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The fan meeting was electric, the room buzzing with cheers and the occasional squeal every time Fort and Peat made eye contact. Sitting side by side on the brightly lit stage, the two actors answered questions and laughed, their chemistry lighting up the entire hall.
Peat tried to focus on the fan in front of him, a girl nervously holding out a photo for him to sign, but Fort’s hand brushed against his beneath the table. Peat flinched, a small, sharp inhale escaping his lips.
Fort grinned, his signature mischievous smirk. "Relax," he mouthed, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
Unable to help himself, Peat glanced sideways, only to find Fort already staring, his gaze soft and unguarded.
The fans didn’t miss a thing. The moment was captured on multiple phones, but Fort didn’t seem to care. His boldness peaked when he leaned over mid-photo session, pressed a quick kiss to Peat’s cheek, and said, “For luck.”
The crowd erupted into screams and applause.
Peat froze, his face going crimson. “You’re impossible,” he muttered through clenched teeth, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
As the fan meeting wrapped up, the internet went into a frenzy.
Nation’s favorite BL pairing, FortPeat, sent fans into meltdown mode at their latest fan meeting, where sparks were undeniably flying.
Peat Wasuthorn, dressed in a sleek white button-down that clung perfectly to his lean frame, looked effortlessly handsome. The actor’s soft smile and subtle shyness had the room swooning. Fort Thitipong, however, seemed intent on stealing the show—and Peat’s attention. Dressed in a fitted black blazer, Fort exuded confidence, his every glance at Peat dripping with something fans couldn’t quite put their fingers on.
But it wasn’t just Fort’s gaze that fans noticed. A particular moment, where Fort kissed Peat’s cheek and whispered to him, left the audience in a frenzy. Photos of the exchange have gone viral, sparking heated discussions online.
[+12,394, -213] Peat is just TOO gorgeous. His shy smile when Fort kissed him? I’m done. He’s so precious.
[+9,231, -121] Fort can’t even pretend anymore. Did you SEE the way he was looking at Peat the whole time? That’s not acting. That’s love.
[+7,843, -315] I don’t know if I should be jealous of Peat or Fort. Either way, I’m crying into my pillow tonight.
[+5,412, -89] Eyes do not lie. Fort’s gaze says everything he can’t say out loud. They are SO real, and no one can convince me otherwise.
[+3,319, -521] To the homophobes: “Just say you’re bitter because you’re single and move on.” Anyway, FortPeat forever!
[+2,145, -214] Fort was GAZING. Like, full-on smitten. Someone’s down BAD. Also, Peat, honey, button your shirt. You're driving us all insane.
[+1,984, -112] “Fort kissed him on the cheek” is going on my tombstone. Goodbye, world.
Fort didn’t bother to knock. He’d been here a thousand times before. As soon as he shut the door to Peat’s house, the carefully controlled smiles and playful banter he wore for the fans vanished.
Peat was leaning against the wall of his living room, scrolling through his phone, but his head shot up when Fort strode toward him with that familiar, predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Fort—”
Before he could finish, Fort was on him, pinning him against the wall. His hands gripped Peat’s wrists, holding them above his head as his body pressed flush against him. Peat gasped, his breath hitching as Fort’s lips ghosted over his ear.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Fort’s voice was low, rough, his breath warm against Peat’s skin.
Fort’s blazer was on the floor before the door even shut. His hands were on Peat, sliding under his shirt, gripping his waist, pulling him flush against his chest.
“Fort…” Peat’s voice was breathless, but the way his fingers fumbled at Fort’s collar told a different story.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Fort growled, pinning Peat against the wall. His lips found Peat’s jawline, then his neck, biting and kissing with a desperation that sent shivers down Peat’s spine.
Peat gasped as Fort’s knee pressed between his legs, forcing them apart. His back hit the wall with a dull thud, and Fort’s mouth was everywhere—his neck, his collarbone, his chest. Peat couldn’t even remember when Fort had unbuttoned his shirt, but it was hanging open now, exposing his skin to Fort’s wandering hands and lips.
“You kissed me in front of everyone,” Peat murmured, his voice trembling, though not from fear.
Fort smirked against Peat’s skin. “And I’d do it again,” he said, his voice low and rough, “but this? This is all mine.”
Peat’s head fell back against the wall, his fingers tangling in Fort’s hair as Fort’s lips found the sensitive spot just below his ear. “Fort…” he gasped, his voice breaking as heat surged through him.
Fort’s hands slid lower, gripping Peat’s hips and lifting him slightly. “Tell me to stop,” Fort said, his voice a challenge.
Peat didn’t. He couldn’t. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Fort’s waist and pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a kiss that was all hunger and no hesitation.
Their bodies moved together, every kiss and touch a release of the tension they’d been bottling up for weeks. Clothes fell to the floor, and the air was filled with soft moans and whispered names, the rest of the world fading away.
Peat stirred awake, the faint sunlight streaming through the curtains brushing his face. The room was warm, his body tucked snugly into Fort’s arms. His head rested on Fort’s chest, the steady rise and fall of it soothing. Fort was still sound asleep, his face relaxed in a way that the world rarely saw.
Peat propped himself up on his elbow, gazing down at Fort. His messy hair framed his face, and his lips were parted slightly in sleep. Peat traced a finger along Fort’s cheekbone, his touch feather-light.
This. This is peace.
