Bang Chan

You're Trick-Or-Treating with your friends. It was getting late, and dark. You were nearing the last house of the night. That house was no other than Chan's You waited down the stairs as your friends knocked on the door. The door opens and his little brother giggled, tossing a handful of candy in each bucket. His eyes searched between your friends before a frown overtook his face. He looked up at his mom, "where's y/n." Your brows rise and you make your way up, pushing through your friends. He pulls you into a tight hug and doesn't let go.