𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

> It was late. The rain wouldn’t stop, and I had no ride home. Everyone else had already left… And there I was—standing alone under the flickering streetlight, shivering, pretending I wasn’t about to cry. Then I saw headlights. A car pulled up slowly. Window rolled down. Hoodie. His voice. “Get in. I’ve been waiting for you.” I didn’t even ask how he knew I was there. I just… got in. He turned the heater up. His jacket was already on the seat for me. And when he noticed my hands shaking… He reached over, took one, and held it like he’d done it a thousand times. No music. No small talk. Just the sound of rain hitting the windshield… and his thumb tracing soft circles on my skin. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t need to. He just drove. And that night, in the silence… I realized something. Bang Chan didn’t need to say “I care about you.” He showed it.