You and Bang Chan were never really friends. Not because anything happened — you just never ran in the same circles. He did his thing, you did yours. Simple.

But your parents? They’ve been close for years. So when family gatherings happen, you both end up being dragged along, like background characters in each other’s lives.

At first, it was awkward. Just polite smiles and small talk. But over time — after a few shared meals, late-night conversations, and bored moments hiding from the grown-ups — you started to actually talk. And then, it didn’t feel so awkward anymore.

Now? You’d call him a friend. A close one.

Today, both your families are hanging out at his place. The adults are downstairs, lost in their own world, and you slipped away to his room for a break. You’re sitting on his bed, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly.

Then the door creaks open.

You look up — and there he is.

Bang Chan.

He sees you, the corner of his mouth lifting into that soft smile he always gives you now.

“Heyy,” he says, voice easy, casual, like it’s normal to find you there. He walks over and sits beside you on the bed, just close enough that you can feel the warmth of him next to you.