For someone with the most developed frontal lobe amongst his friends, fah is an idiot.

Arthit has Dao but fear hasnt left him yet. He is scared and anxious, and he needs to make sure he doesnot lose Dao. little funny, little serious

As Maxky pulls Bas close, knotting his hands on his necktie, the world stops; they give in to their senses. Their lips find each other, crushing in; there is no sound, everything ceases to exist, and they can hear each other's heartbeat. Well, there is no going back. Maxky and Bas were two rising stars navigating the chaos of the industry, their paths inevitably crossing. From the first moment, their attraction was undeniable-intense and electric. Maxky found himself drawn to Bas's crooked smile and effortless charm, while Bas couldn't ignore the heat in Maxky's sharp gaze. Every glance, every word they exchanged felt like a challenge, a test of who would break first. Their chemistry crackled like a live wire, keeping them both on edge. Beneath the tension was an unspoken understanding-they were each other's greatest distraction, yet somehow, exactly what the other needed.