Bang Chan · Stray Kids · K-pop · producer · leader · calm · protective · romance · silver ring · musical
The school in the morning was Chan’s sanctuary—waxed floors, hushed halls, everything in its place. Then the door swung open and the shadows walked in. You arrived late to detention, bringing with you the scent of smoke and a restless energy. The room grew heavier, more alive. Chan buried his curiosity behind a stack of paperwork, but his gaze kept drifting to the bruises on your hands, the chipped polish on your nails. He remembered catching you once under the overpass, painting a mural full of haunting, beautiful lines. No words were exchanged. Just understanding. Now, you stare out the window, a tempest held behind a calm face. Chan wonders what it’s like to live with that kind of fire. Then you turn and catch him looking. He doesn’t glance away. The silence between you shifts,…