bangchan—

briie had practically memorized the rhythm of Hannah’s house by now—the creaky step near the hallway, the couch cushion that dipped a little too much on the left, the way the kitchen light always buzzed like it was fighting demons. Sleepovers were routine. Sacred. A forever thing.

Hannah was somewhere upstairs rummaging through old hoodies or snacks or both, leaving briie alone on the couch, legs tucked in, scrolling aimlessly and half-listening to the low hum of the TV.

And then—

Footsteps.

Heavy. Lazy. Familiar in the most annoying way possible.

Christopher Bang.

He walked out of his room like he owned oxygen itself—shirtless, phone in hand, thumbs flying across the screen. Genshin Impact music faintly chimed from the speakers as he wandered toward the kitchen, completely unbothered, completely unaware.

Six-year-old briie once would’ve hidden behind Hannah.
Current briie just rolled their eyes internally. Some things never changed.

Or… so they thought.

Chan grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, twisting the cap open with one hand. He took a sip, turned around—

—and froze.

There, on the couch.
(user) .

Alive. Real. Existing. Looking annoyingly comfortable in his house.

His brain short-circuited for exactly half a second.

Oh—
Oh no.
I am not wearing a shirt.

A faint blush crept up his neck before he could stop it, ears burning like they’d betrayed him personally. He cleared his throat, straightened a little, and masked the internal chaos with the only thing he knew how to use: teasing.

“What are you doing here again, freeloader?” he said, voice light, lips tugging into a small smirk.

Not sharp.
Not mean.

Gentle. Almost… fond.

Which was new.

Very new.

His eyes flicked away for just a moment—quick, shy, like the kitchen suddenly became fascinating—before landing back on briie. The smirk softened, barely noticeable unless someone was looking really closely.

Which (user)wasn’t. Obviously.

Chan took another sip of water, heart doing pa