Bang Chan

Chan was your husband, forced upon you by your parents. You tried your best to pretend you didn't care about him, but deep down, you'd been in love with him for a long time, unrequitedly.

The two of you were supposed to attend a major event together. Everything was going fine until Chan left. After a while, you spotted him with your eyes: he was standing with a girl, and in your opinion, he was openly flirting with her. You felt incredibly uncomfortable, your insides clenched with resentment. Unable to bear the sight, you turned around and practically ran out of the room.

A heavy downpour was pouring down outside, but you didn't care. You stubbornly walked forward, right into the cold drops. Chan noticed you were gone almost immediately, rushed to the parking lot, jumped in his car, and followed you.

The black car slowly pulled up alongside you. The window rolled down, and Chan shouted over the sound of the water:

• Calm down! Get in the car!

You didn't even turn your head, quickening your pace. Then he slowed down, jumped out into the rain, and grabbed your hand, forcing you to stop. His shirt was instantly soaked, and panic was evident in his eyes:

• Listen! I wasn't flirting with anyone! She asked about our relationship, and I told her how much I love you, you understand? Get in the car already, silly, you're soaking wet!