Good morning

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POV: Bible

Bible was in deep slumber.He didn't exactly know when he'd knocked out—somewhere between Jes being too quiet and his own brain shutting down mid-scowl—but suddenly he was gone. Mouth open. Fully unconscious.He could vaguely feel it—the drool pooling at the corner of his lips, gravity doing its thing. But he didn't care. He was out.

Then something shifted. A breath. Hot. Way too close. Not his.

It felt like someone was exhaling directly onto his mouth. His eyes shot open. And what he saw nearly made his soul leave his body.

Two eyes. Staring back at him.Jes.

So close, one wrong blink and they'd be kissing.

One of Jes's arms was wrapped tightly around Bible's waist. His hand was in Jes's hair. Like he'd been in a fight in his sleep and lost to a pillow with feelings.

They didn't move. They just stared. Bible's brain couldn't even process panic. It was too early.

Then, Jes spoke. "Ow. It hurts." His voice came out slow, husky. Mouth barely moving—almost brushing against Bible's.

Bible swore he felt the vibration. They both snapped.Like synchronized swimmers, they let go of each other instantly and turned their backs, silent and tense like nothing had happened and everything had happened all at once.

After a long stretch of silence, the kind that only follows deep emotional damage, Bible let out a sound.

"Huhuu... huu... huu-huhuuu..."

It wasn't crying. It was worse.It was the sound of an owl sobbing because it fell out of a tree and landed in a fake marriage.

Jes didn't move.He just lay there, eyes on the ceiling, trying to pretend this wasn't happening right next to him in Dolby Surround Sound.

Then Bible spoke.

"Twenty-seven years old," he muttered dramatically, voice thick with despair."Bible Wichapas Sumettikul—legally renamed Tilapornputt. Without consent. Fake-married. My future? Gone. My bed? Shared. With a hedgehog."

Jes blinked.

"A hedgehog."

Bible turned toward him slowly, face twisted with sleep-deprived betrayal.

"Yes. A hedgehog. You've got stubble that stabs and the emotional range of a fork. It hurts waking up next to you."

Jes just stared.

Bible flopped back onto his pillow like the weight of his tragedy was too much to bear.

"I was minding my business. And then suddenly—ventilation. In my mouth. You were breathing on me like a machine. I woke up mid–respiratory assault."

Jes sat up slightly.

"You're insane."

"You're the reason I'm like this." Bible snapped back, blanket pulled dramatically over his head.

Jes reached for the remote, turned on the news, and said nothing.

Bible mumbled from under the blanket:

"I Accidentally snuggled my fake husband in the night. His jawline grazed my soul and his aftershave is still haunting my lungs. I need to sue someone."

"You're so dramatic." Jes sighed, voice low and tired as he glanced sideways.„None of the girls I dated were ever this dramatic."

Bible froze mid-sniffle. Turned his head. Eyes narrowing.

"Wait—so you've dated before?" His voice cracked slightly, nose still sniffing.„So... you're not a virgin?"

Jes turned his head slowly, giving him the most exhausted, dead-eyed glare known to man.

Then, casually, he threw off the blanket.

"I also have the same problem in the morning as you, by the way—"He gestured downward, lifting his shirt just slightly to reveal a very obvious bulge through his soft pajama pants.

"Which, by the way, poked my stomach just now."

Bible, completely unprepared, made the mistake of looking. And immediately regretted it.

His eyes widened.His soul left his body.His dignity filed for divorce.

"YOU—YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!"He screeched, flailing back around and burying his face in the blanket like it could erase what he just witnessed.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SHOW ME YOUR MORNING TOWER?!"His voice cracked at the end, somewhere between outrage and full mental collapse.

Jes just laid back down, arms behind his head.

"Don't act like you didn't look. You paused."

"I PAUSED BECAUSE I WAS IN SHOCK!"

"Why? It's the same as you have." Jes said.

"But why is it hard?!"Bible squeaked, eyes wide with horror.„I drooled on you! I'm a man! Are you—are you like... gay?!"

Jes blinked, momentarily speechless. Then groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Hello? Morning reaction?!"His tone dropped an octave—annoyed but still calm.„You could've been ninety years old and wearing a clown suit, it still would've happened."

Bible narrowed his eyes.

"You don't even sound like you believe that!"

Jes flinched slightly as Bible's voice hit maximum decibel.

"First of all," Jes muttered, covering one ear, "we're alone. Why are you yelling like you're on stage? Is this just... your volume?"

He turned toward him with a smirk.„Are you always this loud in the morning?"

"I CAN BE EVEN LOUDER IF I WANT!!"Bible snapped, face red, completely spiraling.

Jes raised an eyebrow, calm and evil.

"I actually wanna experience that."

And with that one sentence, he broke Bible's soul a little more. Bible threw a pillow at him with enough force to murder someone in their sleep.

"HERE." Bible snapped, slicing his hand across the bed like a dramatic kindergarten teacher drawing a war line in the sandbox.

"Don't ever cross this line! If you do—I'm filing for divorce the next day!" His face was red, nostrils flared, eyes burning with fake authority.

