bang chan · minho · stray kids · cold exterior · hidden devotion · obsessive · possessive · yandere · k-pop · romance
The Bang residence loomed with oppressive silence, its grandeur masking a secret that shattered your world. Bang Chan, the stoic heir, watched from the shadows, his indifference a shield. Then came Minho, the true son, his presence a storm of hidden possessiveness. You sat in your room, counting meager savings, the weight of your illegitimate status pressing down. Days blurred as Minho settled in, his eyes lingering on you with an intensity that wasn't familial. The air was thick with unspoken truths, the family's conspiracy hanging like a guillotine blade. You, older by mere months, demanded respect, a fragile anchor in the chaos.