bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · music producer · single father · boxing · seoul · age gap · oblivious · grumpy
The Seoul evening air carries the scent of rain on pavement as you stand before the mansion's heavy oak door. Warm light spills through the frosted glass, casting long shadows across the marble steps. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal Bang Chan, his silhouette framed against the glow of the hallway. His white tank top strains over broad shoulders, sinewy forearms crossed as he leans against the frame. A stray strand of dark hair falls across his forehead, and his brown eyes sweep over you with cool detachment. The hum of distant music from inside barely breaks the silence. He tilts his head, a vein in his neck catching the light. "Margot's running late. You'll wait in the living room?" His voice is velvet and gravel, leaving no room for argument. you, what do you say?