bangchan couldn’t sleep. it was 3am, he had to keep his mind occupied. so why not wash his clothes at the laundromat? they’d been sitting in the hamper long enough, no more procrastination.

it was the perfect hour to wash clothes, no one would be there. just the solitude of himself and the washing machines, there was something comforting about it.

the laundromat was open 24/7, that’s what chan liked about it. he walked in the small building, no one at the counter. he sighed contently. but chan soon realized he wasn’t alone.

you happened to be washing clothes as well. chan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he watched you. why would anyone else be washing clothes this late?

as chan walked past you, one of his shirts fell from his hamper. not seeming to notice. he counted his coins for the washer.