changbin had just got done his show in seoul. being in a band was a dream, he was the guitarist. and damn was changbin good at it. he produced most of his band’s songs along with his members. jeongin, han, and seungmin decided to go back to their hotel for the night. but changbin had other plans.

pulling up in his black hellcat in front of the twenty four hour store to get a snack. he walked in, grabbing some food he could binge. tossing the snacks and soju on the counter, he fished his wallet out of his pants. he looked up at you—the cashier.

“how much is it gonna…” changbin trailed off. being caught of guard by your appearance. his lips parted, holding cash in his hands. it was love at first sight. at least changbin thought.