No choice But you

The chaos by hacker.....

The assistant obeyed quickly, not wanting to test William's temper.

When the set quieted again, William finally opened his tablet.

 A file titled 'Est — Supha Sangaworawong ' glowed on the screen.

 William's sharp eyes scanned through every word.

> Name: 'Est — Supha Sangaworawong

>Age: 20(omega)

>date of birth:19-05-2005

>Smell : sandalwood and jasmine.

>Height : 180cm

>Education: 2nd year Computer Science student, Bangkok University

>Mother: Deceased

>Stepmother: Alive, pushing him into an arranged marriage for financial shares. 

>Behavioral Notes: Resistant. Sassy. Stubborn.

William leaned back in his chair, one brow raised.

 A college student? Forced marriage? His lips pressed into a line.

 But strangely, there was no mention — nothing, not even a whisper — about Est's hacking.

And then his gaze fell to the attached photo.

Est, in casuals, probably clicked by someone during a college event. mischievous smirk, eyes that carried something unreadable.

 His beauty wasn't polished like celebrities — it was raw, unpredictable, the kind that pulled attention without permission.

William stared at it longer than he should have.

 Five minutes passed, the world dulling around him. 

Pretty doesn't even cover it... how the hell can someone look like this? His thumb hovered over Est's phone number listed in the file. 

Temptation whispered.

But before he could spiral further, Director's voice snapped him back: "William! Ready for next scene? No dreamy face on my set, please. Save that for Gucci fans."

William blinked, closed the file slowly, and put his mask of composure back on. But inside, a new fire was lit.

The mall was packed to its edges. Fans had been waiting since morning, banners raised high, screaming his name in unison as though it were a chant of worship.

 William's fandom wasn't just big in Thailand—it was the kind of force that made headlines everywhere. Some called it an empire in itself, the most powerful in the country and one of the strongest in the world.

Reporters often asked him about it, and once in an interview, when someone had questioned "What's the craziest thing your fans have ever done for you?" William had only smiled, leaned back, and answered smoothly,"If I pick one, they'll only come back with something even crazier. Better I keep quiet."

Now, as he arrived at the Gucci launch, the air changed. 

Camera flashes went off like a storm, every click chasing his face, his every step.

 Dressed sharp and commanding, William didn't rush.

 He walked with that steady confidence, shoulders straight, gaze calm, the aura of someone untouchable. The closer he came, the louder the screams became, echoing through glass walls, shaking even the staff who tried to keep order.

Every step said he was William—not just an actor, not just a star, but a presence. The kind you couldn't ignore, even if you wanted to.

The mall was packed, fans screaming their lungs out, security lines tight as if guarding the Prime Minister.

 William was inside the Gucci launch, cameras flashing nonstop, his aura radiating untouchable elegance. The world outside was spinning around him.

But on the other side of the same mall, Est walked in with his friends like he owned the floor.

 He didn't even glance at the chaos of fangirls or the sea of posters—his life was already enough of a circus. 

His hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, lips set in a half-annoyed pout, he muttered, "All this drama for a bag? My life's cursed, can't even stay happy for one damn minute."

Tam and Tose followed right behind him like two loud bodyguards no one asked for.

Est sat on the fitting room couch, arms folded, looking like he was about to break into the designer's Wi-Fi rather than try on another overpriced suit. 

His phone was half-hidden in his palm, screen glowing with lines of code.

"Bro, you're literally at a Gucci fitting and you're coding like some undercover agent," Tose said, rolling his eyes.

 "Do you even know how to spell 'fashion'?"

Tam leaned over Est's shoulder dramatically, pretending to squint at the screen. 

"Hacking again? God save us. One day this idiot is going to hack into NASA just to see if they have better wallpapers."

Est didn't even look up. "NASA's firewall is trash. Already been there."

Both Tam and Tose groaned so loud the designer flinched.

"Do you hear yourself?"  Tose laughed.

 "Normal people stress about exams or girlfriends. You stress about... passwords."

Tam added, "He'll probably marry a firewall before he marries a person."

Finally, Est glanced up with that trademark pouty face, tossing his phone onto the couch. 

"You two are like a virus I can't debug. Can't a man enjoy his hobbies in peace?"

Tam and Tose high-fived, grinning. "Hobbies? Bro, hacking isn't your hobby. It's your toxic relationship."

Est clicked his tongue, turning back to the mirror with fake applause. "Wow, clap for yourselves. Thailand's next stand-up comedians."