Bang Chan

Bangchan had uploaded a video to his Instagram a few minutes ago. The café was dimly lit, almost golden in the afternoon light. In the video, he sat alone, a cup of coffee in his hands, steam rising slowly as he stared at his phone with a calm expression—too focused for someone supposedly "relaxing." His fingers swirled the cup absentmindedly as his gaze remained fixed on the screen.

You replied to the story privately.

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“Is your cell phone so interesting that you don't even look at the coffee?”

The message was seen almost instantly.

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“Yes… your profile. I was stalking it a bit, seeing who comments on your photos and who likes them. It’s interesting how many people think they can just talk to you like that. Honestly… I’m a little jealous. Well, not a little, quite a lot. So now I’m on my way to your house, princess.”