Four med students, four love stories! Sweet, funny, weird, and heartbreaking-it's a wild ride with the four couples from Fourever You: The Series. Love grows, stumbles, and surprises in every chapter. Buckle up.

This is a fanfiction inspired by Fourever You characters by Howlsairy and the rom-com series, Mischievious Kiss/ It all started by a Kiss An earthquake destroys North Rattanakosin's home, forcing him and his mom to move in with the Thammasaks-a wealthy family with an infuriatingly perfect son, Johan. To make matters worse, Johan also happens to be North's aloof and annoyingly attractive schoolmate. Their awkward new dynamic is sealed with an accidental kiss that leaves North flustered and Johan as calm as ever. But living under the same roof brings more stolen moments and unexpected closeness, making North question whether those sparks between them are something more than just coincidence. Sometimes, love doesn't just knock-it crashes in when you least expect it. Note; There may be mature, intimate scenes in the later chapters

North, Easter, Daotok, and Typhoon-heirs to the country's most powerful families-live lives scheduled down to the minute. From 6AM fencing lessons to 10PM skincare routines, every move is calculated. They have everything... except freedom. Groomed for perfection, praised for obedience, and emotionally constipated, when they were forced to get engaged.. they run away! Enter Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-the countryside's golden boys-have just reopened their family's long-forgotten seaside resort after a few renovations, hoping to build something real with their own hands. They're sun-kissed, effortlessly charming, and emotionally fluent-walking, talking proof that you don't need money to be rich in life. What begins as awkward introductions and mismatched chores turns into a full-blown hurricane of cultural clashes, emotional meltdowns, and romantic disasters. With every stolen glance and accidental touch, the lines blur between obligation and desire, expectation and freedom. One group has money. The other has heart. But neither is ready for what love's about to do to them. Let the chaos begin.

Johan Ratchata had everything - money, power, and a smirk that made people crumble. As the cold, calculated CEO of Ratchata Enterprises, he commanded boardrooms and bedrooms alike. But beneath the sharp suits and sharper eyes lay a man haunted - by the ghost of a boy with sunshine in his smile and fire in his words. North wasn't his. Never had been. But for the past three years, Johan had been trying - and failing - to forget him. North Natchanan was chaos in human form: loud, fearless, and endlessly loyal to his ride-or-die crew - Nao, Easter, Daotok, and Typhoon. He had zero time for drama and even less for heartbreak. Between cracking jokes and standing up for his friends, North was busy loving his girlfriend JahJah and dreaming big, unaware that a storm named Johan was about to enter his world. And when fire meets ice - hearts will burn. Let the games begin.

The Chaos Team shares iced drinks on a porch; The Elite Four share expensive coffee in a penthouse

The south has always belonged to Bever Patsapon Jansuppakitkun-a name spoken with fear and respect. Cold, calculating, untouchable. His word can raise empires or bury bloodlines. When a violent power shift threatens his territory, Bever finds unexpected calm in Tonliew Methaphat Chimkul, a soft-spoken outsider who runs a small café near the port-gentle hands, quiet voice, too innocent for the city's darkness. Tonliew becomes Bever's secret solace-someone who sees the man beneath the gunmetal crown. But as attacks grow more coordinated, Bever realizes his enemies seem to know every move before he makes it. Someone is feeding information, and the south begins to burn.

Fourever You one shots

Fourever You one shots

At Sattravadee Institute of Excellence, power isn't earned-it's inherited. Welcome to Thailand's most elite private school, where status is defined by the Four Aces: Spades for leadership, Hearts for charm, Diamonds for innovation, and Clubs for tradition. These circles are more than social hierarchies-they're dynasties of influence, wealth, and legacy. And at the top of them all stands Johan Vareya: cold, calculating, and the untouchable heir to the Ace of Spades. Then comes North Nirandkul. A rebellious transfer student with a rap sheet of suspensions, a silver tongue, and a past no amount of money can cover up. When North is denied entry into any of the Aces and thrown into The Jokers-a rank for outcasts and troublemakers-he doesn't kneel. He fights back. Johan should have dismissed him. But something about North-his fire, his defiance, his refusal to be owned-makes him impossible to ignore. Their rivalry crackles with tension, a game of power and control neither intends to lose. But as the lines between hate and hunger begin to blur, something dangerous starts to bloom in the shadows of tradition and legacy. In a world where image is everything and power is law, what happens when the house of cards begins to burn?

"A phantom garden blooms within the mind" Disclaimer This fan fiction, inspired by Howlsairy's "North: How Much Is Your Love?" and other works, focuses on Johan North. While Johan North originates from Howlsairy's original story.