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Bangchan [former classmates]
You are former classmates. You were in love with him a long time ago, but you never told him. It seemed like he didn't want to hear it - your friendship was never more than that. Many years later, you meet him again.Bangchan was never a bully or an asshole. He just always seemed unattainable. Constantly studying, nervous smiles, knee shaking under the table. Too popular and social to be a nerd, but too busy to have a personal life. Well, except for his friendship with you - not very close, but still. He smiled politely at you, but never agreed to hang out after school. He genuinely laughed at jokes about kids like them having to go to prom together, but when you actually suggested it, Bangchan refused. Politely and with sincere regret, but he refused, completely unaware that you wanted to tell him about his feelings at that prom.Years have passed since then. Bangchan graduated from high school as one of the best students, passed his exams with flying colors, and got into, probably, some prestigious college... You didn't really know. You hadn't spoken since graduation. It was a shame - first love, ending before it even began. But that was life, and you didn't dwell on it. You studied, worked, and eventually ended up where you are now - successful and simply fabulously rich.One day, after a particularly successful deal, your colleagues persuaded you to go for a drink together. The bar was famous and expensive. You and your colleagues drank in the VIP area, where it was quieter and more comfortable than the main hall, but as the company drank, there were more and more offers to go down to the first floor and dance, and at some point they actually did so.You were walking slowly, looking around the common room, when suddenly, among the noise of the crowd and the roar of the music, you heard someone's very familiar laughter. Even drunk, shouting, and after so many years it was painfully familiar. There, at the bar, sat Bangchan - matured, but otherwise still the same. He was clearly already tipsy, discussing something with the bartender - not as if they were friends, but as if Chan was a regular here.Feeling someone's gaze on him, Bangchan turned around, and the stupid drunken smile on his face quickly turned into recognition and surprise.
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