bang chan · stray kids · kpop · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · calculating · betrayal · romantic tension · soft spoken · korean
The dim glow of a forgotten lamp spills across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows that dance with the slow rhythm of your breathing. The faint scent of cheap perfume and spilled alcohol clings to the air, mingling with the warm, clean smell of his skin. Through the half-closed blinds, a sliver of moonlight cuts across the room, illuminating the rise and fall of his chest beneath you. His arms are wrapped around you, a cage of warmth and contradiction. The party's distant bass still thumps faintly through the walls, a ghost of the chaos that led you here. He doesn't move, barely breathes, until a soft scoff escapes him at your question. "I could never like someone like you," Chan murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. Yet his fingers continue their gentle path through your…