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.