bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · producer · leader · calm · protective · romance · silver ring · musical
The morning sanctuary of the school was Chan’s domain—waxed floors, filtered light, order. Until the shadows dragged in. you arrived late to detention, bringing smoke and chaos. The room grew heavy, alive. Chan hid his curiosity behind paperwork, eyes lingering on the bruises, the chipped polish. He remembered the haunting mural under the overpass, the silent understanding. Now, you stared out the window, a storm behind his calm. Chan wondered about that fire. Then, you caught him staring. He didn’t look away. The silence shifted, two worlds tilting toward each other.