But peace didn’t last long in their world. Peat sighed, carefully untangling himself from Fort’s hold. The man mumbled something incoherent in his sleep but didn’t wake.
Peat padded around the room, pulling on his scattered clothes and glancing back at Fort with a small, fond smile. He left a note on the bedside table.
Had to run. Busy schedule today. Eat something before you go back to bed. Call me when you wake up.
The sound of his phone buzzing stirred Fort awake. He blinked groggily, his hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed. It was empty, but the faint scent of Peat lingered.
He sat up, running a hand through his hair as he reached for his phone. A message from Peat greeted him. He smiled, reading it twice before throwing the blanket off and stretching.
Fort didn’t bother putting on more than his boxers as he shuffled into the kitchen. The remnants of last night were still evident—Peat’s mug in the sink, his shoes by the door. The toast on the counter wasn’t warm anymore, but it didn’t matter.
Fort grabbed his phone, angling it toward the toast as he took a bite, snapping a quick photo. He smirked at the sight of his bed hair in the frame, tapping the screen to add a caption.
He says I never eat breakfast. Are you happy now? 🍞
#FortFTS #ComeFortZon #BabyFeat
Fans were quick to notice the post, dissecting every detail in the background. But what sent the fandom into overdrive wasn’t the toast or Fort’s bed hair. It was the faint, unmistakable glimpse of Peat’s jacket draped over the back of the chair behind the fort.
Online Buzz: FortPeat Conspiracy
[+14,392, -319] WAIT. Is that Peat’s jacket from the fan meeting yesterday???
[+11,129, -112] Fort’s post is cute and all, but WHAT IS THAT IN THE BACKGROUND? Peat’s jacket? Coincidence? I think NOT.
[+8,102, -211] Fort, sweetie, we love you, but you’re not slick.
[+5,893, -19] This fandom is too powerful. It’s literally a jacket, but I believe it’s Peat’s. I don’t need proof.
[+4,238, -89] Imagine Peat leaving his clothes behind at Fort’s place. My heart is breaking, and I LOVE IT.
[+2,813, -212] He says I never eat breakfast. Translation: Peat scolded me this morning before leaving for his schedule. Don’t @ me.
Fort scrolled through the comments while sipping his coffee, a lazy grin on his face. His notifications were flooded with tags and theories, fans piecing together the puzzle with a mix of accuracy and absurdity.
The idea of them being found out didn’t scare him like it used to. He hated lying to the fans—hated pretending he didn’t love Peat the way he did. But the reality of their industry wasn’t kind.
Peat had always been cautious, more aware of the risks than Fort. For Peat, being with Fort wasn’t just a relationship—it was a balancing act, one slip away from disaster.
Fort’s phone buzzed again. A message from Peat.
Peat:
Did you have to post that? Fans are going crazy again.
Fort:
They’re just sharp. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like they know for sure.
Peat:
You’re impossible. Call me when you’re free.
Fort chuckled, tossing his phone onto the couch. His gaze lingered on Peat’s jacket for a moment before he grabbed it, burying his face in the fabric.
“Someday,” he murmured to himself.
Fort and Peat’s love story unfolded quietly after the filming of Love Sea , though it wasn’t without its challenges. Fort had fallen hard and fast during their months on set, his flirtatious charm masking a deep and earnest affection for Peat. Every stolen glance, playful tease, and late-night conversation only solidified Fort’s feelings, but Peat wasn’t so easily won over.
Peat, ever cautious and reserved, wasn’t sure if Fort’s attention was sincere or just part of his naturally flirty personality. He’d seen Fort charm countless people with ease and wasn’t ready to risk his heart on what he feared might be fleeting. Still, Fort’s persistence was unwavering. He sent thoughtful texts after wrap-ups, learned Peat’s coffee order by heart, and went out of his way to make Peat laugh during the most grueling shoots.
Even after the cameras stopped rolling, Fort didn’t give up. For a full year, he chased Peat—showing up unannounced with Peat’s favorite snacks, leaving little notes of encouragement when he knew Peat was stressed, and making sure Peat always felt seen and valued. Slowly but surely, Fort chipped away at Peat’s walls, proving his feelings were genuine.
It wasn’t until a wrap party reunion months after the series aired that Peat finally let his guard down. Fort had walked him home that night, and as they lingered at Peat’s doorstep, Peat turned to him, cheeks flushed, and said softly, “Maybe I’ve been falling for you too.”
Fort froze, then broke into the widest grin Peat had ever seen. “Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?” he teased, but his voice was warm, his eyes brimming with hope.
Peat rolled his eyes, but his small smile gave him away. “I guess I am.”
Fort didn’t waste another second. He pulled Peat into a kiss, the first of many, sealing the beginning of a love that had been building for so long. From that moment, they were inseparable, their connection growing stronger as they navigated both their private world and the public one that could never fully know the truth.
It was cold.
Peat tugged his hoodie tighter around himself as he stood outside the back entrance of his apartment building. The night air was biting, and the thin fabric did little to shield him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his breath visible in the crisp air.
Fort had been away for weeks, consumed by Trofi’s newest collection launch—a series of collaborations with major international brands. Between photoshoots in Paris, design meetings in Milan, and endless promotional events, Peat had barely seen or heard from him. Their schedules clashed horribly, leaving their only connection to hurried late-night texts and grainy video calls.
Peat sighed, checking his phone again.
