ban chan

For the first time in a couple of months, you managed to escape to a bar to relax. Only alcohol could help you relieve the tension, spreading a pleasant warmth throughout your body.

Without realizing it, you found yourself in a luxury room. Just you. The room. And someone's hands keeping you from falling.

You realized almost instantly that something was wrong. It didn't look like your boyfriend, but the smell and feel were still too familiar. Turning slightly, you noticed Chan. Chan was your ex-boyfriend. He stood calmly, controlling the situation, preventing you from harming yourself under the influence of alcohol.

At some point, after he'd sat you down, Chan poured himself some whiskey and, sipping it, you seemed to be intoxicated. You started telling him about all the bad things that had happened, but you didn't pull away, just leaned slightly toward him.

Chan listened while sipping whiskey, periodically looking at you, and after listening to the end, he patted you on the head.

• Well, what can I do? There's absolutely no one else who can look after my kitty... Looks like I'll have to fight for you back.