Only Soft For You

Chapter 10 — Dinner Table Chaos

The Aiyarak mansion looked less like a home and more like the headquarters of a wealthy organization hiding dangerous secrets.

A serious issue honestly.

The moment Aran stepped out of the black sedan, he immediately understood one important thing—

Tharin grew up surrounded by overwhelming love and terrifying amounts of money.

A dangerous combination honestly.

Soft golden lights illuminated the massive estate while evening wind moved gently through the perfectly trimmed gardens surrounding the property.

Luxury cars lined part of the driveway.

Security guards stood near the entrance calmly.

And honestly?

The atmosphere screamed:

rich family with connections people shouldn’t ask questions about.

A serious issue.

Meanwhile—

beside him—

Tharin quietly adjusted the sleeve covering part of his hand while avoiding eye contact.

Embarrassed.

Because unlike his older brothers—

he genuinely disliked drawing attention to wealth.

A major difference honestly.

Then suddenly—

before anyone could move toward the entrance—

the front doors burst open dramatically.

A complete disaster.

Because three men immediately rushed outside at terrifying speed.

And somehow—

all three looked attractive enough to emotionally damage normal people.

A serious issue for genetics honestly.

The tallest one reached Tharin first.

Sharp eyes.

Dark button-up shirt.

Elegant watch around one wrist.

Dangerous older brother aura naturally.

Then immediately—

he pulled Tharin into a hug.

Gentle.

Careful.

Protective automatically.

Arthit: “Did you eat properly today?”

Silence.

Then beside Aran—

Chai whispered dramatically:

Chai: “And here begins the interrogation arc.”

Correct honestly.

Meanwhile—

another brother walked down the stairs carrying a plate of sliced fruit.

Because apparently—

this family treated feeding Tharin like a sacred mission.

A terrifying household honestly.

This brother looked calmer than the others.

Soft smile.

Warm eyes.

And somehow—

the atmosphere around him immediately felt comforting.

Dangerous emotional manipulation honestly.

The second he reached Tharin—

he lightly touched Tharin’s hair carefully.

Then softly—

Khem: “You look tired.”

Tharin finally smiled slightly afterward.

Small.

Relaxed.

Real.

And immediately—

Aran froze internally.

A serious issue.

Because this smile looked completely different from the ones at university.

No hesitation.

No careful politeness.

Just comfort.

Warmth.

Trust naturally.

And honestly?

Seeing the difference affected Aran more than expected.

Dangerous realization honestly.

Meanwhile—

the third brother finally stepped outside holding what looked suspiciously like shopping bags.

A complete disaster.

Because apparently—

someone went shopping while waiting for Tharin to return home.

Psychotic behavior honestly.

This brother looked younger than Than and Arthit.

Stylish clothes.

Silver earrings.

Bright expression.

Chaotic energy spiritually.

Then immediately—

Praew: “BABY!”

Before anyone could react—

Praew rushed down the stairs dramatically and hugged Tharin from behind.

A terrifyingly affectionate brother honestly.

Praew: “Did university traumatize you emotionally?”

Tharin looked helpless immediately.

Reasonable honestly.

Because surviving the Aiyarak brothers daily required emotional endurance.

A serious issue.

Then suddenly—

all three brothers finally noticed Aran standing nearby.

Silence.

Real silence.

Because somehow—

the atmosphere immediately changed again.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Arthit slowly looked toward Than afterward.

Then calmly—

Arthit: “…Who’s this?”

Before Than could answer—

Chai immediately raised his hand dramatically.

Coward behavior honestly.

Chai: “Campus prince emotionally attached himself to Nong Rin today.”

A COMPLETE disaster.

Tharin nearly died spiritually.

Reasonable honestly.

Because honestly?

Chai deserved jail time at this point.

Meanwhile—

Praew’s eyes widened immediately afterward.

Dangerous reaction honestly.

Because somehow—

he instantly became emotionally invested.

A terrifying older brother trait.

Praew: “Wait.”

Silence.

Then dramatically—

Praew: “THIS is the basketball player?”

A serious issue.

Because suddenly—

all attention landed directly on Aran.

Even the security guards nearby looked interested now.

A disaster honestly.

Meanwhile—

Aran remained calm externally.

Which honestly impressed Than slightly.

A dangerous achievement.

Then quietly—

Than finally spoke.

Than: “This is Aran Rattanakosin.”

The second the surname registered—

Arthit’s eyebrow lifted slightly.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Because apparently—

the families knew of each other already.

A serious issue honestly.

