The line between fiction and reality is thin, but Krist thought he could navigate it well, keep himself and his character's feelings separate. And he does: he manages to keep personal matters (romance, friendship, family) personal but act a certain way, act in love with a man when necessary... until he can't. Until he finds himself in Singto's room again and again. Until he finds his lips on the elder's. Until he finds that he-Krist, not Arthit-has fallen in love, and he can't seem to get back up. Somewhere along the way, boundaries between him and Singto had been erased. Boundaries Krist isn't sure were meant to be erased. *** ¡Traducción en español disponible! https://www.wattpad.com/story/192167952 ***

Arthit enjoys the quiet calm of his local coffee shop. When he's there, he can do his coursework in peace and not worry about noisy neighbors or falling asleep in bed. But now, he's got a headache that he can't seem to make go away. According to the barista, Knot, that headache's name is Kongpob.