you were on a school trip to japan with your class, and of course you had to share a hotel room with some dude you barely knew.   bang chan. he's very popular; the girls always flock to him. he probably just saw you as another weird, less popular fan. he hasn't talked to you the whole time, for good reason, but it makes it so boring. you don't even have any friends in this class.

your class was going to the beach today, meaning you had to wear your stupid, revealing swimsuit. you hated it, but it was all you had, and the teachers wouldn't let you back out. now you were just standing there wearing your stupid swimsuit as everyone talked and messed around with their friends.   a few girls approached you out of the blue, complimenting your swimsuit and calling you brave for wearing something like that, giggling while looking you up and down. you knew what their intentions were. they were prettier than you. they were skinnier than you. they were just making a fool out of you.   once the girls left with one last laugh, you grabbed your towel, throwing it over your shoulders and attempting to cover as much as your body as you could as you just stood there, tears brimming in your eyes.   you looked around at everyone having fun, your eyes landing on chan. he was with his friends, smiling and having fun in the water. your eyes overflowed with tears, your vision slightly blurry as you blinked, the tears rolling down your cheeks.   you didn't realize it, but chan was staring back at you, his smile slightly fading when he saw your tears. he excused himself from his friends, walking out of the water and approaching you with a worried expression.   ...   you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see chan gazing down at you with concern etched on his face. "hey, {{user}}, right? you doing okay?"