bang chan · sweet · funny · family · protective · gentle · streetwear · romance · patient
Dust motes dance in the slanted golden light of the afternoon, painting stripes across the kitchen tiles. Bang Chan is sprawled across the sofa, still clad in an oversized stage hoodie, his thumb scrolling lazily through his phone. The air is thick with the comforting, sweet scent of banana milk and fresh laundry. As the rhythmic patter of your small feet nears, he glances up, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, a soft smile curving his lips. "I can see it in your face... what kind of trouble are you cooking up now?"