Fort: I’m almost there. Wait for me.
Peat missed him. It wasn’t just about their physical distance—though that had been torturous enough. It was the absence of Fort’s easy laughter, his comforting presence, the way he could make Peat feel safe in a world that demanded so much from them both.
A low rumble of an engine pulled Peat from his thoughts. He turned as a sleek black car rolled into the alley. The familiar Fan-made chibi of Fort glinted on the grille, and Peat’s heart leapt.
Fort barely had the chance to put the car in park before Peat yanked the door open and slid inside, pulling him into a desperate kiss.
Fort groaned against Peat’s lips, his hands flying to cradle Peat’s face as their mouths moved together. The kiss was messy, frantic, a collision of teeth and tongues that spoke of weeks of pent-up longing.
“I missed you,” Peat whispered against Fort’s lips, his breath shaky.
Fort’s forehead pressed against Peat’s, his eyes closing. “I missed you more.”
Peat’s hands wandered to Fort’s hair, tugging gently as he leaned in to kiss him again. Fort chuckled, breaking the kiss to pepper small kisses across Peat’s cheeks, his nose, his jaw.
“You’ve gotten skinnier,” Fort murmured, his brows furrowing as he cupped Peat’s face. “Are you eating properly?”
“Look who’s talking,” Peat shot back, his fingers ghosting over the faint circles under Fort’s eyes. “You look exhausted. You didn’t even stop to rest after flying home, did you?”
“I couldn’t wait,” Fort admitted, his thumb brushing over Peat’s lips. “I needed to see you.”
Peat smiled softly, his eyes warm. “I’m here now, let’s go inside my Jum”
By the time they made it to Peat’s unit, Fort’s exhaustion was catching up with him. He dropped his travel bag near the door and sank onto Peat’s couch, his head falling back against the cushions.
“You should take a shower and rest,” Peat said, standing over him with a hand on his hip.
Fort smirked, reaching for Peat’s wrist and pulling him down onto his lap. “I’d rather spend time with you.”
Peat rolled his eyes but didn’t resist as Fort nuzzled his neck, pressing lazy kisses to his skin. “You’re impossible,” Peat muttered again, though the fondness in his tone betrayed him.
Fort’s hands roamed to Peat’s waist, pulling him closer. “Say it again,” he teased, his voice dropping.
“You’re—” Peat’s breath hitched as Fort’s lips trailed up to his ear, his hands sliding under Peat’s hoodie.
“I’m what?” Fort murmured, his voice a low growl.
“Exhausted,” Peat shot back, pushing Fort’s chest gently. “Shower. Now.”
Fort groaned dramatically, flopping back against the couch like a petulant child. “Come on, phi, just shower with me,” he whined, his lips curving into a teasing pout.
Peat raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed. “And risk us not actually showering? Absolutely not. You know how that’ll go.”
Fort grinned, leaning forward with a playful glint in his eyes. “Exactly my point.”
Peat sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fort…” His tone held a warning, though his lips twitched as if suppressing a smile. “If you’re not in that shower by the time I count to three, you can forget about touching me tonight. Got it?”
Fort’s grin faltered slightly. “Wait, wait—”
Peat held up a finger, already starting the countdown. “Three…”
“Phi, don’t do this!”
“Two…”
Fort shot up from the couch so fast he nearly tripped over his feet. “I’m going! I’m going!” he exclaimed, practically sprinting toward the bathroom.
Peat smirked to himself, shaking his head. “You’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though his fond smile lingered long after Fort disappeared behind the door
When Fort emerged, his hair damp and messy, Peat was waiting for him in bed, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone. He looked up as Fort approached, his eyes softening.
Fort slid under the covers, immediately pulling Peat into his arms. He buried his face in Peat’s hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell like home.”
Peat chuckled, leaning back against Fort’s chest. “You’re such a sap.”
Fort hummed in agreement, his hands wandering over Peat’s sides, his touch slow and deliberate. “I missed this. Just holding you.”
Peat tilted his head to look at him, his lips quirking into a smile. “Are you sure that’s all you missed?”
Fort grinned, his eyes darkening. “Not even close.”
Before Peat could respond, Fort rolled him onto his back, his lips finding Peat’s with a hunger that sent heat coursing through both of them. Their hands moved instinctively, tugging at each other’s clothes, eager to close every inch of distance between them.
“God, I missed you,” Fort murmured against Peat’s skin, his kisses trailing down his neck. “Every second I was gone, I thought about you.”
Peat’s fingers tangled in Fort’s hair, his breath hitching as Fort’s hands roamed lower. “Show me,” Peat whispered, his voice shaky.
And Fort did.
Fort’s hands slid under Peat’s shirt, the tips of his fingers grazing his bare skin. His touch was slow but deliberate, each stroke igniting a fire in its wake. Peat arched instinctively, his breath catching as Fort’s lips trailed from his jaw to the curve of his neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.
“You’re so perfect,” Fort whispered against his skin, his voice hoarse.
Peat shivered, the words sending a rush of heat through his body. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured, his hands wandering down Fort’s chest, his fingers lingering over the lines of muscle as if memorizing him all over again.
Fort pulled back for just a moment, his eyes locking onto Peat’s. His gaze was dark, filled with something raw and unrestrained. “Two weeks,” he said, his voice low, his hands sliding to Peat’s hips. “Two fucking weeks without you. Do you know how hard that was?”
