He was here again, in that very place where running was the only way to make his inner anxieties and the shadows of the past vanish without a trace, to dissolve them in the flow of pure kinetic energy. Yet whatever it was he was running from would never leave him in peace, no matter how hard he tried to pick up speed. An escape from himself. Has anyone ever managed it at all? But surely it is possible to escape from one's own feelings, which consume you from within, overwhelming you with such brutal force, if only for a little while.

- Prem, I can see that you are a self-sufficient young man. You are not only talented and handsome, but also intelligent. So think carefully about my offer. Your future career depends on it, and I can give you what you want, - the last words sounded somewhat mysterious, almost in a whisper. - I'll think about it and be sure to let you know my decision, Khun Noppanut, - Prem said, not taking his gaze off the man looking at him. - Boun. Just call me Boun, - the blond man suddenly licked his lips, drawing attention to himself. - I'm not that much older, so to hell with formalities. Besides, if you want to work with me, we'll be spending more time together and becoming closer.

Prem was lucky to be in the same department with a man who couldn't stand him. And even worse, to work under his supervision. But there was nothing he could do about it. He had been trying to get a job in this prestigious company for a long time, first of all to prove to himself that he was worth something. His labours had succeeded, and he was damn glad. Only until he took office and met his manager face to face. That's when it became clear that he wouldn't be able to work in peace. Tension increased, and the nagging of the head of the department became almost constant. Now, to get even a small bonus, he had to work twice as hard.

Getting behind the wheel of his car, Prem thought again about how his life could so suddenly turn into a nightmare, that he would unfortunately not be able to wake up from. His elbows came down on the steering wheel. Prem wrapped his arms around his head and groaned exhaustedly. He felt a strange anger again now, and his chest squeezed with a tearing feeling.

Freshman Warut moves to Bangkok to escape his own past and inner struggles. But is it possible to escape from himself? Everything changes when he meets the president of the Drama Club.

Handsome Boun purposely wastes his life in clubs to escape his depressive memories. Until he meets a guitarist named Prem, and fate throws him a new challenge. So how will their chance meeting turns out?

Running his own business, left to him by his father, Prem is trying to find a worthy assistant. And it seems he's finding much more than he'd hoped for.

Prem is ready to become anything to get as close as possible to the man he has loved for years. But having finally gotten what he wants, will he be ready for the consequences?

Prem was trying hard to live his life ahead after break up with his boyfriend. But did he really get over him? What possibly can happen if they accidentally meet again?

Когда одно небольшое недоразумение может привести к трагическим для отношений двух людей последствиям. Эта история была написана мной в соавторстве со @Snow_bp (автором из Чехии). Так как она пишет на английском языке, мне пришлось сделать перевод её части на русский. (Повествование Буна - от меня, повествование Према - от неё.) История написана вместе для развлечения, а так же для поддержки фандома БП!