A few days later—
The air in Thailand was heavier than Seoul. Warm & still. The moment William stepped off the plane, his chest tightened with fear, with the weight of returning.
He hadn’t been here in over a month. Not since the night he ran away.
Est didn’t speak the entire ride from the private terminal to his estate. He didn’t need to. His presence was grounding enough. Silently protective. Every time William glanced his way, Est was already looking. Just once, just long enough for William to feel safe.
The gates opened with a quiet hum.
A sprawling villa, high walls, moonlight kissing white marble. It wasn’t opulence that made William pause, it was how… untouched it felt. Like Est hadn’t let anyone else in.
Ever.
Inside, the air smelled like lemongrass and warm wood.
William walked to the living room and stood there, shoes still on. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t be here.”
Est walked past him and knelt down, to gently take off William’s shoes. One by one. Carefully.
“You’re here,” Est said, voice low but calm. “That’s all that matters.”
And for a moment, William couldn’t breathe. His knees wobbled. His throat tightened.
Est didn’t move.
Just looked up at him like he was something sacred.
Later that night, William found Est at the long wooden table in his study, dressed down in a plain grey shirt, sleeves rolled & a pen in hand. Writing something.
“What is that?”
“Protection,” Est replied without looking up.
William stepped closer. The paper held neat, bold strokes in Thai. The header bore Est’s official seal.
To: Tan Group Entertainment and Affiliates…
This is a formal declaration from the Office of the Minister…
William froze. “You’re threatening them?”
“I’m stating facts,” Est said coolly. “They won’t come near you again.”
“P'Est…”
“You don’t need to beg for your own life anymore.”
The silence was thick.
Then,
“Why are you doing this?” William asked, voice brittle. “Why… me?”
Est stood up and walked over slowly, Gently.
And wrapped his arms around William from behind.
Not to hold him down, not to trap but to anchor. Warmly Strong enough to make him feel safe.
William gasped but didn’t pull away.
“Because I love you, and I always have,” Est whispered against his neck. “Because your father made you believe you had no choice. But you do. You always did.”
William’s hands trembled. His body leaned back just slightly. Just enough for his head to rest against Est’s chest.
The wall he built for years finally crashing down slowly.
And Est? For a moment, he couldn’t breathe either. Years of obsession, devotion, guilt, and longing. Finally, William was in his arms. Not resisting. Not pretending. Just… there.
The night was quieter than usual.
Thailand’s crickets chirped like a faraway lullaby outside the tall glass doors of Est’s balcony, while inside, the glow of William’s phone screen lit up his face in blue.
He’d been staring at it for hours.
Reading, scrolling, deleting.
Thousands of messages. Some worried. Some angry. Some broken.
His fandom was in chaos.
And he… had no idea what to say.
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Fanfiction"You're running away from your wedding in a hoodie?" "And you're wearing sunglasses inside a plane. Who's the freak here?" William, a popular Thai idol, runs away on his wedding day to avoid an arranged marriage. On a flight to South Korea, he meets...
