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

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King's question echoed in Anurak's head, just as a wave of intense heat swept through his entire system, reminding him of the pleasure he felt a few days ago while being held by the man in front of him. 


No. I am not scared of you. I am scared of myself. He exclaimed, inwardly, finally realizing that he was incapable of resisting. 


Since Anurak returned from that party, he had been having a hard time. He wasn't sleeping thanks to the conflicting voices in his head. His mother's disapproving sneers were always there, be it when he was awake or asleep. He couldn't stop himself from scrubbing his body until it hurt when bathing, and the sense of self-disgust he kept having was slowly killing him on the inside. Yet each time he saw a text from King, his heart would fluster, before that annoying voice reminded him that it was wrong to feel like that about another guy. 


Please, leave!