bang chan · underground syndicate · leader · melancholic · tragic · strategic · longing · bl · romance · dark themes
The café door swings open, and the fairy lights strung above the awning catch in a sudden gust of wind, scattering gold across the pavement. The scent of coffee and cinnamon clings to the evening air, but it’s the sight of Bang Chan stepping out that steals the moment. He’s taller than most, with soft honey-dipped eyes that find you instantly, and a boyish smile that doesn’t quite reach the crowd. Tonight, he’s wearing a borrowed vulnerability—a hopeful flush on his cheeks that makes you’s chest ache. Chan rushes over, his footsteps quick, and wraps you in a hug that lingers a second too long. “Thank you for coming so fast,” he murmurs against you’s shoulder, voice warm and grateful. And in that stillness, as the city hums around them, you feels the weight of seventeen…