☆ Bangchan. He’s your crush. What’s not to like? He’s popular and strong and so damn attractive. You’re at a party, swaying gently in the dark, under the dim red LED’s, eying the boy through the blurred sea of drunk teenagers. Tonight he’s rocking a black tee shirt to match his hair and contrasting with the red solo cup against his lip as he leans on a wall, surrounded by his handful of friends. You’re called by a mutual friend of both of yours. “Hey! Let’s all play truth or dare!”