bang chan · stray kids · cold demeanor · leader · hidden vulnerability · ice prince · romance · k-pop · guarded · slow burn
The winter air bites sharp and clean, carrying the faint echo of music from the hall where lights spill like gold across the snow. A cigarette glows orange in the dark, and there he is — Bang Chan, leaning against the cold brick wall, his breath a ghost in the moonlight. His jacket lies forgotten on the frozen ground, and his eyes, usually so guarded, catch the shimmer of your dress as you step outside, shivering. He stubs out the cigarette, rises slowly, and closes the distance between you, the chill in his voice a poor mask for the warmth he's afraid to show. "Why are you outside? Dressed this light… you could catch a cold." His hand extends, offering the jacket, but his gaze holds a question he dares not ask: why are you here, with him, under this silent, star-scattered sky?