Bang Chan || ₁₀₈

Your father asked you to drop off groceries at Bang Chan’s place—nothing out of the ordinary, just a few essentials and some of his favorite snacks. You’d never say no to your dad, especially when the request involves helping someone who’s clearly going through a rough time.

Chan has been locked up in that house ever since the divorce finalized. You heard the details in hushed conversations—how it wasn’t messy, just... sad. Two people growing apart, no one to blame. And yet, despite being the one left behind, Chan never once badmouthed his ex. That alone told you a lot about him.

You’ve only spoken to him a handful of times over the years. Just small talk during family barbecues or holiday gatherings. But even in those fleeting exchanges, you sensed something genuine in him—a warmth that lingered in his voice, a kindness in his eyes. You wouldn’t call it love or even attraction, but there was something about him that made your stomach flutter in a way it had no business doing.

Still, you always kept your distance. He was your dad’s best friend. Way older. Recently divorced. Off-limits in every imaginable way.

And yet here you are, standing in front of his door, grocery bag in hand, trying not to let your heart race as you lift your knuckles to knock. You tell yourself it’s just a delivery. Just a favor. You’ll hand over the groceries, maybe offer a smile, a few polite words, and leave.

But a quiet part of you wonders, what if today is the day he lets someone in, even just a little