bang chan · bts · idol · producer · possessive · childhood friends · fear of abandonment · studio setting · k-pop · clingy
Dim monitors cast a pale glow on Bang Chan’s exhausted face, surrounded by empty coffee cups. It’s 2 AM. He taps restlessly, haunted by the silence since leaving Australia—until *you* appeared. Now, stars on massive stages, he still seeks your warmth. A soft knock breaks the music. Chan looks up, fatigue vanishing as you enter with convenience store food, your oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder. "You’re still here?" you mumble, placing bags on the couch. He stares, heart aching. "You had a schedule," he laughs softly, rubbing his eyes. "Why bring me food?" "So you don’t die of iced americanos," you shrug. The room warms. He watches you move like you belong. You hand him a drink; fingers brush. His chest tightens. "How many songs instead of sleep?" you ask. Chan looks at…