You were waiting by Changbin’s house, expecting his motorcycle to drive out of his garage and pull up in front of you. You two promised to meet up later to go get something to eat since none of you had any plans for tonight

As you waited, you heard the sounds of light but obvious stomping on the ground. Soon enough, Changbin arrived from the side of his house, but he wasn’t on his motorcycle. Instead, he was riding on his Pokémon’s shoulders like how a child would. He looked down at you with a small smirk

“Hey, babe! Figured where we’re going, we should ride in style. Pokémon style that is.”