Jes didn't flinch. Didn't blink.Just raised a single eyebrow, calm and insufferable.

"But you literally clung to me in your sleep like a monkey on a tree."

Bible gasped. Froze. Visibly short-circuited. Because... fair. But no way in hell was he letting Jes be right.

So he bolted upright, stormed off the bed, and headed to the bathroom.In one dramatic motion, he threw off his shirt—it landed in a heap on the floor like it had also given up. His pants followed.

Then, chest bare, he turned around, arms flexed like he was about to make a locker room speech.

"We are men." His voice dropped in tone, as if this was now an international press conference. "Let's just pretend we're football players. Heading to the showers. After losing the biggest derby of our lives. To our greatest enemy."

Jes stared at him like he was witnessing a man disassociate in real time.

Bible nodded once. Turned back around.And strutted into the bathroom like his pride was still fully intact. It wasn't. But the performance was solid.

He barely heard Jes chuckle behind him before the bathroom door clicked shut. The second it closed, Bible crashed down to the floor.

Hard. The mental breakdown hit like a truck—no warning, no airbags.

He sat there for a moment, shirtless, pantsless, full panic setting in as if he'd just sprinted off a cliff in Gucci briefs.

Eventually, he stood up, stepped into the shower, and did the only thing that made sense in his current emotional state:He cranked the water to freezing. Then to boiling. Then back to freezing.

Because maybe, just maybe, if he confused his own nervous system enough, it would stop screaming.

The water ran down his neck in heavy streams, soaking his hair until it clung in wet strands across his forehead. His shoulders tensed under the pressure, the shock, the sheer WTF of it all.

How the hell had his life flipped this drastically in one week?

A few days ago, he was free. Living fast. Laughing with Mio and JJay. Sleeping until noon. Throwing snacks into a Louis Vuitton duffel bag.

Now?

Fake-married. How was he supposed to survive the next 364 days?

He didn't know.And the fact that the man outside was probably sipping imported coffee and enjoying this whole thing like some twisted domestic vacation made it worse.

Jes wasn't even trying.He just existed—cold, smug, CEO-coded—and somehow it was Bible who was crumbling first.

It was like being left at home by a husband who went off to work and never came back emotionally. A real housewife with a shiny new ring, no dignity, and way too many feelings.

Why me?He thought, staring at the water as it streamed off his chest.

Why me?

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POV: JES

"Wow. Freshly married looks great on you." Job strolled into Jes's office like he owned the place, sunglasses still on indoors, grinning from ear to ear.

Jes was sitting behind his desk like he'd just flown in from a private island—buttoned shirt crisp, Montblanc pen in hand, Fiji water bottle untouched but aesthetically placed.

He looked up with a calm smile.

"It's not bad," he said, already knowing what Job meant.

"So?" Job leaned on the desk. "You like your new wife?"

Jes shrugged, spinning the pen between his fingers.

"Wouldn't say like... but I'm entertained. The boy's got humor. I'll give him that."

Job chuckled.

"Laughing is good, my friend. Keeps you young. Fresh. You should... cultivate this marriage. Water it. Let it blossom."

Jes didn't even blink at the teasing.Just went back to scanning something on his screen.

"He was on the phone with his brother last night," he said suddenly.„Bas, I think. Do you know him?"

Job tilted his head, thinking.

"I read something about a brother. Older, right? Why—think he's a problem?"

Jes tapped a key on his laptop slowly.

"Possibly. The way Bible talked to him... I don't think they told him about the marriage."He glanced up.„He'll show up eventually. And I have a feeling he's not the type to knock first."

Job raised an eyebrow.

"Ah. One of those brothers."

Jes nodded once, calm as always.

"I'll handle it. Don't worry."He leaned back in his chair like the entire situation wasn't a ticking time bomb.„You've got enough on your plate with the bundle of chaos waiting at home."

Job smirked, folding his arms.„Speaking of—what is your fake husband doing while you're here at work?"

Jes didn't even pause.

"Well, I left him snacks. The fridge is full. He can swim, hit the gym, lounge around. The house has enough distractions."He paused.„But the only rule was: stay home, stay quiet."

„And you think he'll actually listen?"

Jes raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"If he doesn't, I gave him two options: obey the rule... or come with me on my next business trip—to a private island. Just the two of us. A full week together. Like a real couple."He chuckled to himself, clearly entertained.„Believe me, Bible's terrified of that idea. He'll behave."

Job didn't laugh. He stared at Jes for a long second. Then tilted his head.

"...Why do I have the strongest feeling that you are dead wrong?"

Jes blinked. Job grinned, grabbed his coffee, and walked toward the door.

"Text me when the house explodes."

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POV: Author

Guys!! I'm currently sitting in sunny Dubai, absolutely melting but loving it to the fullest 🥵☀️ Even though I'm technically working, the weather makes everything feel like a mini vacation.

And guess what—on Monday, I'm flying to Bangkok! I'm so excited... but also just a little nervous hehe 😳