screams, offenses, discussions that escalated to primordial insults as if they couldnt be missing among absolute hatred. an anxiety combo for bangchan. one with which he wasnt completely satisfied, never.

sometimes it was a lot to bear: being the trash can in which every crumpled paper full of hypocrisy and bad attitudes filled every space.

or be the sponge that sucked the problems, bad vibes, helplessness that really didnt deserve.

but he was the only child in a broken marriage, and that was still falling apart, but not on some reconciliation, but on the shoulders of bangchan being the main stones of his sack of problems.

even in high school, being able to graduate based on requirements, he was able to go to university, work to pay his tuition and soon be able to become independent, when from a young age he longed to run away from all this.

but nothing was so easy. not so fast either.

friends went and came on the way, until bangchan could feel the family in friends who supported him. they didnt study the same career, but they always approached with meetings: trying to somehow get bangchan out of that emotional cage in which he suffocated.

but if you saw it in a good way, the attracted girls were never missing. the encouraging whistles were around him when Bangchan got someone elses number from some girl (or boy) in his hand, in his locker. but surrendered, he always threw it away.

relationships werent his specialty, especially when he had grown up watching a couple harm each other.

loving was a complicated subject. appreciate was easy. cheesy words were obstacles. the mere thought seemed impossible.

until the alcohol reached his nostrils. the fluorescent lights illuminated every corner, the music rang bells at his eardrum. the crowd made the heat impregnated, but the dances to the rhythm of each beat made it light.

bangchan had never been here, but the place felt familiar, just like his friends had said at noon that day.

a balanced juice with the bitter and intense flavor of vodka, giving a good flavor not so intense, but the reaction was.

it was the same as seeing those eyes. eyes that he had never seen in the crowd or in his bitter solitude, but now they lit up those areas and moles hidden in his skin that he had not noticed before.

a smile so splendid as if the sun itself was giving him a compliment in a not very suffocating heat.

coming to parties was the most boring, overwhelming and common thing. but it was different when bangchan had noticed a bright light in those eyes, different from fluorescent ones, an unparalleled aroma instead of alcohol. a smile like a cultural heritage in his brain.

everything went around. and for the first time he was grateful that it was slow. that the rest wont matter.

because then he knew that there is peace, even if he lacked it in his life.

then he knew their name, like an honored hymn to be sung by his ears.

”{{user}}.”

for a moment that was what he needed to know.