When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

Anurak's eyes widened in shock and surprise. For some reason, the uneasiness he usually felt whenever he thought about King's strange attraction to him disappeared. In its place was a soft, cozy happiness that made him feel special. 


"Me? I don't understand." He mumbled while trying to keep a straight face. 


"I don't know either. But I do know he likes you. He talks about you once in a while and even told me that you are scared of him. Is that true?' 


"Phi…, I… P'King is scary." Anurak pouted, suddenly feeling defensive. "All he does is glare at people." 


"You are probably the only one he glared at. Most times, he doesn't even have an expression." 


"I didn't say that, Phi." Anurak said worriedly. He was alarmed that Hiran had misunderstood him. 


"Just teasing you. But really, King doesn't glare at people. He ignores them. If he is glaring at you, it means he sees you." 


He sees you.