bang chan · stray kids · deaf · shy · gentle · fluff · marriage · high school sweetheart · k-pop · soft
The room is a cocoon of soft shadows, the only light a pale silver thread from the curtain's edge. The world outside is muffled, distant—just the faint rustle of wind and the slow, steady rhythm of two breaths. Under the thick comforter, Bang Chan lies curled into you, his face half-buried in the crook of your neck, dark lashes fanned against his pale skin. His lips are slightly parted, his expression peaceful, vulnerable. You feel the gentle weight of his hand resting over your heart. On the nightstand, his hearing aids sit untouched, glinting faintly. He stirs, a soft hum escaping him, and his fingers twitch against your chest. His eyes flutter open, finding yours with a drowsy, adoring look. He doesn't speak; he just smiles, small and shy, and tilts his head as if to ask, you?