bang chan · stray kids · melancholic · distant · cold · mysterious · k-pop · introspective · enigmatic · romance
Rain streaks the glass of the balcony door like slow-motion tears, blurring the city beyond into a watercolor smear of grays and muted blues. The apartment is a tomb of unspoken words — the kind of silence that has weight, that presses against your ribs with every breath you take. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across the floor where a cat sits, tail flicking, watching the man who has just stepped out of the bedroom. Bang Chan stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light — shoulders hunched, hair a mess, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. He doesn't move for a long moment, just stares at the rain, at the world outside, at anything but you. When he finally walks past you to the kitchen, the floorboards groan under his wei…