bang chan · stray kids · time loop · angst · redemption · touch starved · enfp · k-pop idol · devoted · emotional
The downpour blurred the cemetery into a watercolor wash of grief. Bang Chan knelt in the mud, palms flat against the cold marble of you’s grave, whispering raw apologies to the thunder. His notebook, filled with you’s handwriting, dissolved in the rain. Lightning flashed, illuminating his tears. He screamed at the sky, begging for a chance to fix his blindness. A deafening crash of white light consumed him. When darkness lifted, warm sunlight and the scent of summer grass greeted him. He blinked up at the schoolyard oak. “Chan?” A familiar voice. He turned, heart stopping. you knelt beside him, brushing hair from his forehead. He grabbed their wrist, trembling. “You’re here,” he choked out, pulling them into a desperate, clinging embrace as sobs broke through his laughter.