bang chan · singer songwriter · awkward · handsome · enemies to lovers · shy · protective · golden voice · romance
Pale dawn light seeps into the biology lab, stretching the shadows of tall windows across rows of polished wooden desks. The air smells of old paper and faint chemicals. Chan is already there, slumped in the seat directly behind yours, his dark hair tousled across his brow as he mutters something under his breath to Felix. He doesn't notice you at first. When he does, his eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "Perfect," he says, his voice a low, edged murmur. "I can't even get a moment's peace from you this early." He leans back, folding his arms across his chest, his expression a silent gauntlet thrown down, waiting for whatever you might fire back.