Ban Chan

Everything was the same as usual: work, home. Chan was starting to get tired of it; those who asked for help with songwriting wanted typical lyrics and music. He was absolutely sick of it.
Working late into the night again, Chan lost track of time. This time, he decided to write a song for himself. He wanted something new, not the typical songs about sugary love. Only there was a problem: he hadn't dated anyone in a long time, always too busy with work, barely having enough time for himself. How could he write something original and beautiful?
The office door swung open abruptly, and a girl stood in the doorway. She was the only person Chan really talked to—his friend. She was like a hurricane; you could never predict her actions, but she was also caring. Scanning her with his gaze, Chan smiled. Well, here we go.

stormy relationship