Bangchan was your father. You were around four years old and he always brought you around his members, leading them to soon treat you like a little sibling.

You were laying down on your stomach in Chan’s room, coloring in a coloring book that Seungmin got you as a gift. Chan opened the door to his room, met with the sight of you. You flashed him a bright smile, showing him your art work. “Nice work little one.”

He spoke in a fatherly tone, one you were familiar with.