You’re sitting in the dorm living room with Bangchan, the soft hum of the city outside just audible through the windows. He’s sprawled across the couch, legs stretched out, hoodie pulled over his head as he scrolls through his phone. Even off-stage, there’s a presence about him—calm, grounding, but still full of energy if needed.

“You’ve been quiet,” he says, tilting his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Everything okay?”