As a doctor, Nani Hirunkit had learned not to get attached to his patients. They came and went, leaving behind charts, memories, and eventually empty hospital beds. But one patient was different. He was kind and gentle, strangely fond of folding paper into little rings, and always seemed to have something he wanted to say but never did. Their conversations became something the doctor quietly looked forward to, until one day, the hospital room was left empty. All that remained were the paper rings he had made.

Just a Compilation of My SKYNANI Paintings!! 🩷🩵 --- Author's note: I've been painting since elementary school-started with charcoal (loved it, then got over it coz I got bored😮‍💨), and picked up painting in high school. It's always been more of a hobby for me. If you're curious about my early works, just let me know... but fair warning, they're crusty as hell LMAO. Anywayyy, this compilation features some of my prouder works of SKYNANI, mostly done in gouache, watercolor, acrylic, and colored pencils.

Nani Hirunkit, model-turned-actor, had a one-night stand after his breakup. Woke up next to Sky Wongravee. Yes, that Sky Wongravee. Famous. Gorgeous. Completely naked. Nani panicked. Left. Swore to never speak of it again. A few weeks later? They're cast as BL co-leads. Playing lovers. With multiple kissing scenes. Sky? Unbothered. Or so he thought he is. And Nani? One fake kiss away from a full system reboot. And no-they're definitely not talking about that night. But the universe clearly has other plans. --- #SKYNANI

In the real world, they were just dolls. Neona dangling from Nani's bag like a good luck charm. Smyle, with a crooked little grin always clutched in Sky's arms during fan meets. They weren't real. They weren't supposed to be. Until one morning... They were. Sky woke up first, groggy and jet-lagged, still wrapped in the scent of stage lights and flight pillows. Nani shifted beside him, breathing soft against the curve of his shoulder. The house was quiet. Too quiet. No alarms. No callsheets. No manager knocking. Just the faint sound of- Tiny footsteps. A whispered voice. A knock at the door. Then- "Pho? Pa? ...Did you forget to kiss us today?" Two little boys. Standing in the doorway. Wearing Sanrio pajamas. Holding onto stuffed toys. The boys remember everything. The morning cuddles, the kisses, the bedtime stories. But Sky and Nani remember none of it. The dolls were gone. And they were calling them Pa and Pho.

He's reckless charm. He's clinical control. They were never meant to orbit- But they do. Again. And again. And again. One's too proud to admit he's drowning. The other's too stubborn to pull him out. --- "I am...not the bottom!" "The only way you'll be on top of me is by riding me, now take a fucking sit." - MJ x Sky [A MJxSky fanfic where desires take hold over every struggle that comes in their way, where Sky makes MJ realise that what collapse of his cool feels like.] [Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or alteration of this content is prohibited. This material is protected by copyright law.]

They were never meant to be in love-just married. Sky is a calculated businessman, known for his silence and sharp edges. When a political alliance binds him to Nani-the bright, soft-spoken kindergarten teacher and youngest son of a powerful Thai-Chinese tycoon-it's a move to protect reputations, not hearts. But behind Nani's easy smile is a secret his family keeps buried: a rare heart condition slowly threatening his life. And behind Sky's emotionless exterior is a man who begins to care more than he should. In a house built on obligation and silence, two strangers navigate power, illness, and the quiet ache of growing too close. Some marriages start with love. Theirs starts with a contract. What grows in the silence might be something neither of them are ready for.

Nani Hirunkit, the quiet and mild-mannered newcomer to Thailand's elite Special Investigations Squad, just wants to keep his head down, get the job done, and avoid the sharp gaze of his strict captain, Sky Wongravee. As the squad tackles dangerous cases involving international drug cartels, Nani's carefully hidden past begins to resurface, bringing with it deadly consequences. Captain Sky, who already suspects Nani's presence in the squad isn't what it seems, watches him like a hawk, waiting for him to make a mistake. But when a case hits closer to home than anyone expected, Sky and Nani are forced to work together, their clashing personalities and buried secrets threatening to unravel them both. Will the squad uncover the truth behind Nani's past, or will the shadows he's running from consume him before he gets the chance?

Nani Hirunkit is the school's most charming headache-late to class, out of uniform, and usually found napping on the rooftop or sneaking smokes behind the gym. Sky Wongravee, the beloved student council president, is everything Nani can't stand: responsible, respected, and constantly surrounded by admirers he coolly turns down. When Nani's mischief earns him a disciplinary camp run by none other than Sky's council, their rivalry sparks into something neither of them saw coming-something sweet, something annoying, something that just might be love. In the chaos of school festivals, late-night heart-to-hearts, and unexpected jealousy, Sky and Nani stumble from enemies to something dangerously close to lovers. High school is full of rules, but falling in love might be the one they both want to break.

Sky and Nani are best friends, both nursing heartbreak from loving people who don't love them back. One night, after one of them has too many drinks and too much pain, they fall into bed together. It's not about love--it's about drowning out the ache, about pretending, just for a little while, that they are wanted. Then it happens again, and again. And what's the excuse this time? They won't say. Until it becomes a habitual distraction, and suddenly, excuses become trivial. But how long will it take for one of them to fall in love with the other and forget about the person they were supposed to love?