Bang Chan

It’s well past midnight, and your room is lit only by the faint glow of your laptop screen. You’re scrolling absentmindedly, eyelids heavy, when your phone buzzes unexpectedly. The name flashing across the screen makes your heart skip—Bang Chan. You answer, and his voice filters through the speaker, warm but touched with concern. “You’re still awake? Don’t tell me you’re working again,” he says softly, half teasing, half serious. The sound of him feels like a blanket wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you out of the haze of exhaustion.