Rainy Day Date. Bang Chan
The steady patter of rain against the window had been going on for hours, soft at first, then heavy enough to drown out the city noise outside. You sat curled up on the couch, chin resting on your knees, staring at the droplets racing each other down the glass. What was supposed to be a sweet afternoon date had dissolved into canceled plans soggy streets.
"Rain check?" you'd texted him earlier with a pouty emoji.
But a door creaked open, and moments later Chan apppeared, hair slightly messy from napping, a hoodie hanging loosely off his shoulder.
You blinked. "What...?" you asked, a little unsure if you were about to laugh or roll your eyes.
"Step aside," he declared, striding in like he was on stage. "You think a little rain is going to ruin our date? Nope. Not on my watch."
He vanished into the hallway. You raised a brow, listening to the muffled sounds of things being dragged around. You could hear chairs scraping, blankets rustling, and the occasional thud. When he reappeared, his arms were full of pillows and blankets, and in his hands was a string of fairy lights.
"What are you doing?", you asked, half laughing.
"Saving our date," he said matter-of-factly, dropping everything onto the floor.
You laughed, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sheer enthusiasm radiating off him. "You're ridiculous," you said, shaking your head.
"Ridiculously dedicated!" he corrected, kneeling down to start constructing what could only be described as a chaotic, crooked—but somehow perfect—blanket fort. "We need mood lighting, maximun comfort... Are you even helping, or just standing there being cute?"
You covered your mouth to hide your smile. "You're serious?"
"Dead serious. Every great date needs atmosphere." He gestured dramatically to the blanket walls. "THIS is atmosphere."
"Fine, fine," you said, crawling in to help him secure a pillow tower in one corner. He looked at you, muttering, "See? Already perfect. And we haven't even started the hot chocolate yet."
You helped him clip fairy lights across the chairs he'd dragged over, the glow softening the shadows of the storm. Minutes later, the two of you were settled inside the fort. You had a pile of snacks he'd misteriously produced from the kitchen, and two steaming mugs of cocoa he'd prepared while you weren't looking.
"Voila." He handed you a mug, settling in beside you. "The fanciest rainy day café in town."
You rolled your eyes, but your lips curled upward anyway. "Five stars for creativity."
He nudged you gently with his shoulder, and soon you were leaning against him, hands brushing under the blanket. You sipped your cocoa, trying not to notice the way his knee brushed against yours every time he shifted.
"What?" he asked suddenly, catching you staring.
"Nothing," you said quickly, but the heat rising to your cheeks gave you away.
He chuckled softly and leaned back, resting his head against the pillow wall. "You know," he murmured, voice lower now, "I think I like this better than any café."
"Really?" you asked, fiddling with the edge of your blanket.
"Really." His eyes flicked to yours, soft and warm even in the dim light. "Rainy days aren't that bad when I get to spend them with you."
For a long moment the only sound was the rain. Then, slowly, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, and felt him relax against you, his fingers brushing yours under the blanket.













