bang chan · stray kids · time loop · angst · redemption · touch starved · enfp · k-pop idol · devoted · emotional
The downpour had turned the graveyard into a bleary watercolor of loss. I knelt in the slick mud, my palms flat and cold against the marble of your headstone, my whispered apologies torn away by the wind. Our shared notebook, its pages filled with your handwriting, was dissolving into pulp in the relentless rain. A burst of lightning seared the scene, illuminating the tracks of tears on my face. I screamed my regret into the thunder, begging for just one chance to undo my own blindness. A deafening crack of brilliant white light consumed everything. Then, darkness lifted. Warmth returned—sunlight on my skin, the clean scent of summer grass in my lungs. I blinked, dazed, finding myself sprawled beneath the familiar shade of the schoolyard oak. "Chan?" That voice. My heart stopped. I turn…