Peat’s lips curved into a small, teasing smile. “I think I have some idea.”
Fort’s answering grin was wolfish, but there was no teasing in the way his lips claimed Peat’s again, more insistent this time. His hands made quick work of Peat’s shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside before his mouth moved lower, exploring the newly exposed skin.
Peat gasped as Fort’s lips brushed against his collarbone, the sensation heightened by the way Fort’s fingers skimmed along the waistband of his pajama pants.
“Fort…” Peat’s voice was barely a whisper, his hands gripping Fort’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Fort murmured, his voice husky as his lips moved lower, his tongue flicking over Peat’s nipple.
Peat’s answer was a breathless moan, his back arching into Fort’s touch.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Fort said with a grin, his hands finally sliding Peat’s pajama pants down, leaving him bare and vulnerable beneath him. Fort took a moment to look at him, his eyes roaming appreciatively over every inch of his boyfriend.
“You’re beautiful,” Fort said softly, his voice full of awe.
Peat’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t have time to respond before Fort’s lips were on him again, moving down his chest, past his stomach, until they hovered just above where Peat needed him most.
“Fort…” Peat’s voice broke, his fingers threading through Fort’s damp hair, tugging gently.
“I’ve got you,” Fort murmured, his breath warm against Peat’s skin.
He didn’t rush, taking his time to taste every inch of Peat, his lips and tongue driving him to the edge. Peat’s head fell back against the pillows, his chest heaving as soft moans escaped his lips. His legs trembled as Fort’s hands gripped his thighs, holding him steady.
“Fuck, Fort,” Peat gasped, his body arching as Fort’s mouth worked him over, slow and torturous.
Fort pulled back, his lips swollen, his eyes blazing. “I want you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “All of you.”
Peat nodded, his breath catching. “Then take me.”
Fort leaned down, capturing Peat’s lips in a heated kiss as he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He spread a generous amount over his fingers, his movements slow and careful as he prepared Peat.
Peat gasped as Fort’s fingers entered him, the stretch both familiar and electric. Fort took his time, watching Peat’s face, his every movement guided by the sounds and expressions Peat made.
“You’re amazing,” Fort murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. “You have no idea how much I missed this.”
Peat’s breath hitched as Fort added another finger, the burn giving way to pleasure. “Fort… please,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
Fort didn’t make him wait. He withdrew his fingers, coating himself before positioning himself at Peat’s entrance. He leaned down, his forehead resting against Peat’s as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving Peat time to adjust.
Peat’s fingers gripped Fort’s shoulders, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt himself stretch to accommodate him. “You feel… so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Fort groaned, his hips stilling as he buried himself fully inside. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing against Peat’s.
They stayed like that for a moment, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling as they adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of being so close. Then Fort began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one drawing soft moans from Peat.
“God, Fort,” Peat gasped, his fingers clawing at Fort’s back. “Faster.”
Fort obliged, his pace quickening, his movements growing more desperate as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. The room was filled with the sound of their breaths, their moans, the bed creaking beneath them as they lost themselves in each other.
Peat’s legs wrapped around Fort’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper. His nails raked down Fort’s back, leaving red trails in their wake. Fort groaned, his hips snapping harder, his control unraveling as they both chased their release.
“I’m close,” Peat panted, his head thrown back, his body trembling.
“Me too,” Fort murmured, his lips pressing against Peat’s neck, his voice thick with pleasure.
A few more thrusts, and Peat cried out, his body tensing as he came undone, waves of pleasure washing over him. Fort followed moments later, his release spilling inside Peat as he buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck, his body shaking with the force of it.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling as they lay tangled in the sheets. Fort brushed a strand of hair from Peat’s forehead, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
“I love you,” Fort whispered, his voice raw.
Peat smiled, his eyes half-closed as he snuggled into Fort’s chest. “I love you too.”
“More?” Fort asked
“You’re insatiable” Peat chuckled
It was already sunrise by the time Fort let Peat sleep.
[Thread] Did Peat just EXPOSE Fort’s unreleased Trofi collection?? 🤯
Okay, so last night, Peat was spotted leaving a late-night dinner with some staff, and while most fans were focused on his gorgeous barefaced look (as they should be), I noticed something else. 👀
That hoodie he’s wearing? It’s NOT just any hoodie. It looks suspiciously like a piece from Trofi’s rumored upcoming collection that Fort is reportedly designing! 🧵
- Exhibit A: Fort teased a prototype of this exact hoodie in a now-deleted story on his private account a few months back. (Yes, I screenshotted it—receipts attached below 👇). The faded logo placement on the sleeve and the oversized fit? It’s too specific to be a coincidence.
- Exhibit B: Fort’s team hasn’t officially announced this line yet. If this is truly from Trofi’s new collection, Peat might’ve just spoiled it by wearing it in public. 💀
- Exhibit C: The hoodie is clearly way too big on Peat, which checks out—Fort is taller and broader, and Trofi designs tend to emphasize that oversized, high-fashion look. So WHY does Peat even have it? 👀
If Fort did give Peat this unreleased hoodie, what does that mean? Are they closer than they let on? Sharing clothes? Living together?? Or was this just a sweet boyfriend move gone wrong? Either way, it’s safe to say Fort’s team probably isn’t thrilled about this accidental leak.
