Tle’s empire stretched across continents, his fortune measured in billions—yet he had become a stranger in his own home. Days bled into nights; he left before dawn broke, returned when the halls were dark and silent, his mind always consumed by deals, figures, and endless demands. Promises shattered like glass: “Tomorrow, I promise,” became just another empty word Paew had learned to stop believing in. The grand mansion was filled with every luxury imaginable, yet it felt colder than a palace made of ice. Paew sat at the dining table night after night, watching fine meals turn cold, waiting for a man who belonged to the world instead of him. He never made a scene, never raised his voice—he simply faded, quiet and aching, alone in a house full of everything but love. Then one night, Tle walked in earlier than expected, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion. He froze in the doorway, seeing Paew sitting motionless in the dim light, shoulders hunched, looking so fragile it broke his heart. Two untouched plates sat before him—hours old, long grown cold. A wave of crushing guilt crashed over Tle, knocking the breath from his lungs. He rushed forward, falling to his knees beside Paew, clutching his hands tight—they were ice cold. “I have built fortunes that could buy cities,” Tle choked out, voice raw and breaking, tears spilling freely down his face. “I own everything… except the one thing that matters. I have given you everything I have, except me—and that is the cruelest thing I could ever do.” Paew stared at him, eyes glistening with years of held-back tears, and finally let out a quiet, trembling sob as Tle pulled him tight against his chest, holding him with a desperate, feverish need—swearing he would never, ever let him wait again

Auau was the sharp, charismatic center of one of the hottest T-Pop groups—admired by thousands on stage, but cold and arrogant the moment the cameras turned off. He ignored crowds, brushed off staff, and never treated anyone with kindness. And among his most devoted fans was Save: quiet, sweet, always waiting by the venue gates with a small gift and a soft smile, even when Auau never spared him a second glance. Every time Save tried to approach, Auau would turn him away harshly. "Don't you get tired of showing up?" Auau scoffed one day, knocking the handmade gift from Save’s hands. "I don't want anything from a nobody like you. Go home and stop wasting my time." Save’s eyes glistened, but he only bowed gently. "I just… wanted you to know you’re not alone." Auau froze, his sharp words catching in his throat. No one had ever stayed, not when he was this cruel. But Save did—again and again, never angry, always kind. Slowly, the walls around Auau’s heart began to crack, and for the first time, he found himself looking forward to seeing the boy who loved him even at his worst.

Auau was the kind of boy everyone crossed the street to avoid—leather jacket, sharp eyes, always surrounded by noise and trouble. His life felt like a cage he built himself: endless fights, loud nights, and a cold emptiness he never bothered to name. He thought that was what freedom looked like—no rules, no one to answer to. Until he met Save. Save was soft-spoken, kind, and carried a quiet warmth that felt nothing like the harsh world Auau knew. At first, Auau tried to push him away with scowls and rude words, but Save never flinched. He just smiled gently, asked how his day was, and treated him like he mattered—not like a troublemaker, but like a person. Slowly, something shifted. Auau found himself walking past places he used to get into fights, just to walk Save home. He traded loud, restless nights for quiet moments sitting side by side, doing nothing at all—and for the first time, his chest didn’t feel tight or heavy. The anger that had always lived in his bones faded, replaced by a lightness he’d never felt before. He realized true freedom wasn’t about running wild or being alone—it was about being with someone who let him be himself, without fear or judgment. Save didn’t just come into his life; he unlocked the cage Auau had been trapped in all along. And for the first time, Auau felt truly free.  

He opened his eyes to see Auau standing right in front of him, gripping the other guy’s wrist tight enough to make him wince. His usual playful smirk was gone, replaced by a dark, dangerous glare. "Touch him," Auau said low and sharp, "and you’ll regret ever lifting a hand." The guys scattered fast. Auau let go of his fist, turning to look down at Save—his expression softening instantly when he saw how shaken he was. "You okay?" Auau muttered, awkwardly brushing a stray hair from Save’s forehead. Save blinked up at him, cheeks pink. "I… I thought you hated me." Auau scoffed quietly, but his ears turned red. "Who said I’m allowed to be the only one who messes with you?"  

Keng: [softly, stepping in and closing the door slowly] Sorry I’m late… the shop needed extra help today. I didn’t want to say no—every little bit helps. Namping: [hurrying over to take his bag, frowning gently when he sees his dusty clothes and tired eyes] You didn’t have to work extra shifts again, Keng. Look at you—you’re exhausted. We’re fine with what we have. Keng: [smiles gently, brushing hair from Namping’s face] You’re fine… but I want you to be more than just fine. I know I don’t have much—no fancy things, no big savings, every day I’m just trying to get by. But even when I’m struggling, even when things feel heavy… you’re the one thing that makes it all worth it. Namping: [voice softens, holding Keng’s calloused hand tightly] I don’t care about any of that. I just want you here, safe and not pushing yourself too hard. Keng: [looks deep into his eyes, sincere and steady] And I want to give you everything I can. If I have to work longer, walk instead of taking the bus, eat simply so you can have what you like… I’ll do it. No matter how hard life gets, I’ll always find a way to take care of you. You’re worth every single effort. Namping: [eyes glistening, leans in to rest his forehead against Keng’s] You already give me the most precious thing—your whole heart. That’s more than enough for me. Keng: [wraps arms around him gently] Then I’ll keep giving it to you, every single day. No matter what.

