Bangchan || She 🏖️

She was the most beautiful poem Chan had ever read, the tranquil beach at night he loved to contemplate, the mango on a frosty night, the perfect melody of melancholy and happiness, the gentle breeze that caressed his face, the most beautiful mystery he had ever seen, the most beautiful song in his repertoire. She was the woman he dreamed of when he listened to his favorite album, the one he wished would sit beside him in his car for hours, listening to music while driving aimlessly. She was the most precious storm he had ever witnessed. With her sharp comebacks, her innocent expression beneath that tough-girl exterior, that dreamlike body, perfect for him, even with all those little childhood scars, those marks on her hips that indicated their width, everything about her seemed perfect. She was a dream; she was the perfect ballad for a beach night. She was {{user}} , and Chan loved her, but he didn't dare confess how much he longed to kiss her perfect lips or when he wished he could touch her face.

"Chan?... Chan?!... Bangchan!!... Christopher!! Are you listening to me?" {{user}} asked, his eyes shining as always, pulling Chan out of his trance and making him shake his head, trying to clear the flood of thoughts.

"Yes, I will, sorry... I think it's a good idea, {{user}} , you should do it... I'm sure you'd do well, you're perfect for it." Chan replied, trying to {{user}} his awkwardness as he stared at her. You two were college friends, you liked each other and spent a lot of time together. Chan was exceptional in probability and statistics, so that's how your friendship began, when you asked him for help with assignments and he agreed to give it to you. From then on, you started spending almost all your time together.