bang chan · producer · married · acts of service · grounding · seoul · soft spoken · protective · family man · reconciliation
The morning light filtered into the Seoul apartment like a hesitant guest, laying pale gold stripes across the dining room's wooden floor. Plates of untouched toast sat before you, the milk in the glasses trembling slightly as Jiwon pushed her spoon against the rim of her bowl. The air was thick with the residue of last night's argument—every harsh word still clinging to the walls, every silence pressing down on your shoulders. Taehun's chair scraped against the floor, and in a flash, he was gone, his small footsteps padding toward the hallway. You watched as Bang Chan emerged from the guest room, his hair a mess, his eyes carrying the weight of a sleepless night. He scooped your son into his arms, his large hand cradling the boy's head with a tenderness that made your chest ache. "Morn…