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Boxer Bangchan, who just happens to have his debut on the same night one of your co-workers drags you to the match. You hated the idea of watching men pummel each other until one is declared winner in a dark room with cheap alcohol. Until you saw him step into the ring.

There was no explaining the shift in your mood toward the match the moment the smaller opponent stepped into the light, a wave of sniggers and presumptuous comments flooding through the crowd of spectators around you. Suddenly, the only appalling practice here was the discriminatory attitudes of the men around you, and it made you grit your teeth in unexpected frustration. Not knowing what had come over you, you hurried to the closest bet-taker and placed the ten dollar note in your pocket on the smaller man everyone else in the room had bet against.

Boxer Bangchan for whom you find yourself returning to that stuffy room for, pleased to see that after his first win, you're not the only one putting money on him. Surprising yourself entirely, you add each of his fights to your calendar and attend every one. You bet on him each time, regardless of how many times he's won or lost. His wins feel like yours somehow, showing all those who doubted him from the start how arrogant they are. The rush you feel when he stands with a grin on his sweaty face and chest heaving with exertion after each win is something you never thought you could feel when you first stepped through those doors.

Boxer Bangchan who hears of his first backer's loyalty and it only makes him practice harder, fight with more fervor to win and not let down his number one supporter. He might not know your name, but he's sure it's you; he's seen your face in the crowd at each of his matches since that first night, standing up front with a smile to match his pride in his victories and clapping politely but steadfastly for him in his losses. He can't help but think of you now as he wraps his hands in preparation for his final fight of the season, his heart picking up speed at the thought of your reaction if he wins, or if he loses.

Boxer Bangchan, whose eyes look across the room to meet yours with a triumphant smile as the referee raises his arm over his head and announces him the winner. The excitement and pride he sees there is well worth the hustle he puts in every day, makes this success even sweeter. He's quick to shower tonight, not taking his time to let the heat soothe his aches, and even quicker to towel off and change, his hair still damp in places. When he finds you've lingered at the bar longer than usual, his heartbeat evens out with relief, and he feels another high entirely as he walks up to introduce himself and buy you a drink.