FOREVER
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Last published Sat, May 2, 2026
Aou Thanaboon Kiatniran the popular,kind and school heartrob fell inlove with one of his junior whom he bump into accidentally,Boom Jiratchapong Jitaraphol ...the prettiest Omega in campus...but Boom doesn't like him back because he was cheated by his ex bf and was still healing from his breakup,but Aou being Aou doesn't stop trying to persuade him,even Boom's friends helps Aou trying win over Boom.
But would Boom accept him? Even if he did would Boom brothers would allow him? Find out more...
( ! This story is just a fanfiction of Aouboom and does not occur in real life ! )
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