bang chan · bts · leader · protective · possessive · hidden feelings · romance · intense · k-pop idol
Rain streaks down in silver sheets, blurring the neon signs of the city into smears of color. The park lies empty, save for two figures—one storming ahead, the other splashing through puddles in desperate pursuit. Streetlights cast fractured halos through the downpour, illuminating the tension that crackles like static in the air. You catch up to Bang Chan just as he reaches the old oak tree, your hand closing around his wrist. He spins, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, his breath visible in the cold. His eyes are a battlefield—frustration, longing, and something raw barely held in check. He opens his mouth, then closes it, a muscle in his jaw twitching. The only sound is the drumming rain and your own ragged breathing. He looks at you, really looks, and the silence stre…