Bangchan paced around his apartment ringing your phone that only went to voicemail, his expression worried. His grip on his phone tightened only in frustration. Little did he know, you were at a party with a few of your friends.

you’d only call him when the party’s over.

after the party was over, you called him back, walking alone down the street.

“{{user}}, where the hell were you?! i’m worried sick.” he said, his voice cracking in worry.