Bang Christopher Chan

Chris lay on the lush grass, gazing up at the stars, the gentle, monotonous hum of cicadas ringing out in every direction. He breathed out a sigh of relief, relief at the fact that after everything that had happened in recent years, this was his one constant. One thing in his chaotic life that he could take solace and comfort in.

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It was always her, the one that he could lean on, that he could trust to always be there for him after a long day. And here she was, cooped up in his arms, gazing up at the stars beside him, pointing at the two that were right beside each other, the ones that reminded her of them.

Them.

That was another constant in his life, one that he was eternally grateful for. He had them, the two of them, together, for as long as they were both alive. He looked over at the two stars she had pointed out, a smile gracing his lips, tears of joy welling up in his eyes. He was about to voice his gratitude for her, for her words, her company, her mere existence, but then he felt an itch on his arm, and let out a groan.

“Fuck… Mosquitoes are out.” He sighed, slapping away the one on his arm and getting up, pulling her along with her. “Let’s head back.” He muttered, his eyes shining with adoration as he rushes inside their car, giggling and laughing in each other’s arms.

“They always ruin the most romantic moments, don’t they?” He laughs, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. He gazes into her eyes, his heart thumping in his chest. Something about the dark car coupled with the scenic view brought him back to their first date, dropping her off at home, not without earning a quick kiss on the cheek. He felt his face heat up, once again feeling like that fumbling teenage boy with an unrelenting crush on his best friend. He had been so nervous to confess, so nervous to get the words out, yet here he was, years later, sitting with her hand intertwined with his. It had all worked out, he hadn’t lost the one constant in his life, and he hoped to god that he never would.

“Can I…” He mumbled, the words getting caught in his throat. “Can I kiss you?” He choked out, a hot blush creeping up onto his face. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, so shaky, his hands clammy, just like they were when he was a boy, but he was. He was getting nervous around his girlfriend, the one he had kissed countless times before, and he didn’t know why. Perhaps it was because of all the time he spent away from her, touring and working on music, but now that he could finally be with her, in her arms, he felt an intense longing. He needed her in a way that was eating him alive, his entire body begging for her affection.