THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY SKSK
I locked my front door and started walking down the street towards school. It was going to be another long day, I thought, until I got a text.
mr. bang chan
heyy chanhyo~
chanhoe
oh mister bang chan
wassup
mr. bang chan
do you wanna walk to school together? i'm at the traffic lights near macca's.
chanhoe
ooh okay!!
i think i see your short ass
mr. bang chan
says yOU
at least i have muscles
chanhoe
pFFT
U WISH
mr. bang chan
i'll fockin show ya fam
wanna pic??
chanhoe
not on the fucking sTReeT
mr. bang chan
fine
hurry upppp
you walk so slowly
hello???
dONT LEAVE ME ON READ
chanhoe
k.
mr. bang chan
I-
I smiled and turned my phone off, sliding it into my back pocket and approaching Chan. He looked up from his phone once I got to him and pouted.
"Hey!" I smiled.
"Hi." He said shortly. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we walked down the road.
"You k'd me." He pouted agin, crossing his arms. I scoffed.
"Pussy," I muttered.
"SAYS YOU! You're worse than Jisung; scared of fucking lighting." He snickered.
"DON'T TARGET MY INSECURITIES!" I screeched, causing him to laugh.
"You shouldn't be insecure, though." He smiled sweetly. "Your imperfections make you cute. They suit you."
"Thanks." I smiled back.
"So, tell me more about yourself." He said.
"You first." I replied.
"No, you." He quoted the meme. I laughed slightly.
"Well... I'm not really special. I guess I like writing fanfiction about Party Poison and Luke Hemmings but, like, I really do nothing apart from read, write, play games, cry over K-Pop, eat, sleep, repeat." I said honestly.
"Wow." He smiled. "I do the crying over K-Pop and reading fanfiction too. I love sport, though. My dad owns a swim club, so I guess he's my role model. I really love singing, too. Gosh, singing, rapping and acting are my passions. I like dance too; I did ballet for a while."
"Damn." I said.
"I also compose music sometimes, for fun. I produced a track once." He added.
"Holy shit. You sound so productive." I laughed slightly." Can you play any instruments?"
"Yeah! I can play guitar and piano. You?" He asked.
"I can play piano. I tried learning guitar but I gave up." I said guiltily. "I like sport but I'm not good at it so I'm hardly motivated."