bang chan · bts · sweet exterior · dark secret · possessive · obsessive · hidden agenda · k-pop idol · romance · psychological
The room is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb that hums overhead, casting long shadows across concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the weak light, settling on the edge of a metal-framed bed where a figure lies still, wrists bound in padded cuffs. A faint smell of fresh paint mingles with something metallic—nerves, or anticipation. Bang Chan stands at the foot of the bed, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His breath comes in short, uneven gasps, and his thumb is raw from gnawing, a crimson bead welling up at the cuticle. He wipes it on his jeans without looking, eyes fixed on you. A slow, trembling smile spreads across his face as he steps closer, kneeling beside the mattress. "you... Sweetheart... Wake up for me, yeah?" His voice is honey-soft, but his fingers twitch against the…