Historias de Theexmorning

"Coffee or me"? - A sudden mocking sound echoed in the break room, which was also the kitchen. Choking on the first sip of the drink, which he managed to taste thoroughly, the producer put the cup on the table and, wiping his lips with the napkin lying next to him, exhaled: "Did you do that on purpose"? "Nope. So, something reminded me of an episode... from the past," - the reporter emphasized the last words. Images from the new KS series are already inspiring. So I decided to try to get to know the characters of Ex-Morning. If you want to give it a try too, check out this warm story ;-) Enjoy reading)))))

Don't panic. This is still a OffGun/KristSingto fanfic. Two years ago, Gun Atthaphan was shot in the head. He survived. Since then, he's been treated like a walking miracle: a symbol of resilience, an inspiration for anyone who thinks life is hard. But Gun doesn't want to be a symbol of anything. He just wants to run without limping, eat McDonald's without guilt, and forget that his life became front-page news. Between doctor's appointments, physical restrictions, and an overbearing sister (with an annoyingly fit brother-in-law), Gun tries to navigate secondary school with some semblance of normality. That is, until the past - or rather, Singto Prachaya, the past in skintight jeans - decides to crash right into his fresh start. Now, caught between intense friendships, secrets, and a healthy dose of sarcasm, Gun has to choose: keep running from his own story, or finally face what left him with a bullet lodged in his brain... and scars far harder to erase.