Arthit hates social networks. Especially Instagram. Especially if he has to reconnect with his old school friends. Especially a certain stalker...

Simply Kongpob needing his ex-boyfriend.

The older boy felt his smile waver as he stared at his junior's expression becoming vague and dreamy. Suddenly the tanned boy embraced him, one hand rubbing his back affectionately, the other in his hair.

Muffin keeps disappearing. Krist is worried and ready to find out where she goes.

Partecipant in the contest "Sotus Fanfiction contest - KongArt, KristSingto" by @suzanneca Wad is getting married and during his bachelor party, Kongpob got lost in the nightclub and by accident (when he wanted to go the bathroom) he walks into the dressing room of one of the strippers.

Since they hadn't been able to see each other for nearly two weeks, Kongpob had decided communicating with him via post-it was the best way to remind him that he loved him, missed him, that he couldn't wait to see him, hug him, taste him, wait... what?

Arthit could write a long list of things that annoyed him. For example, when the beverage stall ran out of Nom Yen, or when his alarm clock rang earlier than scheduled. But what irked the most was him: 0062.

Kongpob often found himself thinking about his neighbour, but then he remembered that the latter was straight and engaged. And yet, he just couldn't get it out of his mind. [...] "Eggs? Do you want eggs?" he asked, giving him an amused smile and a skeptically raised eyebrow.