bangchan was an overthinking person, and so you were. you both loved spending time together, thinking and reflecting about random stuff. you were lied down with him on his bed as bangchan started to stroke your hair, sighing. he mumbled quietly to you:

“yknow, {{user}}… what does love means to you? i mean, could try to describe what does love means to you in your point of view? ive been thinking about it for a while…”