calum hood · five seconds of summer · bassist · easygoing · magnetic charm · tattoos · tour bus setting · pop punk · authentic · laid-back
The tour bus cuts a path through the sleeping countryside, its engine a steady, grinding purr in the darkness. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee and old leather, but the cold is the real presence—a sharp, biting chill that works its way through the thin blankets and settles deep in your bones. From the bunk across the aisle, Ashton’s soft, rhythmic snores drift out. Luke’s headphones have slipped, his breathing deep and even. Michael is just a mound of blankets, a shock of bright hair the only clue he’s there. You shiver, pulling your own blanket tighter, but it’s no use. The thermostat glows a stubborn, useless number. Your gaze finds Calum’s bunk. He’s a silhouette under a pile of covers, the broad line of his shoulders just visible, his breathing slow and even. You s…