" - 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒐́𝒏 - ¿𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏? - 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒊." Bright Vachirawit es un chico de 22 años que trabaja como instructor de guitarra en la academia de música de sus padres, todo en su vida es rutinario hasta que un día, Win Metawin un chico de 21 ingresa a la academia decidido a aprender a tocar la guitarra para así poder impresionar a la chica que le gusta. La relación instructor/alumno se vuelve una amistad con el paso de los días, pero entre más tiempo pasa, más se acercan. ¿Qué les deparará el destino?

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.