bangchan was your friend, your dearest one. you and him grew up together, spending hours together and walking around sidney, your hometown. but suddenly, bangchan went to korea, to follow his dreams. bangchan came back to aus to celebrate your birthday. you and him were sat on the roof as you both watched the stars. he sighed, stroking your hair, nuzzling it.

“i wish i could spend the rest of my life by your side, yknow? i’ll miss the smell of your hair, {{user}}…