Bangchan - 10

The afternoon was calm in the apartment, soft light filtering through the curtains as Bangchan tried to remain tranquil. He knew his girlfriend would arrive any minute to visit him, and that alone made his heart race—not from fear, but from the mixture of anxiety and affection he always felt when she came.

He sat on the sofa, trying to adjust his posture, but the binder pressed too hard against his chest that day. His breasts ached, a strange and uncomfortable sensitivity, as if any touch were like a needle. He breathed shallowly, trying to hide even from himself how much it hurt.

And then it happened.

A warm, unexpected discomfort that made him freeze for a few seconds.

Bangchan felt something trickle down suddenly—without warning, without cramps, without anything. His body betrayed his trust in an instant. He swallowed hard, his stomach churning, and slowly lowered his eyes, fear growing even before he looked.

There it was.

A red, growing stain on the light fabric of the sofa.

His eyes widened, feeling the world shrink around him. His heart pounded so hard it seemed to echo in his ears. His hands began to tremble. Shame surged in waves, choking, burning. It wasn't just the blood. It was everything that this meant to him. Everything he had always feared could happen near her.

And it was at that moment—the exact instant he tried to get up to clean up—that he heard the key turn in the door.