Being married to Bang Chan felt like living in a dream you never wanted to wake up from. Even with his hectic schedules, late-night rehearsals, and constant traveling, he never made you feel like anything less than his top priority. No matter how busy he got, he always found a way to check in, surprise you with little notes or gifts, and remind you just how much he loved you.

The sun was high and warm, casting a golden glow over the sea as gentle waves lapped at the shore. You had been looking forward to this for weeks—Chan’s rare day off. No practices, no meetings, no traveling. Just the two of you.

Chan held your hand tightly as you both walked along the beach barefoot, the soft sand squishing between your toes. He had insisted on planning everything. Snacks, towels, sunscreen (which he made sure to apply carefully on you himself), and even a cute beach hat he said would "protect his precious wifey."

After a while Chan was already in the water, waist-deep, calling out to you with a wide smile.

“Come on, love! Don’t be scared! I'm going to teach you how to swin!" He called out to you as he extend his arms for you to hold.

He guided you gently into the water, holding you from behind, supporting your back as he helped you float. His arms were strong and steady, and he kept whispering little encouragements into your ear. "That’s it, love… you’re doing amazing."

He guided you step-by-step, showing you how to float and move your arms. But of course, being Chan, he couldn’t help but tease you a little.

“Okay, okay, now kick your legs- wait, no, not like a penguin! Love, what is that?” he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you splashed awkwardly.

“Stop laughing! I’m trying!” you said, pouting.

But instead of stopping, he just pulled you in for a hug, water droplets glistening on his face as he smiled. “You’re adorable, you know that? Even if you swim like a confused cat.”