[+21,024, -2,843] I’M SCREAMING. This explains why Fort has been so cagey about his new collection. Peat, sweetie, you’re gonna get him in trouble. 😂
[+18,191, -1,842] If this isn’t proof they’re together, I don’t know what is. Who else would have access to Fort’s secret projects like this??
[+14,320, -1,041] Wait… I’m sorry, but WHY is Peat even wearing this hoodie? It’s not even Trofi-released yet. Either they’re sharing clothes or Peat’s getting the boyfriend treatment. 💀
[+11,742, -193] Fort, babe, your PR team is calling. I can’t believe this man let Peat step out in unreleased merch. Love makes you reckless, I guess.
[+9,384, -274] Plot twist: This was Fort’s secret soft-launch strategy. Let Peat wear it, let the fans go crazy, and boom—free promo. Marketing genius.
[+7,129, -831] But also… can we talk about how good Peat looks in that hoodie? Like, Fort, please release this piece already. TAKE MY MONEY.
Fort adjusted his blazer, his reflection in the mirror exuding the confidence he was known for. Today was a big day—the official announcement of Trofi’s new collection, which Fort had poured months of his creativity into. Yet, even as he smiled and nodded at the pre-event briefing, his thoughts kept wandering to Peat.
Peat had sent him a message that morning:
Good luck today, my Jum Fort. I’m so proud of you. Fighting! Don’t forget to eat.
Fort smiled to himself, feeling warmth spread through him. Peat always knew how to calm his nerves. If only Peat could be here to see this—though given recent fan buzz, that might be a terrible idea.
As Fort stepped onto the stage, applause erupted. Cameras flashed, reporters jotted notes, and the energy in the room was electric. Trofi’s CEO gave the opening remarks, followed by a video showcasing the brand’s growth, Fort’s contributions, and glimpses of the collection.
Once it was his turn to speak, Fort took the mic confidently. He introduced his designs, emphasizing the inspiration behind the collection: individuality, freedom, and a rebellious spirit. His every word was met with nods and approving murmurs.
Then came the Q&A.
“This collection is groundbreaking, Fort,” one reporter began. “You mentioned wanting to connect with a younger audience. Is there a specific muse behind these designs?”
Fort smirked. His mind immediately pictured Peat wearing the oversized hoodie—the one he wasn’t supposed to wear yet. He quickly refocused. “I draw inspiration from a lot of places—art, music, the people around me,” he said smoothly. “This collection is about authenticity, so I wanted to design pieces that feel personal.”
Another reporter raised her hand. “Speaking of authenticity, a photo recently surfaced of someone wearing what looks like one of your unreleased pieces. Do you care to comment on that?”
Fort’s stomach flipped, though he didn’t let it show. The room grew quieter, every eye locked on him. A ripple of curiosity passed through the audience.
He chuckled lightly, adopting his usual charm. “Ah, I’ve seen the buzz about that. It’s flattering to know people are excited about the collection. As for the photo… well, let’s just say I have a very eager supporter who couldn’t wait for the official launch.”
The reporters laughed, but Fort’s manager shifted uneasily at the edge of the stage. The tension eased slightly, though Fort knew the speculation would only intensify.
Meanwhile, Peat was scrolling through social media at his apartment. His cheeks burned as he saw fan threads dissecting his public mishap.
[+14,201, -932] Peat is the biggest Fort fan, confirmed. He even gets exclusive merch before us plebs. 😭
[+12,984, -321] Imagine being so close to Fort that you accidentally spoil his collection. Boyfriend things. 💅
[+9,781, -243] Fort calling Peat “an eager supporter” in the press con? I’m deceased. The way he looked while answering though? 100% soft.
Peat groaned, throwing his phone onto the couch. Why couldn’t I just wear something else that night?
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing. A message from Fort:
Saw the fan threads? You’re famous again, love. Don’t worry, you look good in my designs. Maybe too good—I might need to keep you away from cameras next time.
Peat rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips.
After the event, Fort retreated to his car, his manager sitting stiffly beside him. “That question about the hoodie was too close for comfort,” his manager began, but Fort waved him off.
“It’s fine,” Fort said. “The fans will speculate no matter what we do.”
His manager sighed. “But if people start connecting the dots between you and Peat—”
“They won’t,” Fort interrupted, his voice firm. “We’re careful.”
But were they? As much as Fort wanted to protect Peat, the constant dance of secrecy was wearing on them both. He pulled out his phone, glancing at Peat’s message again.
Maybe someday we won’t have to hide.
For now, though, they’d play the game. Because for Fort, like for Peat, love was worth the risk.
[Thread] Fort’s comments on love spark speculation
Okay, Fort stans, let’s TALK. During the Trofi press conference today, someone asked Fort about the same-sex couple trope in his collection’s campaign story, and his response has everyone talking. Here’s the key moment from the clip (start at 6:47):
“I believe love is love—it doesn’t need to fit into a box. It’s not limited by gender. Sometimes, your heart decides before your mind can catch up.”
LIKE, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??? Is he just being inclusive, or… 👀 Does this have something to do with the ongoing rumors about him and Peat?
[+15,321, -932] Fort basically said, “Love is gay, and I’m here for it.” Mad respect for him, though. The way he’s normalizing conversations like this is refreshing.
[+12,803, -511] Okay, I hear you, but maybe it’s just part of the collection’s theme? Fort’s a pro. He’s probably keeping it artistic and vague.
