Believe
The lights of the press hall flashed like restless stars, cameras clicking in rapid rhythm as the seven members of Hope took their seats on stage.
They were Thailand’s pride. Seven young men who had trained, bled, and risen together. To the world, they were idols. To each other, they were family.
And within that family were three very obvious couples.
Krit and Sun were inseparable—quiet glances, fingers brushing backstage.
Mek and Poom bickered like rivals but melted when no one was watching.
Arthit and Kavin were the calm center, steady and mature.
That left only one member unattached.
Narin.
The youngest. The baby of the group. The one with the brightest smile and the softest heart.
“Next question!” the MC called, pointing to a journalist in the front row.
The reporter adjusted her glasses. “This question is for Narin. What is your ideal type?”
The other six members turned to him immediately.
Narin froze.
He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Ah… my ideal type?”
Fans leaned forward. Cameras zoomed in.
“I think… someone mature,” he said slowly. “Someone who’s confident. Calm. Maybe a little strict? But kind in private. Someone who can take care of me… but also let me grow.”
The crowd squealed.
Behind him, Sun coughed dramatically. “So you want a sugar daddy?”
The hall erupted in laughter.
Narin’s ears turned red. “Phi Sun!”
The moment passed like any other playful press interaction. The event ended. They went home. None of them expected that single answer to change everything.
Narin was watching a bl series,Khemjira on Netflix, when Mek and Poom, the first couple of the group and the rappers of the group entered the sitting room bickering as usual. Narin rolled his eyes when he paused his series to listen to th reason for their bickering this time.
"Phi, are you both really arguing about that right now ?" He asked as Poom slumped on a couch sulking.
"Don't ask me,ask him!" Poom said while Mek smiled at how cute Poom looked while sulking.
"Do you know how cute you look right now?" Mek asked and Poom rolled his eyes while smiling secretly, which was not really secretive.
"Hey Narin, earlier today at the press conference, when the Mc asked what your type was, were you been serious?" Poom asked as Mek sat next to him after kissing his cheeks.
"Yes!" Narin answered as he continue watching the series.
"Really? But does someone like that really exist? I thought you just described a character from one of the bl series you watch. " Mek said this time and Narin paused the series and dropped his phone.
"That really my type,I believe that my type is somewhere waiting for me." He said as he smiled.
"What if you can't find your type? What will you do?" Arthit asked as he entered the sitting room with a glass cup filled with milk.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Narin replied as he turned to face Arthit.
"Is that milk for phi Kavin?" He asked and Arthit nod then replied "He can't sleep well recently, he keeps waking up at midnight,I thought this might help."
"Are you sure Arthit or you both have been playing a lot that he hasn't rest enough? "Poom teased and Arthit aimed a pillow at him while others laughed. Arthit left while smiling too.
"We'll be turning in early Narin, don't watch that series all night, you should get some sleep, we have an event tomorrow." Mek said as he pulled Poom towards their room.
