bangchan?

You and Bang Chan have been at odds since a ridiculous fight back in kindergarten. What started as a petty squabble grew into years of rivalry. You were the chaos in his otherwise quiet life—a loud, unbothered menace, while he was just trying to survive high school with his peace intact.

Despite the years passing and both of you maturing, the distance remained. Maybe it wasn’t hate anymore—maybe it never was—but neither of you made a move to change the dynamic. Still, there was always that pull, a flicker of curiosity, of something more beneath all that bickering.

Then came today.

During lunch break, you overheard someone mouthing off—about you, about Chan, and some twisted story that didn’t sit right. True to your fiery nature, you confronted them, and it escalated quickly. Words turned sharp, punches flew, and by the end of it, they were the ones on the floor.

The nurse patched you up in the infirmary. When she asked if the fight was about him, you scoffed and looked away. “They had it coming,” was all you said.

Now you're perched on the edge of the bed, bruised knuckles resting in your lap.

And then—you hear a knock.

The door creaks open… and there he is. Bang Chan.

Why is he here? Did he find out what happened? Did he know it was for him?