[+10,412, -315] But the way he said it though… with THAT SMILE?? I’m sorry, but this man was thinking about someone.
[+9,013, -472] Peat stans, assemble! Let’s review the evidence:
- That viral fan meeting moment where Fort kissed him for “luck.”
- Peat accidentally wearing Fort’s unreleased hoodie.
- Fort saying this today.
Coincidence? I THINK NOT.
[+7,392, -819] Y’all are delusional. The industry feeds you crumbs, and you run with it. Just let them work without shipping nonsense.
[BREAKING] Peat rumored to be dating actress Sienna after photos leak
Photos of Peat leaving a private dinner with actress Sienna have surfaced online. The two were reportedly seen sharing an intimate moment by the restaurant entrance, sparking rumors of a budding relationship. Peat’s management has since confirmed:
“Yes, Peat and Sienna are getting to know each other. We hope fans support them both.”
Fan Reactions to Peat’s “relationship”
[+19,402, -1,244] Oh my god, they look good together! Sienna is gorgeous, and Peat is a literal angel. Congrats!
[+15,021, -1,842] Wait… what about Fort? Were all those moments just PR? I feel betrayed.
[+12,834, -973] Peat was wearing Fort’s hoodie just last week, and now he’s dating someone else? Make it make sense.
[+10,129, -537] This feels fishy. The timing is way too convenient. It’s like the agencies are covering something up.
[+8,273, -321] People are overreacting. Maybe they’re just friends, and the companies want to generate buzz. Chill, y’all.
Fort stared at the headline, his jaw clenching. He hadn’t heard a word about this supposed relationship before it hit the news, and now his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Peat’s name was everywhere, tangled up with Sienna’s, and the pit in Fort’s stomach only grew deeper with every new notification.
Peat’s message was still unread.
Peat sat in his apartment, staring at his phone. Fort hadn’t responded to his message all day. The PR stunt had been rushed, a last-minute decision by his management to bury the ongoing speculation about FortPeat.
When Fort’s name lit up his screen, Peat’s heart sank. He knew he had to answer.
“Fort…”
“Why?” Fort’s voice was low, restrained, but Peat could hear the hurt in it.
Peat bit his lip, his chest tightening. “It wasn’t my decision. The company thought this would stop the rumors…”
“And you agreed?” Fort’s tone was sharp now. “Without telling me?”
“I didn’t have a choice!” Peat’s voice cracked. “Fort, I swear I didn’t want this. They said it was the only way to protect my career—and yours too.”
Fort scoffed, the sound cutting through Peat like a knife. “Protect me? By letting the world think you’re dating someone else? Do you know what it felt like to see those pictures? To read those headlines?”
Peat’s tears spilled over. “I’m sorry, Fort. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t trust me enough to include me in this decision,” Fort shot back. “I could’ve handled it. We could’ve handled it. Together.”
“I’m trying to protect us,” Peat whispered.
“And what about me, Peat?” Fort’s voice softened, but the pain was still there. “Am I not part of your plans? Or am I just something you can cut out when it gets inconvenient?”
Peat’s breath hitched. “You are my plans. Fort, you’re everything to me. But… my career, my dreams—”
Fort sighed, his anger deflating into exhaustion. “I get it. I do. But it doesn’t make this any easier.”
Silence hung between them.
“Maybe we need space,” Fort said finally, his voice quiet. “Time to figure out what we really want.”“Are you leaving me?” Peat’s voice trembled.
“No,” Fort said firmly. “But I need to cool off. To think. And I think you do too. Your company’s already told you to keep your di
stance, right? Let’s use that time to clear our heads.”
Peat couldn’t stop the tears. “Fort, I—”
“I love you,” Fort interrupted, his voice breaking. “But right now, I need space. And I think you do too.”
The line went dead, leaving Peat in silence, his heart shattered.
Peat buried himself in work, the only way he knew to distract himself from the aching emptiness left by Fort’s absence. With his show promotions in full swing, he barely had time to think—except at night, when the quiet of his apartment was deafening.
Fort’s last message echoed in his mind like a mantra:
Take care of yourself, Peat. Always.
When he missed Fort—when the ache in his chest became unbearable—he’d read it again and again, clutching his phone like a lifeline.
Peat wanted to reach out, to bridge the distance between them, but he knew it would be pointless. Fort had asked for space, and Peat had to respect that.
“Hey, Peat! You made it!” Jade, his long-time friend and fellow actor, greeted him with a wide grin. The party was being held at a chic, private lounge in the heart of Bangkok. Industry elites filled the room, laughter and clinking glasses echoing in the space.
Peat forced a smile and handed Jade a gift-wrapped box. “Happy birthday, Jade. I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Come on, relax. Tonight is about fun,” Jade said, handing him a drink.
Peat tried to settle into the evening, catching up with friends and industry colleagues. But every corner of the room seemed to remind him of Fort. When a fellow actor joked about how Peat never let loose at parties, Fort’s teasing voice came to mind. When Jade’s girlfriend arrived and kissed him sweetly on the cheek, Peat felt the pang of longing pierce his chest.
Wouldn’t it be easier to date someone like that? Peat thought bitterly, sipping his drink. A relationship with a woman might allow him to live more freely, without the weight of secrets and fear of exposure. But the idea was fleeting.
Fort’s face flashed in his mind, and Peat’s chest tightened.
It’s always going to be him.
