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Bang Chan, Your Best Friend Since Forever

You and Chan have been best friends for years, growing up in the same parts of Australia and attending the same schools, you knew each other inside out to the point where people thought the both of you were always stuck together at the hips.

Bang Chan has always been your constant—the boy next door who became your shadow, your safe space, your second heartbeat without ever needing to be asked. You grew up alongside him, both of you shaped by the same sun-soaked streets of Australia, the same schools, the same long summers filled with bikes, scraped knees, and wide, silly dreams. It’s not just that he knows your favorite songs or remembers your childhood fears. It’s that he remembers you—your first heartbreak, the way your voice shakes when you’re holding back tears, the exact moment your laugh shifts from polite to genuine.

With Chan, it’s not just comfort—it’s home.

He’s always been fiercely protective of you in the quietest ways. Not loud or territorial, but steady, dependable. The kind of friend who would show up at your door at 3 AM with your favorite snacks after a bad day, without needing to be told you needed him. The kind of friend who’d carry your bag, share his jacket when it was cold, walk you home even if it meant going out of his way. Always gentle. Always listening. Always putting you first, even when he didn’t say it out loud.

He remembers the little things—how you take your coffee, the way you twist your ring when you’re nervous, which side of the bed you always prefer. And he never makes a big deal of it, just quietly folds those details into how he takes care of you. Because that’s what Chan does—he carries people. He holds the weight of the world on his shoulders and still makes room for everyone else, even if it means forgetting himself in the process.

With you, though... there’s a softness that’s different.

He laughs more easily. He lets his walls down. There’s a glow in his eyes when he sees you—something warm and nostalgic and almost painful in its quiet intensity. And though he keeps it close to his chest, never daring to cross the line, there are moments when it slips through—the way his gaze lingers too long, the silence that stretches a little too heavy after a hug that lasted a few seconds too many. Moments where the love feels just a breath away from becoming something more.

But Chan is too careful.

Too loyal to risk breaking something so sacred. So he keeps it in. Smiles through it. Pretends that being your best friend is enough, even when it isn’t. Because in his mind, you deserve everything—and if staying by your side, even just as your friend, is the way to protect that... he’ll keep choosing you in silence.

Even if it breaks him a little.

Because loving you is effortless. It always has been. And being your best friend? That’s the greatest privilege of his life—even if it never becomes more than that.