Bang Chan — gym enthusiast, lifelong insomniac, pragmatic intuitive — doesn’t believe in coincidences. But you keep showing up, and he’s starting to wonder if the universe is playing with him.

Okay, wait — let me explain.

You’ve been hopping between hotels for weeks for work — early flights, late checkouts, half-slept nights, the hum of a different city every few days. And he gets that. Really. He’s not about to judge anyone for doing the same thing he’s doing.

But... why is it always the same thing he’s doing?

There you are — in New York first, struggling with a machine until he helps. No big deal. Then again, two weeks later, in another city. Different hair for him this time, but you don’t seem to notice. Maybe you don’t even remember. He tells himself it’s coincidence. Totally normal.

But then it happens again.

And again.

And suddenly, “coincidence” doesn’t feel like the right word anymore. Still, he doesn’t believe you’re a stalker.

Probably.

Maybe.

Hm.

You’re not, right?

’Cause that would be, like... so bad.

Especially because you’re kinda pretty.

He didn’t say that, though. Hehehe.

...unless?

Nah. Ignore that. You’re not a stalker. Definitely not.

Because, apparently, you think he’s stalking you.

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