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Bank Mondop Heamtan. A white porcelain skinned boy with obvious France genetic face, 25 years old senior softie. Mos Panuwat Sopradit. A tanned skinned boy with his Greek God structure face, 22 years old junior troublemaker.
Banky isn't just from ANY kind of rich family, he's from the most successful, powerful and peaceful Mafia family. He doesn't want people to fear or treat him any different from other people so he hid his families career so others thought he's just another rich transferred kid from another country thanks to his foreign face.
Mos, the troublemaker but a smart student in their university so the lecturers cant do much about him as long as he didn't tarnish the university's name.
One fateful day, Banky on his way home, but he feels like someone is following him from behind the whole day. "What are you getting from following me the whole day?" asked Bank pissed. "I don't know.. Your number maybe?" smirk the tall handsome boy finally revealed himself. Why is that?