They're the internet's favorite secret. Santa, the bubbly dancer whose food challenges hide a nervous heart. Perth, the cool rocker whose garage sessions can't drown out his quiet fears. Off-camera, they share a home, a life, and a love they've carefully kept on mute. But the internet is always watching. An accidental reflection, a matching bracelet, a look that lasts a second too long-their fans are connecting the dots, and the war between their fandoms is trending. As the evidence mounts and the pressure builds, Santa and Perth have to decide: how long can you keep love in the drafts before you have the courage to hit 'post'?

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Pond?" Perth said, his voice so low that Santa could already feel chills in his back. "What? What's wrong with that? I'm genuinely curious. Something happened to both of you. Santa was in heat and you were in your rut. Perfect to form a baby." "P-Pond... p-please stop," Santa whispered, softly pulling the hem of Pond's shirt. He was afraid Perth would attack him again like last time. "Perth, calm the fuck down. Our manager is coming; we don't want them to know about this, right?" Aou stood up. "Tell that to that brat! He's spouting nonsense!" Perth snapped, glaring at Pond. "Nonsense? I'm just curious. If that happens, would you really kick Santa out of the group?" "Stop, Pond, please," Santa pleaded. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to confirm it. "Santa will not have a baby," Aou stated, his voice cold and final. "If he got pregnant, we'll abort it. If he wants to keep it, then yes, I'll be more than happy to kick him out." -- Santa accidentally got pregnant. Perth, the father, doesn't want it. Their leader, Aou, gave the ultimatum. - - - So Santa ran away.

Dunk has been in love with Joong for as long as he can remember. From muddy childhood adventures to quiet nights in the college dorms, Dunk's heart has only known one rhythm - Joong. But things changed when Joong started dating Prim, the beautiful, kind girl who's everything Dunk is not. Now Dunk is stuck watching the person he loves build a life without him. At first, he brushes off the cough as stress. College is draining, after all. But then come the petals. First, a few - pale lilac, soft and trembling in the sink. Then more. Dunk knows the stories. He's read about Hanahaki. And he knows exactly why he's dying. #1 magicau

Dunk lives quietly, with a smile that hides more than anyone knows-not even his closest friends see what he's keeping buried. Joong, always by his side, starts to notice the cracks. Something's changing. And time might be running out.

These are purely fanfiction and I do not own the series or characters. This is a characters from the original book by Howlsairy and from Fourever you series. **************************************************** North learned long ago that love was a liability. Once a promising doctor and half of a celebrated campus couple, his world collapsed when his lover Johan disappeared behind an arranged engagement and the weight of a powerful family. Betrayed and devastated, North resigned, cut all ties, and fled to Boston to rebuild his future-leaving his heart sealed shut. Years later, fate intervenes on Route 44. Arthit, a renowned professional motorcycle racer, is rushed into the hospital after a devastating crash. Under North's care, duty blurs into something far more dangerous when Arthit falls in love for the first time-and refuses to let North remain distant. Cold and guarded, North resists him, especially when Johan reappears, desperate for redemption. But Arthit is everything Johan was not-bold, honest, and unafraid to fight for love-and he may be the one who proves that some hearts are worth racing for again.

Dunk crashes the wrong penthouse for a hookup and meets Joong, a CEO who mistakes him for an escort and fucks him senseless. When post coital guilt hits, Joong offers cash or rescue from the streets. Dunk plays along, because he's the master of chaos. Teasing, smut and fluff. Spicy comedy with ropes and whips, dubious consent, and a bit of drama. 18+ only.

In a world where omegas are rare and often "matched" through dowries, Joong, a lonely alpha with modest means, never imagined he'd find someone like Dunk. When a matchmaker presents him with an older, clever, and self-assured omega, Joong thinks he's merely rescuing Dunk from a less-than-ideal fate-but the omega proves to be far more than he expected. As Dunk settles into Joong's home, he quickly establishes himself as both indispensable and irresistible. Their days fill with flirtation, laughter, domestic chaos, and tender vulnerability, as they navigate pride, grief, and the boundaries of trust.

Some nights exist only to be misunderstood. They wear loud music and dim lights like disguises, convincing people that nothing important can happen under neon and spilled drinks. They pretend to be forgettable. Disposable. A pause between ordinary days. But fate has always loved crowded rooms. It likes witnesses. It likes chaos. It likes when people aren't paying attention Joong didn't believe in destiny. He believed in momentum. Life, to him, was a series of impulses stitched together by charm and instinct. You leaned forward, smiled first, spoke faster than your doubt. If you hesitated, you lost. If you joked, people stayed. If you left before things got serious, no one could hurt you. This philosophy had worked beautifully so far. Tonight, however, was not his idea of beautiful. He was wedged into a booth at the corner of the bar, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against a sweating glass. Across from him sat heartbreak in human form, mascara smudged, voice trembling, telling the same story for the fourth time. "He went to her," his friend, Pond said, breath hitching dramatically, "like I wasn't even there." Joong nodded. Again. Supportively. He had mastered this nod. It said I hear you without promising I agree. The bar hummed around them. Laughter burst and dissolved. Someone cheered near the dance floor. The bass vibrated through the floorboards, steady and insistent, like a second heartbeat. Joong leaned back, scanning the room out of habit more than interest. He catalogued exits. People. Energy. It was a survival instinct disguised as casual observation. Pond sniffed, gripping his wrist suddenly, "he's here." Joong's gaze snapped back. "Here as in... here here?" He nodded, eyes glinting with wounded determination. "I wouldn't lie about that." That, at least, was true. He leaned closer, lowering her voice like they were plotting a crime. "I want him to feel it. Just once. What he did to me."

Joong has two problems. One: His ex-boyfriend is marrying his cousin. Two: His grandma will hand the family empire to said cousin unless Joong proves he's in a serious relationship. Naturally, the solution is to hire a fake boyfriend. Enter Dunk: barista, blunt-tongued, gorgeous, and alarmingly good at kissing like he means it. Joong expected this to be business-only. A few hand-holds, some couple selfies, pretend-giggling. No feelings. No... moaning in expensive bathrooms. But Dunk is too calm, too honest, too firm with those hands and that voice. And Joong? Joong's forgetting this is fake. Especially when Dunk says things like: "If we're going to sell it, we better kiss again. Practice, right?" A fake relationship. A nosy family. One wedding, endless sexual tension, and a hundred chances to fall stupidly in love. Warning: May contain intense hand-holding, emotionally blunt tops, closet makeouts, surprise orgasms, and one (1) very betrayed cat.

Divorced but still in love, Dunk and Joong collide at a family dinner three years later. Old sparks fly