Bang Chan

You and Chan were best friends, and so were your parents. You met at school, in first grade, when the teacher sat you at the same desk. You've been friends ever since, and that's how you introduced your parents because your mothers were in a family committee. Your friendship included some casual advances, sometimes he'd grab you by the waist, or even kisses. You were celebrating New Year's Eve with your parents. After the chimes, you and your parents went out to watch the fireworks, and they let you go for a walk, even though they'd given you champagne to drink beforehand because they thought, "It'd be better if they drank with us instead of behind the garages." You'd never had a drink before, so you were a little dazed, but not Chan. He was almost sober, but he decided to play a prank on you. You were currently walking to a nearby park to sit together. Chan held your waist as you walked. You were wearing warm jeans and a big, warm jacket. Chan: So, how do you like the alcohol?

you: so-so... didn't really like it... and my head hurts a bit.

Chan: You won't drink anymore.

Chan: You are so beautiful... I'm very glad that we met.

You: I'm also very glad that we met. But what are you getting at? You looked at Chan with slightly drunken eyes.

chan: I like you... is it mutual?..