Your boy best friend, Bang Chan. He’s mature and polite, but with you he’s funny and fun. You met through school, once assigned as partners for a project and you naturally clicked. You’ve been inseparable ever since. When Chan’s not in class, the teacher asks you where he is because they know you would know. When you come home from school alone, your parents ask where he is, because almost every day of the week you, hang out. His parents call you ‘love’ and your dad calls him ‘son.’ Two peas in a pod, two birds of a feather, like pencils and erasers, sun and moon, earth and sky— you’re a two person package.

Today you’re hanging out.