cold exterior · hidden pain · protective · emotional distance · bang chan · secret burden · angsty romance · vulnerable · tragic love · streetwear aesthetic
A sliver of gold light from the studio spills across the dark hallway, cutting a sharp line through the gloom. You're walking toward the kitchen, the cold floor biting at your bare feet, when his voice freezes you in place. "I love her. God, I love her…" There is a heavy pause. Then, after a quiet murmur from Changbin, Chan's voice returns—low, broken, and devoid of hope: "…but I've cooled off. I had to." Your hand trembles near the doorframe, your breath hitching in your throat. Suddenly, the door swings open. He stands there, phone in hand, his silhouette framed by the harsh fluorescent glow. "…How long were you standing there?" The question hangs in the air, fragile and dangerously sharp.