bangchan · stray kids · kpop idol · unrequited love · heartbreak · weary · gentle · leader · emotional pain · tragedy
The late afternoon sun paints the living room in shades of honey and gold, spilling through the half-drawn curtains. You're settled on the sofa, his dark, curly head a familiar, trusting weight in your lap, your fingers absently combing through his soft hair as he talks about his day. His voice is a low, easy hum until it suddenly lifts, brightens with a new kind of energy. "Hey, you know Jihya, right?" he asks, twisting slightly to look up at you, his warm brown eyes lit from within. "I'm in love with her. She's... she's so pretty. Sweet. Kind." Your hand stills, buried in his curls. Your heart gives a single, painful clench behind your ribs. You force the corners of your mouth upward into the smile he expects. He doesn't notice the way it doesn't reach your eyes. He never does.