It was supposed to be just a job. A gig. Two actresses playing a couple on screen, selling a story, doing the whole 'promo smile, red carpet pose, rinse and repeat' routine. Not the headlines, not the hashtags, and definitely not the feelings. But then, there was that kiss... What followed wasn't part of the plan. And definitely not in the script. But when two people spend enough time pretending to be in love, sometimes the acting starts to feel a little too real. What begins as fanservice turns into something harder to fake. The teasing stops being for the cameras. The tension stops being just good acting. And somewhere between interviews, rehearsals, and stolen glances, the line between "real" and "acting" blurs. It's slow and it's messy. It's full of feelings they tried to ignore. Something they can't name. Almost love. Almost honest. Almost Always. If you're into slow burns, accidental closeness, and that feeling when two people are clearly falling for each other but refuse to admit it... this one is for you... 📌✦ Author's Rights Notice ✦ This story is an original work. All characters, plot, and emotional mess came from my imagination. Please don't repost, copy, translate, or rewrite it without permission. Non-commercial fan content (such as edits, fan art, playlists, etc.) is welcome with credit. If you're unsure, feel free to reach out. Thanks for reading, sharing, and supporting slowburns that hurt in the best way. 🫶 mikazuki__ , 2025 🌒

Eng ver of Thước Phim Thừa, translated by ChatGPT The world of showbiz has never been a place of peace. Beneath the dazzling lights and thundering applause lie countless secrets. Secret affairs, hidden rivalries, fabricated smiles-everything is part of a play that never ends. Namtan, an A-list star branded as the "red flag" of the industry, carries endless rumors of scandalous romances. Film, a rising B-list actress, once had her career crushed by Namtan. Milk, a bold stylist, and Love, a gentle photographer, are entangled in messy affairs of the heart. Emi, a sharp-witted PR manager, and Bonnie, an innocent trainee-their seemingly tender bond becomes swept up in scandals with no escape. Together, they are drawn into a new whirlpool of light and shadow, where love and hatred intertwine-and every name called under the spotlight could strike like a blade.

Emi has spent her whole life behind walls-quiet, calculated, and cold. As a high-end fashion designer in Bangkok, she's known for her precision, her talent, and her silence. She doesn't do small talk. She doesn't believe in love. She doesn't let anyone close. Then Bonnie walks in-an intern with too much warmth in her smile and too much kindness in her hands. She's loud, she's clumsy, and she asks questions Emi's never had to answer. At first, Emi tries to keep her at a distance. But Bonnie, with her soft persistence and unexpected strength, starts breaking through. Little by little, Emi begins to feel things she's long buried. But love doesn't come without consequences. And Emi has never learned how to be vulnerable-until Bonnie makes her want to be. This is a story of slow healing, gentle love, and how sometimes, the brightest person walks into your life when you're convinced you don't deserve the light.

When struggling waitress Bonnie Pattraphus collapses from exhaustion on a Bangkok street, she's unexpectedly rescued by Emi Thasorn, a ruthless young CEO with a heart buried beneath layers of cold ambition. What begins as an act of reluctant kindness spirals into a dangerous entanglement of power, secrets, and slow-burning desire. Two women from opposite worlds-one with everything, one with nothing-will discover that sometimes the most fragile strings pull the hardest.

Emi Thasorn was born to inherit an empire - cold, controlled, and unbending. Bonnie Pattraphus was born with nothing but a scholarship, a night job, and a quiet fire in her heart. They were never meant to cross paths. But fate - and a twist of jealousy - dragged them into each other's orbit. At an elite university built on power and silence, Bonnie's light draws people in. Including Namtan, Emi's childhood best friend. As Bonnie starts finding her place, Emi begins to unravel, haunted by a possessiveness she refuses to name. In a world where image is everything, love is a risk - and choosing the heart means walking away from the legacy written in stone. A story of quiet glances, late-night confessions, betrayal, and healing. Of two girls who should've stayed strangers... but chose to become each other's home instead.

Bonnie Patrapphus finally gets everything she ever dreamed of: a place at the prestigious Chulalongkorn University, a golden art-faculty tie around her neck, and the bright, buzzing energy of campus life welcoming her with open arms. But there's one problem. A big one. Room 114. More specifically-the girl who owns it. Emi, the infamous fourth-year medical student, known across Lily Dorm as the Ice Witch, has lived alone in Room 114 for years. Rumor says she's chased away ten roommates. Rumor also says she has no patience, no warmth, and absolutely no intention of sharing her space with anyone-especially not a cheerful, sleepwalking junior with a habit of cuddling whatever she bumps into at night. From day one, Bonnie and Emi clash: "I said don't touch my things." "And I said calm down, I only breathed near it." Cold shoulders, sharp banter, petty arguments about lamps and laundry schedules-Bonnie's life becomes a daily roller coaster of trying not to argue...and then arguing anyway. And somehow, through all that frost, Bonnie starts noticing small cracks in Emi's walls. And Emi starts noticing... things she really shouldn't. Like how Bonnie's smile softens the whole room. Or how her sleepwalking ends with her curled against Emi like a kitten. Or how her laugh sticks in Emi's mind longer than it should. But the real chaos begins when Phuwin-a handsome, popular senior-starts showing interest in Bonnie. Suddenly Emi's coldness turns into something sharper. Something Bonnie can't name. Snippet: "So... Phuwin helped you carry your bag again?" Emi mutters, not looking up from her textbook. "Yeah? He's just being nice," Bonnie says, confused. Emi snaps her book shut. "He's not 'just nice.' Guys don't smile like that unless they want something." Bonnie blinks. "Why do you care?" "I don't." "...But your jaw is tensing." "No it's not."