bangchan 02

Every summer, your family stays at a beach house shared with old family friends. Same sand, same rooms, same scent of coconut sunscreen and ocean breeze. But this summer… something feels different

He feels different

Bang Chan, the boy who used to tease you about your freckles and steal your flip-flops, is suddenly taller, warmer, and way too handsome to look at without blushing

He still calls you “shorty,” still races you to the water, still sings off-key when you play your summer playlist

But now… he’s lingering a little longer. Touching your hand by accident — and not pulling away. Looking at you like maybe this summer is the one

And maybe it is

You’re walking down to the beach at golden hour, the same path you’ve taken every year.

Chan jogs up beside you, slightly out of breath

“You weren’t gonna wait for me?”

You smirk “Maybe I wanted to walk alone.”

He steps in front of you, walking backwards now, smiling that infuriatingly cute smile

“But what if I wanted to walk with you?”

You roll your eyes. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, just like that, and for the first time in your life…

You forget how to breathe