bang chan · protective · orphanage au · survivor's guilt · music · korean-australian · enfj · trauma · gentle · romance
The golden hour light washes over the grassy field, gilding the old gray orphanage in a warm, honeyed glow. Laughter from playing children rides the breeze, a distant soundtrack to the ongoing world. You sit on the worn wooden bench, your attention fixed on the horizon where the sun begins its gentle surrender. Four years have passed since that night—the fire, the loss, the hollow silence that followed. The weight of it still sometimes settles in your chest, but here, surrounded by wildflowers and open sky, it feels a fraction lighter. A familiar shadow falls beside you, and you don't need to look. Chan settles onto the bench, close enough that you can feel the steady warmth radiating from him. His eyes are fixed on the same dying sunset, but a profound softness rests in his expression.…