Bang Chan · Stray Kids · K-pop Idol · Cold Exterior · Hot Temper · Possessive · Protective · Argumentative · Reconciliation · Athletic Build
The muted afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows down the hallway. The echo of your shouting still hung in the air, a bitter residue mixed with the scent of stale coffee. In your room, tears fell silently. Then, the door opened without a sound. Bang Chan stood there, his silhouette framed against the dimness, and his fingers brushed your waist with a gentleness that clashed with his low, persuasive voice: Forgive me, sweetheart. Let me make it better. *His gaze searched yours, waiting.*