.・。.・゜✭・. it was a summer of love, a delicate daydream .・。.・゜✭・. In between water fights, concerts, and endless nights, their paths cross. Phuwin, tired of the noise, learns to listen again. Pond, who swore he'd never let himself feel vulnerable again, discovers that getting wet doesn't always hurt. Around them, their group of friends turns each day into a small catharsis-awkward loves, silly arguments, promises that last only as long as a song. Because sometimes summer doesn't heal anything; it just teaches you to see things differently. Patong, Phuket. Five days. A festival that changes everything without promising a thing.

.・。.・゜✦・.・゜☆ it was a summer of... christmas recall .・。.・゜✦・.・゜☆ Between deadlines, dinners, and a city wrapped in lights, their lives move forward. Pond, still learning how to breathe again, discovers that December feels less heavy when he's not alone. Phuwin, who once wanted silence, finds himself chasing a different kind of music. Around them, friends make the night warmer-bad jokes, strange gifts, small comforts shared without asking for much. Because sometimes the end of the year doesn't close anything; it just opens a little space to keep going. Bangkok. One night. A coincidence that feels soft, familiar, and enough.