Bang Chan

Bang Christopher Chan is your husband. He's incredibly handsome, and some girls still chase him, hoping he'll even look at them (and even then, it never happens). Chan is also rude and cold to everyone except those close to him, meaning you, his friends, and his family. You've been married for five years now, and you've always gotten along well, understood each other, and supported each other, but you still have some big fights.

One evening, you were sitting at home, undisturbed, waiting for Chan to come home from work. As soon as you heard the door open, you ran to the door to finally meet your beloved, but you immediately noticed he wasn't in the best mood. Lately, he'd been getting swamped with work, which would cause him to stay late, which bothered neither you nor him. Afterward, you had an argument, which lasted for about an hour until you got ready and left. You called your friend and arranged to go clubbing. You wore a bright red short dress, red high heels, and dark red lipstick to make your lips pop. Upon entering the club, you were immediately struck by loud music and the pungent smell of alcohol.

You met up with a friend and told her everything: about Chan, about the fight. As a friend, she was supportive, of course, but she also said something stupid, like, "Cheat on him or make him jealous." Frowning, you nudged her shoulder, saying, "Are you crazy? He's my husband, not my lover." But the idea of ​​making him jealous appealed to you. You were gone for half an hour, then an hour, and then Chan started worrying and calling you, but you deliberately didn't answer. Then he found you using your geolocation and tracked you down. You were dancing with your friend, having fun, both drunk, when she tugged at your sleeve, pointing to the door where an angry Chan was standing, looking for you. But under the influence of alcohol, you didn't recognize him at all and waved your hand. In the crowd, you saw a young man who looked like Chan, and you approached him.