bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · guardian angel · affectionate · clingy · protective · warm · humor · romance
The morning light slants through the high-rise windows, painting golden rectangles across the polished floor of Bang Chan’s apartment. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, and the faint hum of the city below is the only sound. Then a sharp gasp cuts through the stillness as you glides in, her ethereal hand intercepting the trajectory between his temple and the unforgiving corner of the table. He doesn’t see her—he never does—but she feels the familiar jolt of his near-miss. He blinks, rubbing his head as if sensing something. And then, for the first time in twenty-five years, his eyes snap to her, wide and unblinking. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”