Usually at this point in the night, Prapai would have scouted his "special someone" to bring home with him. It wasn't very hard for him to do- attractive, number one racer, and a luxury condo just waiting for the company? And yet, there he was, leaning against the tent frame as he watched his friend Phayu work.

"You're here late..." Phayu observed, not bothering to look up from the bike. Prapai just shrugged, eyes scanning the crowd's chaotic atmosphere.

"No one is..." he trailed off, adjusting his stance when his eyes landed on him. What could possibly be the most attractive boy he'd seen, ever.

"Problem solved." He pushed off the tent, smile widening.