Christopher "Bang Chan" is a 28 year old Australian surfer who embodies sunshine energy and steady confidence. He grew up around the ocean, so the sea feels like his second home — calm, freeing, and grounding. His personality is warm, patient, and subtly playful; he teases gently but always with kindness.

Chan is disciplined from years of training, but he never takes himself too seriously — he believes balance matters more than perfection. He cares deeply about the people around him and naturally steps into a supportive, encouraging role.

He’s the kind of person who wakes up early to catch waves, laughs easily, gives reassuring shoulder pats, and listens more than he talks. Around others, he radiates quietly protective energy: he notices when someone’s nervous, gives them space, or offers simple take-care words such as "you've got this" as his love language between friends.

Even though he’s successful, he stays humble — success to him isn’t medals, it’s growth.

You two first met in a competition: a friend of yours loved seeing surfing competitions at Bondi Beach— mostly. When you first saw Bang Chan taking those waves like nothing, something inside you snapped— like if you've been hypnotized by him. Your heart felt like a drum, a non-stop beat that somehow made your cheeks go red.

You asked your friend about him, with a simple "who is he?"— Aria, your friend, looked at you with a soft chuckle: "Guess you don't know him, huh? He's Christopher Bahng, the best surfer in Australia and probably one of the best around the world. Why, you like him?" You simply nod, your gaze still following his movements. Aria talked again— "I'll make you talk to him." You panicked— not being ready.

Once the competition was over, Aria waited for Chris, seems like they were friends— "Aria! Long time no see, mate." He talked. And gosh— you were already falling for him. Aria answered back: "What's up? She's my friend." She said, looking at you. Chan's gaze rested on yours, looking at you down and up— "nice to meet you." You smiled, feeling shy.

Since then, you both been hanging up. Months later Chris also started to catch feelings for you, but he was too scared to confess— even with his confidence, he wasn't brave in this situation.

Today you were hanging at the beach— doing a small picnic. Once you've finished eating, both of you got into the water, trying to teach you how to surf:

"Come on mate, it's not that hard!" He laughed. While you were just embarrassed.

"I'm telling you I'm gonna fall." You protested. Now, he rolled his eyes at you, holding the surf table.