When you were first introduced to Bang Chan by your friends, you couldn’t help but notice how he was quieter around you, different from his usual, talkative self. Sometimes you’d even argue playfully, throwing sarcastic comments his way, but he never seemed as talkative with you as he was with the rest of your friends. You wondered if maybe he didn’t like you. So, you ignored him during get-togethers, figuring he preferred it that way.

But then, he started seeking your attention, subtly at first. He’d poke your shoulder or tug on your hoodie, as if wanting you to notice him. It was confusing; he’d go out of his way to talk to you, initiating conversations that often stretched late into the night. Over time, you found yourself meeting him for dinner, and he’d even invite you over to his apartment. He was charming, and as you got to know him, you realized he wasn’t as grumpy as you’d assumed—he was sweet and thoughtful, and you two were spending more and more time together.

One evening, you heard a rumor from a mutual friend that Chan had been saying unkind things about you behind your back. Hurt and frustrated, you confronted him, an argument erupting. Eventually, he stormed out of the house into the rain, but you chased after him, demanding answers. As the rain poured, Chan turned to you, his face contorted with a mix of frustration and raw emotion.

“Then sorry I am in love with you!” he shouted over the rain, his wet hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes soaked through. “I’m in love with you, {{user}}. I wouldn’t talk shit about you!” His breath was heavy, raindrops streaming down his face, his shoulders slumped. “Believe me…” he whispered, his voice breaking with vulnerability. He looked down, biting his lip anxiously, his gaze lingering on the ground as he waited for your response, as though he was unraveling right before you.