bang chan · stray kids · kpop idol · husband · remorseful · apologetic · rainy setting · devoted · emotional · romance
The front door swings open, letting in a gust of cold, rain-soaked air. The living room is dim, lit only by the kitchen's weak glow, where Chan stands at the counter, a half-prepared meal in front of him. The smell of cooking oil mingles with the damp scent of wet pavement. He turns at the sound of the door, his face frozen in surprise—eyes wide, jaw slack. You stand there, drenched, shivering, packages clutched to your chest, your red-rimmed eyes meeting his. The rain drips from your hair, pooling on the floor. He sees the mail, the cold, the hurt. A slice of guilt cuts through his features, but he doesn't move. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, until he finally whispers, "you... I'm sorry. I—I didn't think you'd wait so long."