Peat wasn’t sure when he crossed the line from tipsy to drunk, but it happened fast. One drink turned into two, then three. The room spun, and his laughter became louder, almost hysterical.
“Let’s get you home, Peat,” Jade said firmly, catching him as he stumbled.
“I want Fort,” Peat murmured, his voice slurred. His vision blurred, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes. “I need Fort, Jade. I miss him so much.”
Jade sighed, wrapping an arm around Peat’s waist to steady him. “I can’t call him, Peat. You said you two were on a break.”
Peat hiccupped, leaning heavily against his friend. “But I want him…”
Jade eventually wrestled Peat into his car and sighed. “What’s your door passcode, Peat?”
Peat mumbled incoherently before saying, “The day we met. Fort doesn’t know where I moved, but I kept it the same… in case he comes back.”
Jade’s brows shot up. “That’s… oddly romantic for a drunk confession,” he muttered. With a resigned sigh, he pulled out his phone and made the call.
Fort had spent the past two weeks replaying that phone call over and over in his mind. Peat’s tearful voice still haunted him, and though he knew they both needed time apart, it didn’t make the silence any easier to bear.
The sound of his phone buzzing broke him out of his thoughts. It was Jade.
“Jade?” Fort answered, his voice cautious.
“Fort, I need your help. Peat’s drunk as hell, and his door passcode is apparently the date you first met.”
Fort’s heart stuttered. “1122,” he said automatically.
“That’s it,” Jade confirmed. “I need to get back to my party. Can you come take care of him? He won’t stop asking for you.”
Fort didn’t hesitate. “Send me the address. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
When Fort unlocked the door, Peat was waiting, leaning against the wall in the dimly lit living room. The moment Peat saw him, he stumbled forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Fort’s waist, burying his face in Fort’s chest.
“Fort…” Peat’s voice was muffled, shaky. “I miss you.”
Fort held him steady, his hand gently running through Peat’s hair. “You’re a mess,” he said softly.
Jade handed over the proverbial reins with a relieved look. “He’s all yours. Talk to him. He’s… really lost without you, Fort.”
After seeing Jade off, Fort guided Peat to the couch. The smaller man clung to him like a lifeline, murmuring incoherent apologies and pleas.
“Don’t give up on me, Fort,” Peat whispered, his words slurred but heartbreakingly sincere. “Please. I’m sorry…”
Fort’s chest tightened, guilt and love twisting together. “I’m not giving up on you,” he said softly, brushing Peat’s damp hair out of his face. “I could never give up on you.”
Peat’s lips curled into a small, drunken smile as he rested his head on Fort’s shoulder. “Stay with me tonight.”
Fort sighed, his resolve crumbling. “Of course,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Peat’s temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”
That night, as Peat slept soundly in Fort’s arms, the actor whispered into the darkness, “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”
Peat woke up with a heavy head and a heavier heart.
His memories from the night before were hazy, but fragments came back to him: Jade’s party, the endless drinks, and… Fort. He remembered Fort holding him, soothing him, his voice a comforting balm to Peat’s drunken tears.
But now, his bed was empty, and the condo was quiet.
Peat swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly got up. He felt the familiar ache of a hangover and headed for the kitchen, hoping water would ease his pounding head.
He froze at the sight that greeted him.
“Good morning, phi,” Fort said with a smile, standing at the stove. He was wearing one of Peat’s ridiculously cute aprons—a white one with pastel hearts that Peat rarely used. “I made breakfast.”
Peat’s breath hitched. Fort was here. His love, his safe place, the man he had missed with every fiber of his being.
Without thinking, Peat rushed forward, throwing his arms around Fort and burying his face in his chest. Fort’s familiar scent—clean and comforting—surrounded him, and for the first time in weeks, Peat felt whole.
“I’m sorry,” Peat whispered, his voice trembling. Tears spilled over, and his words tumbled out faster, louder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
Fort immediately set the spatula down and wrapped his arms around Peat, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Shh, baby. It’s okay now,” Fort murmured softly. “I forgive you. I’m sorry too. Don’t cry, love, please. You’re going to make me feel like an asshole.”
Peat tilted his tear-streaked face up to Fort, his nose red and snotty, but he didn’t care. “It was my fault,” Peat said, his voice breaking. “I hid something so important from you. I was so stupid, Fort.”
Fort smiled gently, brushing Peat’s hair out of his face. “You’re forgiven, Peat. As long as you promise you won’t hide things like that from me again.”
“I swear,” Peat said, his head shaking vehemently. “I don’t care what the netizens say anymore. I don’t care if the rumors explode or if everyone knows. I just need you, Fort. As long as I have you, none of that matters.”
Fort’s expression softened, but he placed his hands on Peat’s shoulders, his voice calm but firm. “No, phi. This is your dream, and it matters. You’ve worked so hard to get here, and you deserve to shine. I’m willing to wait, Peat. I’ll wait for as long as it takes. When the time comes, we’ll walk hand in hand without fear. We’ll have everything—quiet mornings, loud nights, even weddings in USA if you want.”
Peat sniffled, tears pooling in his eyes again. “Fort…”
“But for now,” Fort continued with a teasing smile, “we’ll keep this just for us. We’ll meet here, at my place, wherever we can. We’ll have all the time we need—just the two of us.” He winked. “And way more time for… other things.”
