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

New wasn't a fool. Anurak might not say anything, but the hostility that flashed through his eyes and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared didn't escape New's notice. 


He smirked bitterly but shrugged it off. He didn't blame Anurak for hating his brother. If they were not brothers, and he didn't understand why P'Smooth was the way he was, New would also hate him. Maybe even more than Anurak does. 


“I know my brother is a dick, and he will not agree to help you on a good day, but on this one, he doesn't have a choice.” 


New grabbed his skin and pinched Anurak really hard. Anurak yelped and quickly created a distance between them. 


“Why did you do that?” He was in so much pain. He untucked his white shirt and checked the spot. It was just above his right hip. Where the appendix should be. The skin was already red but kept getting redder as Anurak rubbed it. 


Proper grooming