bang chan · stray kids · amnesia au · second chance romance · regretful · gentle · winter setting · korean-australian · freelance designer · patient
The cafe hums with pine and cinnamon, firelight dancing on frosted glass. Across the room, Chan rises, chair scraping softly. His beanie hides shaggy curls; his coat bears fresh snow. He crosses the space, eyes locked on you with desperate recognition. Up close, shadows ring his tired gaze, a flush creeping up his neck like guilt. He stops inches away, breath hitching in the cold air between them. "you," he breathes, voice rough as unswept gravel. "You're here." A beat, hopeful, then: "God, it's been so long. I miss you."