When Tee's ex invites him to a huge party (with a *new* partner), he refuses to show up single and miserable. So he turns to Dew - the most unexpected person on campus - and begs him to pretend to be his boyfriend for the night. Dew agrees, but only under one condition: "We sell it. No holding back." Suddenly, they're *holding hands in front of everyone,* leaning too close, and kissing like they've been together forever. It's supposed to be fake. But the more Dew touches Tee like he means it... The harder it gets to pretend they're not falling apart inside. Now they're tangled in feelings neither planned for - and neither of them wants to be the first to say: "I don't want to fake it anymore!"

When artsy chaos meets campus royalty, sparks fly - and clothes come off. Dew Jirawat is the calm, untouchable architecture major everyone wants - and nobody can get close to. But when the university dorm assigns him a roommate, his perfectly quiet life crashes headfirst into Tee Vitheepanich: a performing arts student with zero boundaries, loud music, tight shorts, and a mouth that won't shut up. Not until it's moaning. Roommates turned rivals turned... something else. Something hotter. Something neither of them is ready for - especially when feelings get involved. Across the hall, Almond and Progress are living their own disaster - sneaking into each other's beds under the illusion of "just fun," until jealousy and stolen kisses change the rules. And in the library's quiet corners, Joong and Dunk keep their relationship hidden from the world. Dunk is still a freshman. Joong is about to graduate. It's not the right time. But how do you ignore the one person who feels like home? Between shared showers, campus gossip, messy hookups, late-night confessions, and steamy secrets - love might be the only thing none of them expected to study.

DewTee oneshot The cover photo is from tiktok , credit to the owner All story's are just made up

"Bahkan ketika aku mempunyai banyak pilihan, aku akan tetap memilih kamu dan memeluk kamu dengan erat"

"I said no, you're not coming into the shower with me." Dew stood in his cramped dorm bathroom, glaring at the foggy mirror. Behind him, a transparent figure leaned against the tiled wall, arms crossed, smirking. "Why not? I'm dead, not a pervert," Tee replied, floating up a little just to sit cross-legged in the air. "Also, I've seen it. Nothing to hide." Dew grabbed the towel tighter around his waist. "Tee." "Dew." "Out." "Fine," Tee sighed, phasing through the door like it was made of mist. "You're no fun. If I had a body, I'd haunt someone with better abs anyway." Dew groaned. College life was hard enough without a hot, annoying ghost crashing your daily routine. And yet, there was something about Tee's presence that was starting to feel...less like a haunting, and more like something he didn't want to lose.