a oneshot book for joylada gang ghostship whether among them or more. enough said. No flame. This is just for those who are open minded and want smth different. Read at your own discretion. If not your cup of tea, please read other strictly JD PPw fics available on profile.

*Bangkok's neon streets hide blood in the shadows. One night, a shootout breaks out between rival gangs. Amid the chaos, Boom, the ruthless yet feared young mafia leader, gets injured. Stumbling through dark alleys, he collapses at the doorstep of a small clinic where an innocent boy, Aou, volunteers at night...* TOP BOOM & BOTTOM AOU

"Can you cry like that on cue?" the man repeated, raising a brow. Confused and frustrated, Bible didn't want to engage. He just wanted to go home to his pets, who never judged him. So, wanting to end the odd conversation, he said, "Yes." That earned him a sleek black card with golden fonts. The name Jespipat Tilapornputt, film producer, was written on it. The one shot is for the fic fest organized by sirja and sereina. #jbbficfest2025

"I loved you quietly, while you loved me like a best friend." What can sum up this story better than that tagline? Ready for some drama, brewing in the lives of our faved actors? Will friendship ever transcend love or will it remain in that paradox forever? Let's see, shall we?

~ This is a ghostship of MaxZee. If you don't ship them then don't read this story. Others are welcome to enjoy the story 😉~

They didn't start with real names. Just anonymous usernames, matched by a nostalgic "penpal" writing app that pairs strangers and mimics the charm of old-school postboxes - one message a day, no images allowed, no social links, no identities revealed. Just words. He is "Box14." The other is "MailboxS." Two strangers who start writing for fun... who end up becoming each other's favourite notification of the day. What begins as casual messaging evolves into something deeper - comfort, trust, and eventually the kind of love that doesn't rely on looks, only connection. They're nervous. Excited. And stupidly in love with someone they've never seen. But when they finally meet... they realise the truth. ...they discover the person they've been falling for is the enemy who lives literally next door. Their penpal is their neighbor. Zee. And Net. The boy whose laugh drives him crazy. The boy whose silence annoys him daily. Suddenly, everything they thought they hated about the other - is the same person they already love. Now they have to navigate: - the anonymous tenderness they've built - the real-life clash they've always had - and the terrifying question of which version is real From P.O. Box to boyfriend... turns into: can sworn neighbors become lovers - both online and offline?

A much requested crackpair pairing from my little one. So, here's my maiden attempt on a Jeff Satur & Win Metawin pairing. Here's wishing me luck! And hoping you guys will love it too!

phuwinpond ff..😶‍🌫️ Arranged marriage...

When sharp-tongued CEO Joss Way-ar discovers his sleek black Benz defaced with neon graffiti, he's livid-until he tracks down the culprit: Pavel Promphaopun, a bold, street-smart artist with zero regrets and a killer smirk. What starts as a war of revenge and witty barbs spirals into a dangerously magnetic game-where control, chaos, and chemistry collide in every stolen glance. In a city of power plays and spray cans, who's marking who?

Bangkok's fashion industry pairs two opposites in one frame. Joong-the quiet, internationally raised newcomer with a gaze that commands the camera. Joss-the seasoned star who has ruled the runway for eight years without ever feeling threatened. On set, their chemistry is undeniable. Off camera, silence stretches between them-measured, observant, dangerous. As competition sharpens into curiosity, and curiosity into something harder to name, both men begin to realize: Under studio lights, you can control the image. But in the shadows between takes, the heart refuses direction.