BL Novel "Nai Hia Bok Mai Chop Dek" by Nang Sao Phop. I translated it through Apple Translate. It may not be good, but just highlight it and let me know when you find errors. I have not read it yet because I am trying to finish my current book.

Life can be long if you're immortal. And too short if you're not careful. Johan has spent centuries walking the earth and thought he'd already experienced everything. But when he meets North, his immortality has never seemed so endless.

Joong and Dunk are BL co-stars whose intense on-screen chemistry hides a secret. What started as a drunken mistake turned into something more. Almost a routine but unspoken. What if one night Joong realizes he? Dunk learns the truth he's always been avoiding, too afraid to admit to it. Could they be more than what they believe they can be?

Eleven years. That's how long Cirrus Rueng has to sit with his rage. After the man he tried to become destroyed him, after the pretty boy with the sharp smile buried him in a Bangkok courtroom, Cirrus enters prison consumed by hatred. For Noeul. For Boss. For everyone who looked at him and saw a monster wearing borrowed skin. But prison has other plans. Seth Tirwan, a warden with cruel eyes and an unexplained grudge, seems determined to break him. Phayu, another officer, is harder to read-not cruel, not kind, just watchful. And then there's Phu. Short for Phukan. Twenty-four years old. A behavioral specialist with a shock of blonde hair and the unsettling habit of looking at Cirrus like he's something worth consuming. He's talkative, shameless, and disturbingly familiar-the spitting image of the man who ruined Cirrus's life. He follows Cirrus everywhere. Talks constantly. Touches without permission. And when Cirrus finally snaps, putting his hands around Phu's throat, the smaller man just smiles and says it turns him on. Cirrus doesn't understand what Phu wants. He doesn't understand why Phu keeps coming back, keeps pushing, keeps refusing to be scared away. But buried beneath the rage, beneath the obsession with Noeul and the life he lost, something else is waking up. Something that looks less like revenge and more like surrender. And somewhere in the shadows of this story, Prim waits-a woman whose past is tangled with Cirrus's in ways he can't yet imagine. How do you let go of a ghost? How do you become someone new when the old you is all anyone ever sees? And what happens when the person who should be your enemy becomes the only one who makes you feel alive? Inspired by the world of Boss & Noeul from season 1, but this is Cirrus's story now. And it's only just beginning. PLEASE READ THE SEASON 1 'MY BOSS AND HIS REFLECTION' TO GET THE FULL CONTEXT

The heavy door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the grand room. North was gone. Johan stood frozen, the harsh words still ringing in his ears, a cruel symphony of rejection. "I never wanted this marriage... I will never love you... My heart belongs to someone else... to me, you're nothing." Each phrase was a fresh stab, twisting in the wound of his already aching heart. He'd known, deep down. He'd seen the way North's eyes never quite met his, the subtle flinches, the distant politeness that felt colder than outright hostility. But to hear it articulated so starkly, so brutally, stripped away any lingering illusions. This wasn't a misunderstanding or a temporary dislike. This was an absolute, unequivocal declaration of no love, no future, no hope. The lavish room, meant to be a symbol of their new life, now felt like a gilded cage. Every opulent detail, from the heavy drapes to the intricate carvings on the mantelpiece, seemed to mock his one-sided devotion. He was a husband in name, but in North's eyes, he was less than a stranger-a nothing

Ten years. 3,650 days. A lifetime of bestfriends and nothing more. "In all our years together," Dunk started "I didn't know you liked guys​" "I didn't know I did," Joong responded, "Until I met Fluke."​ "Wait..." Dunk's voice cracked "So you mean, we've shared everything together for years? We've slept in the same bed, Joong. My head has been on your shoulder more times than I can count, and you didn't feel that spark with me? Not even once?" "Dunk... I've just never thought of you in that way. You're clearly gorgeous, But I just don't see you in a romantic way" "Are you saying Fluke is more attractive than me? Is he better than me? Is that why you could feel it with him in a few months, but not with me in ten years?" "Dunk... this is ridiculous, i don't get why it bothers you that you're not my type" "Is... is there something wrong with me, Joong?" "There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect. But why do you suddenly care? You've never thought of me in that way either, Dunk. Not once in ten years did you look at me and want more. You never minded the fact that I didn't think of you like that why now? he laughed "I just..." Dunk started "You're my best friend. That's the box I put you in." "Don't pretend you mind being 'not my type' just because you're bored with your girlfriend." ​"I'm not bored," Dunk whispered.. ​"I have to go now. Fluke might get lonely if I leave him too long." The silence Joong left behind wasn't just empty-it was insulting. Bored. The word felt like a slap. Joong really thought this was about View? That Dunk was just looking for a distraction from a stale relationship? He was gorgeous. He was perfect. But he wasn't the type. It wasn't heartbreak-it was a sting to his ego. After a decade of being Joong's everything, he was suddenly just the guy who didn't make the cut. ​"You said I wasn't your type, Joong Archen? Well, suddenly... I mind."

Johan Vitsavkorn lived a double life, commanding both a corporate empire and a powerful underworld syndicate. Though he was a mafia leader, he operated with a unique moral code: he was a protector who shielded the weak and provided for the poor. For years, Johan believed his altruism was merely a cold obligation of his station. However, he eventually reached a turning point where his actions were no longer driven by duty, but by love. Despite his attempts to remain detached, he could no longer ignore the pull of his heartstrings.

Dunk, a man with bruises he can't explain, walks into a host club asking for one night of feeling desired. No questions. No light. Just a stranger's hands to remind him he's beautiful. He didn't expect to come back. The host, Joong didn't expect to wait for him.

At Saint Regent University, wealth is a weapon, and reputation is a death sentence. Behind marble pillars and the encrypted shadows of "The Regent Pulse," the world's elite play a game where the only rule is survival. Dunk Natachai, the "Prince of Law," is back after a year of self-imposed exile in New York. He fled to escape a mistake that could ruin him: a night of forbidden passion with Joong Archen, the ruthless King of the Business Faculty and the fiancé of Dunk's own stepsister. Dunk returns with a colder heart and a single goal-to reclaim his independence. But at Saint Regent, you don't just walk away from a man like Joong. By trying to provoke the "beast" to gain his freedom, Dunk inadvertently triggers a high-stakes war that threatens to set the entire campus ablaze. In a world of encrypted secrets, can Dunk outrun a man who owns the finish line? While the elite play for power, the campus is divided by a blood feud between the football and basketball teams. At the center are Phuwin, the clinical captain of the football team, and Pond, the hot-headed leader of the basketball squad. Their mutual hatred is legendary, but a housing error forces them into the ultimate nightmare: sharing a dorm room. When one explosive night shifts their rivalry from the court to the sheets, they strike a dangerous deal-an "enemies with benefits" contract. But in a school built on lies, the hardest thing to fake is the truth. Warning: a lot off 18+ content

The company where Dunk worked being taken over by another never made him think it would turn into... all of this. Having to tell his team they wouldn't be staying and watching new people come in was making it incredibly hard for him to keep his smile in place, something that rarely happened. But that's not all. The new boss is insufferable... and his what, assistant? Secretary? Just as idiotic. The only good thing is that he's gained a perfect employee. A ten. Too bad he disappears every other minute, as if he had something better to do...