Then calmly—

Arthit: “Rattanakosin Group?”

Aran nodded once.

Simple.

Direct.

Meanwhile—

Praew immediately whispered dramatically toward Khem:

Praew: “Rich people found each other naturally.”

Correct honestly.

A terrifyingly accurate observation.

Before the atmosphere could become stranger—

Than calmly gestured toward the entrance.

Than: “Go inside first.”

And somehow—

everyone obeyed immediately.

A dangerous family hierarchy honestly.

Inside the mansion, warm lights illuminated massive hallways decorated with modern art and polished wood floors.

Staff members greeted the brothers respectfully while moving around preparing dinner.

And honestly?

The place somehow still felt warm despite looking expensive enough to buy half the university.

A serious achievement.

Meanwhile—

Aran quietly followed behind the family while observing everything carefully.

Then suddenly—

he noticed something important.

Every single person inside the house focused on Tharin naturally.

Small things.

Automatic things.

One staff member immediately took the heavy bags from him first.

Another brought cold water without asking.

Khem quietly adjusted the sleeve slipping from Tharin’s wrist while walking.

Tiny actions.

Still significant.

Because somehow—

everyone treated Tharin like something precious.

And honestly?

Aran understood why frighteningly fast.

Meanwhile—

inside the dining room—

the table looked absurdly large.

A complete disaster honestly.

Because the amount of food covering it could probably feed an entire faculty department.

A serious issue.

There was:

* grilled seafood,

* soups,

* multiple curries,

* noodles,

* desserts,

* fruit trays,

* and at least six dishes Tharin clearly loved judging by his expression.

Psychotic family behavior honestly.

Beside him—

Praew proudly pointed toward the table dramatically.

Praew: “We prepared your favorites.”

Tharin immediately looked embarrassed.

Reasonable honestly.

Because honestly?

The amount of food looked excessive even for him.

A serious issue.

Then quietly—

Aran noticed another change.

The second Tharin sat beside his brothers—

he relaxed completely.

Not louder.

Not overly cute.

Just softer naturally.

Comfortable.

Safe.

And somehow—

that difference fascinated Aran deeply.

A dangerous realization.

Meanwhile—

Praew suddenly sat directly across from Aran afterward.

Then smiled suspiciously.

A terrifying sign honestly.

Praew: “So.”

Silence.

Then—

Praew: “Tell us your intentions.”

A COMPLETE disaster.

Tharin nearly choked on water instantly.

Reasonable honestly.

Because WHAT kind of dinner conversation was that?

A serious issue.

Beside him—

Than calmly continued eating like nothing happened.

Coward behavior honestly.

Because he absolutely allowed this chaos intentionally.

Meanwhile—

Aran looked surprisingly calm afterward.

Then simply answered:

Aran: “I like being around Rin.”

Real silence followed immediately afterward.

Because somehow—

his honesty made things worse.

A serious issue.

Across the table—

Praew physically grabbed Khem dramatically.

Praew: “HE ADMITTED IT.”

Reasonable honestly.

Meanwhile—

Tharin’s face immediately turned red again.

A disaster.

Because Aran kept saying dangerous things naturally.

Like he didn’t realize their emotional impact.

A terrifying personality trait honestly.

Then unexpectedly—

Arthit asked another question calmly.

Arthit: “You’ve never dated men before?”

Silence.

Aran answered directly.

Aran: “No.”

Another pause followed.

Then—

Aran: “But I don’t think that matters.”

And honestly?

That answer changed the atmosphere slightly.

Because suddenly—

the brothers stopped teasing for one second.

Instead—

they quietly studied him.

Carefully.

Seriously.

Dangerous honestly.

Because the Aiyarak family hated people who treated feelings carelessly.

A serious issue.

Meanwhile—

Tharin looked down quietly at his plate afterward.

Because honestly?

Part of him still struggled believing someone like Aran could genuinely mean those words.

Back then—

people pretended.

Lied.

Played games with his feelings for entertainment.

And those memories still followed him quietly sometimes.

Meanwhile—

Than noticed immediately.

Of course he did.

Because Than always noticed when Tharin became quieter suddenly.

A terrifying older brother skill honestly.

Then calmly—

Than changed the topic naturally.

Than: “Rin.”

Tharin looked up slightly.

Than: “How was architecture orientation?”

Silence.

Then slowly—

for the first time all evening—

Tharin genuinely smiled again.

Small.

Warm.

Real.

Tharin: “…I liked it.”

And somehow—

Aran couldn’t stop staring afterward.