บททั้งหมดของ Behind the hoodie; tales of secrets, desire and power : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER 1 : THE PERFECT STUDENTIt's on a summer morning with the sun is bright with the melody of the birds singing and the chaotic movement of families and individual preparing for their daily activities from flat to flat both the cry of a baby, down to the sound of a kitchen utensils.On the order hands the alarm if Noah's clock kept ringing and ringing for over 30mintues still yet he hasn't woken up because of his intense and stressful night. The alarm kept on disturbing the peace of the neighborhood until his sick younger brother has to come and wake him up personally and turn off the alarm, Noah it's time to prepare for your morning lectures remember.He Sluggishly rose up and went straight to the bathtub with his transplant night wears showing the smooth body 👅 of his, preparing for the lecture he looks tired 😩 and weak. Noah is a tall about 179cm with a fair skin, Brown hair color plus his feminist body shape screaming " eat me up" .He is a quiet person since childhood afte

CHAPTER 3: THE PRICE OF SURVIVALHis double life wasn't never quiet.It crept into Noah’s life disguised as opportunity, as numbers written neatly in columns, as promises that whispered just one more night. It didn’t arrive all at once. It accumulated.The first week after he accepted more private bookings, he told himself it was temporary.The second week, he stopped counting how many times he repeated that lie.Money came faster now Thicker envelopes. Heavier stacks, Names he didn’t ask for, faces he didn’t remember. The club adjusted easily, smoothly, like it had been waiting for him to cross this line all along.“You’re in demand,” the manager said one night, flipping through her tablet. “People like consistency.”Noah didn’t respond. He was stretching his legs backstage, rolling his ankle slowly to keep the tension from locking him up mid-performance. His body felt perpetually tight now—wound too thin, never fully released.Consistency meant predictability. Predictability meant o

Chapter 5 :The InvitationThe day passed in a blur, the way days had begun to blend together. Noah moved through lectures and assignments mechanically, a ghost inhabiting the shape of a perfect student. Even as his classmates laughed or chatted around him, he remained distant, detached, tethered to the reality he had carefully built for survival.By the late afternoon, exhaustion sat heavily in his bones. The club loomed in his thoughts even as he forced himself to concentrate on readings. He had learned to block it out, to split his mind into compartments—but one always leaked. The weight of necessity tugged relentlessly.Backstage, the routine was familiar. The warm-up stretches, the careful adjustments of straps, the mirror that reflected a version of him he barely recognized. And yet, tonight, something felt different.His manager appeared with the soft click of heels against the black tiles. She moved toward him, folder in hand, her expression unreadable.“You’ve got something,”

Chapter Seven – One Night StandThe club emptied slower than usualWhispers lingered in the air, curious glances followed Noah as he disappeared backstage, pulse still racing from the confrontationTen times his rateThe number echoed in his headIt wasn’t just money, it was control, it was a cage disguised as salvationHe didn’t change out of his stage clothes right awayHis hands trembled as he wiped off his makeupIn the mirror, his reflection looked fractured — glitter fading, eyes rimmed red from stress, jaw clenched too tightA knock came at the dressing room doorNot loudNot rushedCertainHe knew who it was before the door openedElliott stepped inside without waiting for permissionThe music from the main floor had faded to a dull thrum, the hallway outside nearly empty, privateNoah stood slowly“You shouldn’t be back here,” he said, but the protest lacked strengthElliott closed the door behind him“And yet I am”The air tightenedUp close, there was no audience, no perfor

Chapter 9 – Reluctant SubmissionFor three days, Noah ignored the card.It sat on the corner of his desk like a silent threat.Black. Heavy. Impossible to ignore.He had tried everything to pretend it didn’t exist. He buried himself in textbooks, forced himself to attend every lecture, even volunteered answers in class to prove—to himself more than anyone—that he was still in control of his life.But control was an illusion.The hospital bill arrived on the second day.Noah stared at the email on his cracked phone screen for a long time before opening it. His younger brother needed medication again. The price had gone up.Of course it had.Everything always did.He rubbed his eyes, exhaustion weighing down his entire body. The club had been busy that week, but tips were inconsistent. Some nights were good. Some nights barely covered transportation home.The scholarship covered part of his tuition.Only part.The rest was drowning him slowly.Noah looked at the black card again.Profes