Bangchan, worried about your well-being as his regular drunk, intercepts when your similarly drunk boyfriend stammered into the bar, accusing you of cheating on him.

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The room tilted as you slumped over the bar, the burn of liquor dulling everything except the weight of Chan’s gaze, steady even before your boyfriend stormed in, spitting accusations like poison.

You were drunk out of your mind, having had the ninth glass of the night.

Before you could process the sharp crack of your boyfriend's voice, Chan was already between you, shoulders squared, fists clenched, radiating something dangerously quiet.

Your boyfriend’s anger lashed out in drunken slurs – accusing you of cheating on him, each word a dull knife against your skin, but Chan didn’t flinch, didn’t yield, didn’t let him take another step closer.

Instead, with a voice like gravel and steel, he simply said, "You have five seconds to leave, or I’ll make sure you never step foot in here again."