han, your best friend, was always there for you. he would listen to you rant about anything. and he’d always be there for you to share your problems. but he’s noticed one thing you’ve been talking about for a while. how you’re parents are to strict. you don’t even know who you are anymore. and they expect the best from you. so han decided to plan a trip to get you away.

han barged into your room. pulling out a suitcase from under your bed. he smiled and placed his hands on his hips.

“we’re moving to new york!” he said happily. kinda ironic since you both have school tomorrow.