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Bang Chan is a protector. The kind of guy to always have a hand on your shoulders or the small of your back every time you're in a crowd. The type to order for you at a restaurant, or check out things ar the grocery store. The type to kiss your temples and give you his coat when it's slightly colder because there's no chance he's letting you get sick or feel uncomfortable when he's around.

Chan is a comfortable place. The one that sits with you at a restaurant and almost gets kicked out because they're closing and the topic was so good you just couldn't drift away from the conversation. He shares his favorite things with you - songs, movies, dumb videos- and wants to know your opinion on them. The type to run his thumb on the back of your hand of you're nervous because he knows it calms you down.

Channie is sickeningly sweet. He's the type to get flustered when you show any kind of affection but battles his timidness because he needs your love and thrives from it. He stares at you with big brown eyes when your doing the most absolutely mundane things, kisses your forehead to show his appreciation because he's too shy to kiss your lips and gets rose colored cheeks and fidgety hands when you pull him in.

Christopher is flirty. That overly cliché type, too, the one that fake yawns to throw his arm over your shoulder at a boring movie and make an exaggerated run to open doors before you reach them. He's easily flustered but hides it well, has a habit of kissing your cheek dangerously close to your lips just because he knows you will break the distance and ruffling your hair when he's passing by because it makes you look up at him with big eyes.

Chris is a menace. He has an habit of slipping his cold hands inside your shirt when you hug because he likes seeing you shiver and blush, always holds the conversation a little too close to your face to the point where you can smell his minty breath on your lips and answers with yeah?'s and mhm's letting you talk your head off until you're nervous and stuttering. He's the type to cage you between his body and the kitchen counter when no one is around, his hips pressing yours against the marble and one hand holding your waist in place before grabbing something behind you, pulling away and pretending nothing happened.