Est Sangaworawong doesn't do bars, doesn't do birthdays, and definitely doesn't do strangers. After ten years abroad, he's just returned to Bangkok, preferring the quiet of his luxury condo to the chaos of social life. But when Joong Aydin drags him out for a birthday celebration with their friends Dunk, Daou, and OffRoad, Est finds himself in unfamiliar territory - and not just because of the music. Across the room, William Jakrapatr - shy-eyed, sweet-smiled, and dangerously possessive when it counts - notices Est. A member of Thailand's biggest idol group, LYKN, William is used to being watched... not watching. But tonight, he can't look away. One silent gesture - a round of drinks delivered to Est's table with nothing but a soft smile and a raised glass - sparks something neither of them expects: a tension thick with curiosity, attraction, and the promise of something deeper. Est is guarded. William is patient. But in the electric heat of the Bangkok night, neither is immune to temptation. Note: Some parts of this are true story Enjoy and please vote 🥰

Est Supha, From the moment I was born, my life was set up. Born into a wealthy family, my parents and the society I was born in had shaped me for the future. The pressure was enormous. Everyone expected me to follow the path my family had set for me. I was destined to succeed in life, yet I felt suffocated by their expectations. I was a successful lawyer, had my own penthouse, and I looked like I was pulled out of a box, dressed to impress. I wore a mask of perfection, but underneath, I was struggling with my identity and purpose in life. My life was a routine. Never once breaking the rhythm. I followed a strict routine, waking up at the same time every morning, going to work, and coming home to my empty penthouse. My life was a monotonous cycle, and I was beginning to feel numb and unfulfilled. And that's when I broke the tempo. One night, one glance...right at the building across from mine. That's when I saw him. All muscles, ink, piercings and onyx hair. My gaze fixated on him, my eyes drawn to his imposing figure. His physique was impressive, covered in intricate tattoos and piercings. What caught my attention the most, however, was his shock of deep black hair. It was like a raven's wing. Pressure... right between my legs. Blood rushing south. No. It couldn't be. I... I wasn't gay. Right?