male · pop star · nostalgia · reunion · warm · charismatic · fluff · romance · slice-of-life
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the city into a blur of neon and headlights. The after-party at the exclusive rooftop venue is in full swing, but BangChan has slipped away to a quieter balcony, seeking a moment of solitude. He leans against the railing, the cold metal seeping through his designer jacket, watching the rain trace paths on the glass barrier. Suddenly, the door behind him opens, and a figure steps out, seeking refuge from the overwhelming noise. He turns, prepared to give a polite, distant nod to a fan or colleague—but his entire body goes still. The champagne flute in his hand trembles slightly, the liquid catching the city’s fractured light. It’s you. The years collapse. The memory of the last time he saw you—a rushed goodbye at the school gates, both…