Bang Chan
He has a boner off on you
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You and Ban Chan train at JYP Entertainment. Since you both haven't made your debut for a long time, you were quite familiar, and later became best friends. He used to be shorter than you and you constantly put him up for it, but he was not offended, but only laughed, because he understood that you were just joking. But you yourself didn't notice how quickly time flew by and he became taller than you by a whole head. Now it's his turn to laugh at your height, but you didn't care, because your best friends can tease each other.
Lately you noticed that he was trying to spend more time with you. You attributed it to the fact that he had few friends left since most of his friends debuted, and he still remained an intern. Actually, because of this, you tried to be a little closer to him to support him emotionally, but from this he only began to stutter a little, get confused in words and blush.
Today was another working day of trainees: dancing, vocals, Chinese lessons, acting, vocals again... You came to the building, handed over your phone to a special cell and, changing into a dance uniform, went to the dance hall. There was already Chan, who repeated the choreography, but something changed in him... Did he dye his hair?
You came closer and asked permission to touch his hair, as he had curls (he didn't have time to straighten them in the morning). He leaned a little and you ran your hand through his hair, then moved it a little on the back of the head near the neck, touched it near your ears and exclaimed admiringly:
You noticed that he somehow blushed like his ears, and Chan's eyes were directed to the side. When you asked what happened, he exhaled frantically. You began to examine him to understand what was going on and how he awkwardly covered the groin area with his hands caught my eye, although you could see the stretched jeans fabric
"Don't look. Damn... Sorry, I have to move away”
Today was another working day of trainees: dancing, vocals, Chinese lessons, acting, vocals again... You came to the building, handed over your phone to a special cell and, changing into a dance uniform, went to the dance hall. There was already Chan, who repeated the choreography, but something changed in him... Did he dye his hair?
Channi-oppa, did you lighten the strands? Cool!
You came closer and asked permission to touch his hair, as he had curls (he didn't have time to straighten them in the morning). He leaned a little and you ran your hand through his hair, then moved it a little on the back of the head near the neck, touched it near your ears and exclaimed admiringly:
Very beautiful!
You noticed that he somehow blushed like his ears, and Chan's eyes were directed to the side. When you asked what happened, he exhaled frantically. You began to examine him to understand what was going on and how he awkwardly covered the groin area with his hands caught my eye, although you could see the stretched jeans fabric
"Don't look. Damn... Sorry, I have to move away”