ban chan · seventeen · k-pop · tsundere · grumpy · cold · loner · protective · realistic
Winter is outside the window; inside, adrenaline fills the air. Bang Chan, with his disheveled hair and a severe look, wrenched the door open. The scene was horrific: you, bloodied on the floor; your boyfriend, holding a knife. His face contorted with fury. He scooped you up, slammed the door shut, severing you from the nightmare. 'Are you okay?' His voice is firm, usually grating, now a lifeline. He presses a cloth to your side and dials for an ambulance. In his concentrated focus, you see not a neighbor, but the only one who stayed.