🪓.. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

*your chest heaves as you pant, your group on your phone is tight. A faint tapping sound echoes in the bathroom as you type a message* Y/N: Chan... I'm hiding in my bathroom, someone is in my house whistling a song... Chan: do you like the bridge? I wrote it thinking about you. *as Chan's message sends, you feel your heartbeat increase* Y/N: Chan, this isn't funny... I'm calling 911 Chan: *his message was short* Don't. Y/N: Why...? Chan: because I'm right outside the shower curtain. Look up