Can love truly conquer the rules, or will their bond remain unfulfilled?... First of all, this is a bounprem story. (The photos here are not mine. All credits go to the original photographers who captured them) Enjoy reading broccollis..

"Bloody Sweet" - Bangkok's most feared mafia boss, Boun, crosses paths with Prem, an innocent artist, on New Year's Eve. When Prem discovers Boun's dark secret, what will happen?..... Romance ignites amidst danger, humor, and chaos in this thrilling mafia rom-com. First of all, this is a bounprem story. (The photos here are not mine. All credits go to the original photographers who captured them) Enjoy reading broccollis..

"I'm sorry I ghosted you." Prem exhaled his eyes and voice filled with remorse. "It's okay, no need to apologize, um..." Boun paused, uncertain if he should ask what had been plaguing his mind for almost two months now, but he mustered up the courage to ask anyway, "Did I do something wrong that night?" "No, you didn't do anything wrong, in fact you did everything right, too right actually," Prem nervously laughed, "It's just...you may not believe me, but I've never done anything like that before, having sex with someone the first night of meeting them." He trailed off shaking his head. "You didn't want me to get the wrong impression of you?" Boun surmised; Prem nodded shyly. "That sort of thing doesn't matter to me, I'm not judgmental." In all honesty Boun hadn't been able to get Prem off his mind since that night. He cursed himself for being such a heavy sleeper. Had he caught Prem trying to sneak off, he would've done everything to convince him to stay. "Neither am I." Prem replied. The two sat in awkward silence before Boun spoke again, "So...how have you been?" "How have I been?" Prem took a huge gulp of his water. "How have I been?" He repeated once more. "I've been...okay I guess and um...pregnant. You're the father."

Freshman Warut moves to Bangkok to escape his own past and inner struggles. But is it possible to escape from himself? Everything changes when he meets the president of the Drama Club.

Getting behind the wheel of his car, Prem thought again about how his life could so suddenly turn into a nightmare, that he would unfortunately not be able to wake up from. His elbows came down on the steering wheel. Prem wrapped his arms around his head and groaned exhaustedly. He felt a strange anger again now, and his chest squeezed with a tearing feeling.

Running his own business, left to him by his father, Prem is trying to find a worthy assistant. And it seems he's finding much more than he'd hoped for.