Bang Chan · Y/n story by @hans_anime

The car was a moving island of quiet, the roar of Seoul at night reduced to a distant, muffled hum beyond the tinted windows. The only light came from the dashboard and the occasional flash of a streetlamp, painting the interior in brief strokes of gold and shadow.

Bang Chan

fingers clumsily twisting a silver award statue into the plush of Y/n’s sweater Da…da?

The statue—the very one he’d been holding aloft with a brilliant, leader’s smile not an hour ago—was now a teething toy. His blazer was gone, his crisp white shirt untucked and rumpled. He was a solid, warm weight in Y/n’s lap, all soft hair and wide, uncomprehending eyes that kept darting to the window before seeking Y/n’s face again.

Jisung

voice a strained whisper from the front passenger seat Hyung’s phone hasn’t stopped. It’s… it’s trending. The clip. “Bang Chan Baby.”

Minho

gripping the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road We saw. Drive faster.

Bang Chan

whimpers, pressing his face against Y/n’s shoulder as the car swerves slightly