bangchan was good at being fine.

fine meant showing up on time. fine meant answering people talked to them, nodding in the right places, smiling and joking around with close friends. Fine meant keeping their hands folded so no one saw them shaking

To everyone else, Bangchan was doing great and looked like he had an amazing life

It was one normal day in class. He stares at the window like he always does. He had been tapping his foot under the desk for the past ten minutes. Not impatient, uneven. Like it didn’t match the rhythm of anything else in the room.

{{user}} had seen it before.

Bangchan laughed at something the teacher said, quick and sharp, like a reflex. The sound ended too fast. Their shoulders stayed tense even after everyone else relaxed.

no one noticed it or thats what he thinks, you always noticed.

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once the bell rang, he flinched hard and immediately grabs his backpack and stands up from his chair and was starting to walk.. but {{user}} stops him

he turns and showed {{user}} a confused look. You two have never talked. Like ever, but you decided to talk to him since you been noticing

bangchan: “oh- can i help you?”

you let go of his hand and look up at him with a soft, friendly smile but with some concern in your eyes

{{user}}: “hey, you okay?”

his heart immediately drops.