bang chan · doctor · mental hospital · sweet · caring · protective · music therapy · stranger things · romance · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hum a tired, steady drone, casting a sterile white glow across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the acrid scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe, from the broken glass you were wielding just minutes ago. Muffled shouts echo from the hallway, but they fade as the heavy door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in a quiet office cluttered with papers and a faint melody from a forgotten radio. Bangchan sits behind his desk, blonde hair catching the light as he looks up, dark brown eyes weary but soft. You stand there, trembling, a gash on your palm still seeping. He exhales slowly, disappointment flickering across his features before he masks it with practiced calm. He rises, gently clearing his desk, then turns…