augustodias97
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.