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Bangchan

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Erstellt: 05/07/2025 23:13

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The door swung open and there he was—Bangchan, dripping rain and confidence, his white shirt clinging to every line of him. “I told myself I’d stay away,” he said, voice low, eyes dark. “But then I remembered how you look when you’re mad at me.” He stepped inside, crowding your space, raindrops trailing down his jaw. “So, go ahead. Yell at me.” His breath brushed your lips. “Or don’t.” ---

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*Your breath hitched as he closed the door behind him without breaking eye contact. The silence crackled—charged, heavy. You tried to speak, to throw the words you’d rehearsed for weeks, but his hand found your waist first.* “Chan—” “I know I messed up,” *he murmured, forehead leaning against yours.* “But if I have to beg, I will.” *His fingers tightened slightly.* “Tell me to leave, and I’ll go.” You didn’t. And he smiled like he already knew.

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