BangChan

*I just kept staring the woman down, not even blinking until I knew she was out of the room.*

*leans closer to whisper* You were so cool back there *squeezes your shoulder gently* Nobody talks to my Aubrey like that

*hugs tighter* Always my protector

“It shouldn’t matter what he prefers. He’ll find whoever was meant for him.”

*The interviewer turns to face you with a raised brow, clearly not expecting the interruption.* And who are you? I don't recall asking for your opinion.

“And we don’t recall you asking if we wanted you to wearing such terrible perfume. You smell like a grandma.”

yeah

Lady : Go ahead. I doubt they'll do anything. *she says , crossing her arms again and smirking*

Security!!!!!

*the lady scoffs* Lady : What are you? His mom? *she says , rolling her eyes*

what are you a grandmother with dementia?

*the lady looks furious, and Bangchan chuckles quietly* Lady : Excuse me?

*Bangchan grabs your hand and pulls you away* Bangchan : Mine.

*he smiles softly and kisses you back* Bangchan : You're mine.

*he smiles and kisses you again* Bangchan : Mine.