Paran: (kneels down to wipe the mud off Khem’s bare feet with the hem of his own shirt, voice soft and gentle) Stay still, my love… Your feet are so tender—can’t have them getting sore walking on rough ground, yeah? Khem: (eyes glistening, tries to pull his feet away, cheeks flushing) Paran, stop… That shirt is your only good one, and you worked so hard all day. You should be resting, not fussing over me like this. We barely have rice for dinner tonight… you don’t need to treat me like some rich man’s princess. Paran: (chuckles warmly, presses a soft kiss to Khem’s ankle before standing up to cup his face—his calloused thumb brushing gently over Khem’s cheek) And why wouldn’t I? You’re my princess, Khem. Money can buy fancy clothes and big houses, but it can’t buy how much you mean to me. Even if we only have one bowl of soup between us, you’ll always get the biggest share, the softest spot to sleep, and all the care in the world. Nothing’s too good for you—not ever. Khem: (leans into his palm, voice trembling with happy tears) You’re silly… What did I ever do to deserve someone who loves me this much? Paran: (leans in to kiss his forehead tenderly, wrapping his arms around Khem’s small frame carefully like holding something precious) You just exist—and that’s more than enough reason for me to spoil you forever. Come on, I saved the sweetest piece of the banana I found by the roadside today. It’s all yours, my love.  

  Intro Faye and Tristan are sworn enemies who bicker over literally everything. One day, Faye does the most ridiculous thing ever: he begs Tristan to be his fake boyfriend, offering his entire life savings of 100k — and won’t say why. Tristan agrees just to mess with him… but never expected to fall for the guy he used to hate.

Phakai: laughing at a blurry photo Look at this — you with that terrible haircut from 5 years ago! I can’t believe I still hung out with you. Pubmek: grinning, handing him a bowl Hey, you were the one who said it made me look “tough and stupid in a cute way.” And for your info, we’ve been best friends for 8 years now — not 5. I remember every single one. Phakai: taking the bowl, softening Yeah, I know. You were there when my mom got sick… stayed with me at the hospital every night. Pubmek: And you were the first person I told I liked guys. Didn’t even flinch — just said “good, now we can judge hot guys together.” Phakai: teasing Hey, I still do that better than you! Remember last week when you couldn’t even say hi to that barista? Pubmek: rolling his eyes I was distracted! For some reason, when I looked at him… no, never mind. sits beside him Point is, I’ve got your back no matter what. Always have, always will. Phakai: quiet for a second, staring at the photo Sometimes I feel like… we’ve done this before. Like we’ve been by each other’s side for way longer than 8 years. Pubmek: looking at him strangely, a flicker of something familiar in his eyes Yeah… me too. Like there’s a piece of my life I can’t quite remember, but I know you were in it. Phakai: laughing it off, nudging him Probably just all the late nights making us delirious. Pass the chili flakes, tough guy. Pubmek: handing it over, smiling but still thoughtful Anything for you, Phakai. Anything at all.  

Keng: warm and sincere You work so hard. Let me take you home. Namping: shakes his head politely It’s okay. I’ve walked all my life — I’m used to it. Keng: soft but firm I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to carry everything alone. Namping: looks away quietly I grew up with very little… I’m not used to nice things or being treated well. It feels wrong somehow. Keng: smiles gently Nothing is wrong. To me, you deserve every comfort and respect. I want to treat you like a prince — not because I pity you, but because you are worth it. And remember: you still hold the lead. I only want to cherish you. Namping: relaxes slightly, voice softer …Only if you promise not to make me feel like I owe you anything. Keng: assures him Never. You are more precious than all my wealth.  

  Tle is a wealthy, arrogant billionaire who is used to getting everything and everyone with money. One midnight, he meets Firstone — a humble, hardworking young man who refuses his expensive gifts. This unexpected meeting begins to change Tle little by little, teaching him that kindness and respect are far more valuable than wealth.  

Short Intro North is warm, carefree, and always keeping his options open — a classic yellow flag: great to be around, but never ready to settle down. He loves dating freely, avoiding anything that feels like a commitment. Otto has been his loyal best friend for years, secretly loving him all along but too afraid to say it. When they agree to become friends with benefits, it feels like the perfect arrangement — easy, no pressure. But while North sees it as just another comfort, Otto hopes it could turn into something more, even if it means quietly accepting he might never be the only one.  

Otto: (voice cracks, fingers digging into North’s arm) We came out of the hospital next to each other. We learned to walk holding each other up. We shared every scrap of food, every scar, every stupid secret since we were two years old. How dare you act like this is something we could just throw away? North: (eyes red, jaw tight) Throw away? I’m trying to keep you! You think I don’t remember every birthday we spent together? Every night I snuck into your room when your parents fought? Every time you cried and I promised I’d never leave you? I’m terrified I’ll break all of that if I cross this line. Otto: Then look at me! Look at the way you touch me — like I’m something precious, not just your best friend! Look at how you stare at me when you think I can’t see! We know each other better than we know ourselves. Don’t tell me you never felt this too. North: (steps closer, voice breaking) Of course I did! I’ve loved you since we were kids, Otto. Since you first held my hand and said “we’ll be together forever.” I just… I thought “forever” meant side by side as friends. I didn’t know it would hurt this much to want more. Otto: (grabs his collar, pulls him close) Forever means whatever we make it. You don’t get to decide what scares me. I’ve waited my whole life for you to see me like this. I’m not letting us be anything less than everything. North: (breathes shakily, forehead pressing to his) You really want that? After all this time? Otto: More than anything. You’re the only person who’s ever been mine. Let me be yours properly. North: (whispers, fierce and tender) Always. Since the day we were born. Always.