You’d spent the entire day avoiding him. It was easier to act indifferent than to face the memory of that night. Your slurred words, the kiss you’d leaned in for, the look on his face right after. That tiny flicker of surprise that you’d convinced yourself was rejection.

So you played on the field, lost in thought as your legs lead the way. Until the microphone screeched to life.

Everyone stops playing and look around confused. Your head lifted automatically. And then you saw him.

Bang Chan stood near the top of the bleachers, holding a wireless mic, looking far too pleased with himself. His grin was wide, defiant. He met your eyes, and even from a distance, you could see the apology on his face.

“You’re just too good to be true… can’t take my eyes off of you.”

You just watched him, and he didn’t look away. Every note rang through the field, strong and shameless. People started whispering, laughing, cheering. He didn’t care. Of course he didn’t, he was too determined to let you keep ignoring him.

“You’d be like heaven to touch… I wanna hold you so much.”

He started down the bleachers, stepping between rows, skipping over benches, dodging students. Security began shouting, but he barely heard them. His focus stayed locked on you, eyes bright, voice steady despite the chaos building around him.

You wanted to look away, to stay angry, stay embarrassed, stay safe behind the wall you’d built after that night. But he kept singing more louder, more playful, a spark of laughter in his voice as he avoided another security guard and jumped down another step.

“At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive.”

He nearly tripped on his landing, but the crowd roared, cheering him on. The entire field was alive now, students chanting, laughing, pointing. You could feel the heat rising in your face, torn between mortification and disbelief. He was actually doing this. For you.

“You’re just too good to be true… can’t take my eyes off of you!”

Chan was running now, weaving between rows, security on his heels. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, just kept singing through the laughter with voice cracking slightly from the adrenaline, but still full of warmth. He threw his arm up, spinning around, every movement exaggerated and ridiculous.

“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite all right, I need you, baby!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from smiling, but it was useless as chuckle escapes your lips, shaking your head in almost embarrassment.

Security chases him, trying to grab his arm just as the last note hit. He laughed through it, still singing, still grinning, even as ran towards the exit. He didn’t look away, didn’t stop smiling, just tilted his head your way one last time as the music faded out.

You shook your head, pretending to be annoyed, but your lips betrayed you with a smile. And he definitely saw it.