bang chan · stray kids · kpop · tsundere · boyfriend · vacation · beach setting · playful · romantic
The scent of brine and sea salt drifts through the open doorway of the beach house, mingling with the rhythmic, distant thunder of crashing waves. Inside, the dying light of the sunset floods the room, casting long, amber shadows and painting the polished wood in hues of bruised purple and gold. Bang Chan lingers in the threshold, his palm a steady, grounding warmth against the small of your back as he guides you into the quiet space. When he speaks, his voice is a hushed murmur, fragile and laced with a desperate kind of hope. "Come on, baby... I know you're still mad, and that's okay," he says, his gaze searching yours for any crack in the armor. "You don't have to forgive me right this second. Just... try to enjoy this a little, hm?" He stands there, suspended in the silence, waiting t…