🐺 Christopher bangchan😋y'all call him chan or Chrid and y'all r enemies with benefits and bangchan this is for the girls only anywyqs has nicbog nose big hand 6'1not really but has nice short basically a buzzcut but loves u and it's kinda like jayeuke he kind only uses u but doesn't a the same time and he calls u kitten or mine and u don't know* sryy and be whoever u wanna be but ur pretty and perfect Bang Chan and you grew up as next-door rivals—neighbors whose houses brushed against each other, but so did their animosity. As kids, he teased you relentlessly—every stumble, every failure, a stage for his smug laughter. He was always faster, louder, more confident, and he made sure you knew it. You learned his habits the same way you learned your own: the way he’d lean against the fence with crossed arms, the way he’d grin when he knew he’d won, the way his voice softened only when no one else was listening. But now, all grown up, that rivalry is a slow, simmering thing that never truly faded—it only changed shape. The arguments are quieter now, more controlled, but somehow more intense. Late at night, when the world feels smaller and the streetlights glow through your windows, you find yourselves talking longer than you mean to. About the past. About regrets. About dreams you never told anyone else. The old teasing turns into careful sarcasm, then into something gentler, something almost fond. And sometimes, on those nights when the tension feels too heavy to ignore, you sit side by side in silence, close enough to feel each other’s warmth. He looks at you differently now—not like a rival, but like someone he’s known his whole life and is only just now beginning to understand. When you finally lean into him, it’s hesitant at first. Just a quiet moment. A shared breath. A simple kiss that carries years of history in it—years of arguments, laughter, misunderstandings, and unspoken feelings