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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 The first thing he was conscious of was a low ebbed pain at the back of his neck. The pain seems to be coming from somewhere in his brain and radiating downward. The more aware he became, the more painful it got. 


Anurak was finally awake, but he found it very hard to open his eyes. His body felt like it had turned into stone. Just moving his hands felt like lifting a bag of cement. His hand slowly rose and found its way to his head. He wanted to use it to massage the spot where his headache seemed to be more concentrated. To do this, he would need to move his neck. But the moment he did, he was assaulted by a blinding pain that had him huffing and puffing. Cold sweat broke out on his face and back, and he had to grit his teeth to stop the screaming that was bubbling like hot water in his throat. 


What happened to me? Why so much pain? What should I do? 


“Breathe. Relax and breathe." King's soothing voice echoed in his head. 


The morning after