Peat couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him, despite the tears still on his cheeks. “You pervert,” he said, flicking Fort’s forehead.
“And you love it,” Fort teased, pulling Peat closer.
Peat sighed, his smile softening as he wrapped his hands around Fort’s neck. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too” Fort said, pressing a kiss to Peat’s temple. “More than you know.”
Peat tilted his head up to meet Fort’s gaze. “So… does this mean we’re back together?”
Fort smirked, his hands sliding firmly around Peat’s waist, pulling him close. His voice dropped, thick with teasing affection. “Hmm. I think we need to seal the deal to make it official. Let me have you.”
Peat rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “You just want to have sex, you giant idiot.”
“Maybe,” Fort admitted shamelessly, dipping his head to nuzzle the crook of Peat’s neck, inhaling deeply. His breath was warm against Peat’s skin as he added, “But I’m also making it up to you. Thoroughly.”
Peat froze for half a second before bursting into laughter, his shoulders shaking. “That line!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking with amusement. “Fort, you stole that straight from Love Sea! ”
Fort grinned against Peat’s neck, unbothered. “So what if I did? It worked, didn’t it?”
Before Peat could protest further, Fort’s arms tightened around him, and with a swift motion, he lifted Peat off the ground. Peat let out a surprised squeal, smacking Fort’s shoulder as he tried to steady himself.
“Fort!” he cried, laughing uncontrollably.
Fort only chuckled, his playful grin widening as he carried Peat toward the bedroom. “You’re mine now, Peat,” he said, his voice soft but certain. “And I’m never letting go.”
Peat’s heart fluttered wildly in his chest, the world around them melting away as they disappeared into the room, their laughter trailing behind.
Soon enough soft moans decorated Peat’s new apartment.
[Rumor] Fort and Peat Spotted Wearing Matching Rings—Are They Engaged?
Fans are in a frenzy after noticing what appears to be matching rings on Fort and Peat, both spotted at separate events this week. Peat wore his during a press conference for his upcoming drama Beneath the Moonlight , where he dazzled in a sleek black suit and charmed reporters with his coy smile. Fort’s identical ring was seen in a casual Instagram post of him lounging on his couch, his hand (and the ring) prominently displayed as he held his coffee mug.
What’s fueling the speculation even more is that the rings appear to be from an exclusive luxury jeweler known for designing engagement bands. The sleek design, with intertwined gold and platinum bands, is marketed specifically as a symbol of eternal love .
This isn’t the first time rumors about Fort and Peat’s off-screen romance have surfaced, but fans can’t help but wonder—could this mean they’ve taken the next step?
[+21,832, -3,194] OMG, those are ENGAGEMENT RINGS?! Someone hold me. I’m not ready for this.
[+19,562, -2,345] Fort literally called Peat’s ring “precious” during his last interview. Precious, y’all. They’re not even trying to hide it anymore.
[+16,742, -1,731] Stop reaching. They could be friendship rings. Not everything is a love story.
[+14,219, -1,274] Friendship rings from a luxury engagement collection? LOL, sure, Jan.
[+12,982, -812] I don’t care if they’re a couple or not. Just tell me where to buy that ring. TAKE MY MONEY.
[+9,674, -542] Honestly, I’d believe they’re engaged. The way Fort looks at Peat? That’s not acting. That’s soulmate shit.
Peat sat on his couch, scrolling through his phone as the fan threads spiraled. He had tried to keep the ring subtle—no grand gestures, no unnecessary attention. But the moment a fan zoomed in on his hand during the press conference, it was game over.
His phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Fort.
Fort:
They noticed the rings. You think they’ll figure it out?
Peat:
It’s only a matter of time now. I told you wearing it to that interview was risky.
Fort:
Risky? Baby, they’ve been suspicious for years. At least now they’re close to the truth.
Peat:
Close is still too close. What if this blows up?
Fort:
It won’t. You worry too much. Besides… I like knowing they’re seeing it. Feels good to let the world know you’re mine.
Peat:
You’re so shameless.
Fort:
And you love me for it. ;)
Peat:
...Maybe.
Peat sighed, tossing his phone onto the couch, but before he could let the stress take over, his phone buzzed again.
Fort:
I’m coming over in 5. Be ready.
Peat:
Ready for what?
Fort:
You’ll see.
Peat’s heart raced as he read the message. He barely had time to adjust his shirt and fix his hair before he heard the soft chime of his door code being entered.
The door swung open, and there Fort stood, wearing his signature grin and looking entirely too good in his fitted leather jacket. He kicked the door shut behind him and crossed the room in a few quick strides.
“Fort, what are you—” Peat started, but the words were cut off as Fort pulled him into a searing kiss, his hands gripping Peat’s waist possessively.
“Did you really think I’d wait until tomorrow to see you?” Fort murmured against Peat’s lips, his voice low and dripping with desire.
Peat’s cheeks flushed as Fort’s hands slid up his back, pulling him closer. “You’re impossible,” he whispered, though his arms were already wrapping around Fort’s neck.
“And you love me for it,” Fort shot back with a smirk, echoing his earlier message.
“Maybe,” Peat teased, but the way he tugged Fort’s collar down for another kiss betrayed him.
Their laughter turned to soft moans as Fort guided Peat toward the bedroom, their rings glinting faintly under the warm glow of the apartment lights.
Tonight, nothing else mattered but the promise those rings carried—and the love that made every risk worth it.