and a love they've carefully kept on mute. But the internet is always watching. An accidental reflection, a matching bracelet, a look that lasts a second too long-their fans are connecting the dots, and the war between their fandoms is trending. As the evidence mounts and the pressure builds, Santa and Perth have to decide: how long can you keep love in the drafts before you have the courage to hit 'post'?

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Pond?" Perth said, his voice so low that Santa could already feel chills in his back. "What? What's wrong with that? I'm genuinely curious. Something happened to both of you. Santa was in heat and you were in your rut. Perfect to form a baby." "P-Pond... p-please stop," Santa whispered, softly pulling the hem of Pond's shirt. He was afraid Perth would attack him again like last time. "Perth, calm the fuck down. Our manager is coming; we don't want them to know about this, right?" Aou stood up. "Tell that to that brat! He's spouting nonsense!" Perth snapped, glaring at Pond. "Nonsense? I'm just curious. If that happens, would you really kick Santa out of the group?" "Stop, Pond, please," Santa pleaded. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to confirm it. "Santa will not have a baby," Aou stated, his voice cold and final. "If he got pregnant, we'll abort it. If he wants to keep it, then yes, I'll be more than happy to kick him out." -- Santa accidentally got pregnant. Perth, the father, doesn't want it. Their leader, Aou, gave the ultimatum. - - - So Santa ran away.

Mafia boss? Check. Deadly aura? Check. Emotional damage? Definitely. Perth Tanapon never expected his peaceful (and illegal) empire to be ruined by one clingy, talkative, annoyingly cute guy who wouldn't stop calling him "P'Perth~" every five minutes. Turns out, the most dangerous weapon isn't a gun, it's a sunshine named Santa.

Pete shows up at his Tinder-arranged date to find out that he's being waited for by a completely another person... ________________ A sort of "Cover me in sunshine"-AU. Pete, Venice and a little bit of Vegas to make you smile while reading this oneshot💙👼🖤

Young relationship with "inconvenient" consequences, a breakup of fifteen years and a desperate teenage alpha on a bike, in whose face and character someone will see himself. And someone else, never forgotten by him...

What an irony. The one person he least expected to be his own in this life, Vegas's only lifeline between life and death. Or after a serious injury, Vegas's body is in a coma while his soul tries to figure out all the causes and effects, all the while watching his loved ones worry about him and his enemies wait for him to die, and only little Venice sees Vegas but can't tell anyone.

An arranged marriage, undesirable for both, without the possibility of divorce within 10 years. Vegas decides to get rid of the spouse imposed on him much earlier. But he doesn't know Pete at all...

When the rich arrogant and rude kid Auau, fell for a quiet and sassy scholarship student Save.

Auau and Save were in love from high school all the way through college. But when Auau's family demanded he marry a woman and threatened to ruin Save's life if he didn't, Auau made the painful choice to break up with him.

In a secluded valley where traditions and family honor are held sacred, two young men find their lives bound by a promise made decades ago.