Some jundylan oneshorts

A broke engineering student. A deaf ex-soccer star. No words, No promises, just a bond built in silence. Love speaks loudest through touch.

"I'm not a child, Phi Est." Est's breath hitched, caught in his throat. He looked at William, truly looked, the air in the room suddenly too thick to breathe properly, charged with electricity that crackled between them. He swallowed thickly, his gaze fixed on William's lips, which seemed to beckon on to him. "I don't think you're a child." He whispered back, his voice barely audible, raw with yearning. William leaned forward, his eyes daring, challenging Est to let go, to take the plunge. "Then prove it." _________________________________ Aboard the Titanic, wealthy Thai heir Est- weary of his rigid, pre-arranged life, is captivated by the raw talent of Lower Class musician, William. Their meeting sparks an undeniable connection, drawing Est into William's world of vibrant authenticity.

Dylan is moody. The other members know his attitude and how he behaves, but they never hear at night. They don't know about his Silent Cries.

Hong Pitchepong was already late for his first class when he accidentally bumped into a quiet stranger outside Chulalongkorn University - knocking himself down and losing his phone in the chaos. To his surprise, the same mysterious guy - Nut Thanat apparently - showed up in his Psychology lecture, assigned as his seatmate. At first, Hong thought it was just an odd coincidence. But Nut's calm, unreadable presence unsettled him. Especially when Nut returned Hong's lost phone during class-already unlocked-and casually mentioned he'd seen Hong's private messages before handing it back. As days passed, Hong started feeling watched. Glances that lingered, footsteps that echoed behind him, and a strange awareness of being followed. Nut was always nearby. Watching. Silent. Hong's friends began to worry. They agreed: Hong had a stalker. Someone was watching him-and that someone had been closer than he ever realized from the very beginning. P.S.: It's my first time writing, so bear with me. Also, kindly show support for the author by leaving a vote in the chapters! Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading my first even fanfic story.

A story about a quite innocent student name Est Supha met a popular campus fuckboy name William Jakrapatr.

A William x Est Short Story - Est calls him "Papa" with a smile, soft and sly. Says Wesley looks like him. Says they made him together. But when he's in William's lap, flushed and whispering things no one else gets to hear - It's clear what he really wants: to be full, marked, and ruined until he forgets where he ends and William begins. But now Est is whining for more, begging to be taken so deep he forgets his own name - and William's ready to give him everything he's starving for. Contains: Explicit sexual content, Breeding Kink ( non MPreg), 'Papa' as a pet name, Soft dom William, needy and sassy bottom Est

On his fifth birthday, William started dreaming of a beautiful boy he had never met, someone too beautiful, too familiar to be a stranger. But names were never exchanged, addresses untold. Years passed. The dreams never stopped. At sixteen, William's world cracked wide open. His first kiss revealed a family pact. Est. The guy who was never meant to be part of William's world. Yet by decree of the old family tradition, Est became more than just a stranger. He was William's betrothed. From that moment, Est became the symbol of everything William resented. An obligation. A shadow. An enemy. Even before they ever met. Neither one wanted this. Neither one expected what would come next. What if some connections are impossible to escape? What if some faces are always meant to remain a mystery? What if not? Ranking over time: #1 williamjarkapatr #1 promise #1 uni #1 nicknames #2 dreams #2 dreamworld #2 betrothed Crossposted on AO3 now

Jun has always wondered, every day, every minute, every hour, and every second, what would have happened if things hadn't been this way. What would they have been if things had been different? But he can't answer all these questions, also because he's failed. He's failed at his job, he's failed at being himself. He feels guilty, but what can he do? n the end, it's not his fault... not entirely.